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This didn't turn out to be as long as I wanted to but it's over 1,200 words so it's not too short. Anyway, I'm starting to wrap this up and I'm only going to put two, maybe three, more chapters in it and it should be done. But I promise I'll make the last ones longer. So, please read and review and let me know what you think.

Chapter 9: Breaking Out

Along with being lectured, I always hated getting questioned. Any type of questioning from when I was a kid who got in trouble, to the kind of questioning I was sitting through. I shifted in the rather uncomfortable chair while wrestling with my handcuffs. Carmelita had me handcuffed to my chair during my interrogation to ensure that I wouldn't escape but I was bound to find a way out. I sat on one side of the table inside the interrogation cell while Carmelita and Carlos sat on the other. Since he was the one who actually tackled me down, he got to sit in. I gave up with trying to pick the lock and leaned back in the chair and sighed. After they were done questioning I was supposed to get transferred to another facility where I would be booked and placed in a real jail cell. Since this was only headquarters, I wasn't under official arrest until I was put in a jail. I was hoping Sitka or Charlotte would break me out before it got to that but I decided just to go with the flow.

"Alright," Carmelita said as she stacked papers together, "let's get this started. State your name."

"You know my name." I started fumbling with my cuffs again.

"Just state it." my brother said sharply. I shot him an annoyed glance before continuing.

"Ramona Bandicoot. What else?"

"Why did you break in?" she wrote everything we said down, even though it was being recorded by video and audio.

"I told you about a month ago that I'd be back to get my safe back. And that's exactly what I was doing since you didn't return it to me. And that reminds me of a question of my own, have you gone through it?"

"Unfortunately no, we haven't. We can't seem to figure out that stupid lock you have on it." I smiled at the comment. I had intentionally made the lock nearly impossible to crack and was rather complex to open even if you knew the combination.

"And what were you planning to do after you got the safe? How were you supposed to get out of the headquarters? We figured out your method of entry and even if you had found it, that safe is way to big to fit in that tiny air vent." I stopped fumbling with my cuffs when it hit me that she was gloating that I was in handcuffs.

"I can tell you where I would have shoved it." I growled. I knew that if I had used 'inappropriate language' I would have gotten yelled at so I left it at that.

"Humorous. Now where would you have put it?" I assumed she didn't catch my comment.

"Again, I can tell you where I would have shoved it." she caught on to what I was saying and was starting to get flustered.

"Just answer the questions." She barked.

"Just get me a lawyer because I am done with answering questions." I shifted in my chair again and waited to get out of the room. She sighed before gathering her papers together again and standing.

"Get her out of here. I'll have a couple of officers pick her up from her cell for transportation. I should have known she'd be a smart-aleck. She left the room and that left my brother to trot me back to my cell and wait to be transported. I was starting to get worried and wondered when my siblings would get me out. If they waited until I was at the actual jail, it would be extremely difficult to break me out.

I glanced up when two officers started unlocking my cell door. I was placed in handcuffs before both men started walking me somewhere in the building. I figured I'd be taken to the bottom floor and put into a police cruiser to be taken to the jail. I only went to mid chest of both raccoon sand I felt completely helpless. Along with them being larger than I was, their uniform hats were pulled too far down, which kept me from seeing their faces. Each of them had one of my arms in their paws as we walked the lonely and quiet corridor. I still hadn't heard anything from my siblings and now I couldn't help but think that maybe they were arrested also and already in the jail where I was going. I heard the officers mumble something to each other before the one on my right let go of my arm and branched off. I was left with the second officer as we continued our journey to the police cruiser.

I felt him slightly squeeze my arm when we passed another officer and I shook my arms so he would loosen his grip. That wasn't the only suspicious thing he did. We came to the end of the hallway and he looked both ways and behind him multiple times before finally going to the left. He quickened his pace slightly as we continue making our way down the hall. I quickly shot him a glance and confusion when he stopped walking all together and looked behind us one more time.

"What's your problem?" I asked after he pulled forward again.

"Just keep walking." I followed his orders but his voice sounded extremely familiar but I just couldn't place it. It wasn't my brothers' voice but it just too familiar. I shook the thought from my head as we finally made it to the parking lot. The officer led me across the lot and to a car that wasn't a police cruiser.

"What are you doing?" I asked when I saw the other officer start the car. The other officer started removing my handcuffs after the car was running and I turned to face him.

"Your brother talked to me and I agreed with him that a pretty lady like yourself shouldn't be locked up in a place like this." That's when I realized who the officers were. The one starting the car was Sitka and the other one was Sly. He gave me a quick wink and smile before quickly putting me inside the backseat of the car and shutting the door. As soon as the door was closed, my brother took off out of the parking lot. I leaned against the front passenger seat to talk to my brother.

"Was that Sly?" I asked. I hadn't talked to him since the night I was attacked and I yelled at him; and that was almost three months ago.

"Yeah, I knew he was good as sneaking in and you know your sister and I aren't. So he agreed to help sneak you out. Was that a problem?"

"No, it's just," I spoke softly, "I haven't seen or talked to him since the night that bull broke into my apartment. He stopped by afterward because he heard the fight and I, well I took my anger out on him and haven't talked to him since."

"He mentioned that he hadn't talked to you in a while but didn't go into too much detail. You'll work it out, you always find a way out of your problems." He gave a laugh and I slunk back into the seat with a sigh.

"And then to make it worse, I just snapped at him when he was walking me down to the car! Oh man, I'm a monster."

"No you're not, you're just a miniature one." He laughed again and I kicked the seat while quietly muttering 'shut up'.