[center][h2][color=#20B2AA]Zach Kozel:[/color]
[color=0054a6]The PRT Building[/color][/h2][/center]
The detective left, and Zach counted his blessing. He expected worse treatment, being a dangerous parahuman and all. Plan, that's right, plan plan plan. He could. . . Punch the wall? His power had never protected him from himself so that was out of the question. He could fake a seizure or something, but he'd have to get past every guard in the facility to actually escape. It was doubtless at least one of them would have containment foam so that was kind of out of the question. The legal route then: He'd need an attorney, and a way to pay them, probably. Having the judge volunteer any random lawyer they had on hand didn't seem very sensible, but did he have any other options?

Zach considered this carefully, slowly standing up and looking around the room in an attempt to find a task to distract himself with. His uncle was a lawyer, but he was pretty anti-parahuman. Well discriminatory or not, he seemed to be the only option that wasn't a complete stranger. [color=#00b200][i]It'll have to do[/i][/color] He thought to himself, and at that a voice spoke up. This time the light level in the cell didn't change. He asked the question Zach had been considering, and Zach answered a bit too quickly. [color=#00b200][b]"Yeah, but I'll have to contact them. Can I get my phone call?"[/b][/color] His voice cracked at the word call, and his face turned red as well. [i]I'm way too anxious.[/i] He thought despairingly.