I almost got hit by a car. Smooth, Parker. But it wasn't completely my fault. I was late getting to the prison where I'm meeting my temporary volunteering mentor and possibly jaywalked across the street. So, I guess that would be my fault. My bad.
I dash up the stares of the building and enter the min doors. I've only been to this jail about 10 or so times, fighting escaping criminals. But it definitely looks different in the sunlight, rather in the disco lights of the police cars in the middle of the night.
The inside is more basic than I bought it would look like. It has the metal detectors I have to go through and all the walls are painted grey. But there aren't as many police officers as I thought there would be. Ever since I got inside my Spidey sense has been going a little haywire. It's not unbearable, it's just telling me that everything is a threat. Just being inside a building with all my enemies would definitely trigger it.
I walk to what I assume is the front desk. A thin older woman, with her greeting hair tied in a knot, frowns at me. "Are you here to visit a parent?" She says curtly. I'm a bit taken back. Do I look like my parent is in prison? I'm no Barry Allen, I'm a different alter ego. Also I don't run very fast, just fast enough to get away.
"No, I am here for the volunteering program with Dr. Ludwig Rinehart." I say trying to be somewhat polite to the bitter lady. She shuffles some papers on her desk and then looks at me. "You'll have to wait here until he arrives." Great, now I have to wait here next to the Umbridge act-alike. "Thank you." She just starts shuffling the papers again.
I'm growing a bit impatient, and I think the lady is noticing. But before I can pull my phone out and do anything some one calls my name, "Are you Peter?" I look to see a man in his thirties approach me. He wears the basic doctors coat and has dark brown hair that is neatly styled (unlike mine).
"Yep, and you must be Dr. Ludwig Rinehart?" He nods in agreement. "I'm so glad you have volunteered for this position, it is so brave if you go enter into the lives of a daily mutant psychopath." He says clapping his hands. He must have seen the seer discomfort on my face and he laughs.
"Of course I'll be doing most of the talking, you will just need to be able to get ahold of the police if anything goes wrong." He says with more seriousness. What is even up with this guy? And what have I gotten myself into?