[i]So it isn't the husband[/i] Johnny groaned internally, pinching the bridge of his nose lightly and staring straight ahead. Clean for so long, and all of this shit happened on the one night he'd caved and done something illicit. It obviously wasn't a good high at this point; the entire experience had been pretty much dwarfed by the potential for execution. He'd read tonnes about these shady practises in government institutions; water-boarding, indefinite imprisonment, serious human-rights violations. He knew today was going to be nothing but trouble; getting his nipples electrocuted by a screaming G.I. Joe would just be the icing on the cake.

The low buzzing noise made him twitch; it reminded him of something, but no matter how much he tried to place the sound it just seemed to change and become more alien, unrecognisable. If the feelings he was experiencing at that moment were to be compared to the rest of his life, he could feel a whole heap of existential shenanigans looming on the horizon. The throbbing, pinching sensation at the back of his neck only worsened as the suits decided to hold him and his frightened cohorts for the night. He couldn't really pick up sound as they led them to the sparse and minimalist cell.

The presence of the man made him sigh slightly; this poor guy, he'd clearly been in this man-made purgatory for years. He'd gone AWOL, left the solar system, climbed the cuckoo clock and supplemented the cuckoo. Johnny nervously loosened his deliberately garish tie, his form of ironic rebellion against the white-collar wasteland he'd found himself immersed in. As the man rambled and ranted Johnny turned away, clenching and unclenching his fists. He'd been in a cell before, when he was younger and still believed he could make a difference.

As Izzy questioned the man he turned back to face the group, "That's a good question; I mean, potentially we're going to be found guilty of murder" He stammered, stepping forward. "What did you do? Please don't tell me it was jay-walking" He smiled slightly vacantly, turning to his new bestest friends foreverest.

"I'm Johnny, and like the rest of you - hopefully - I'm not a murderer"

As the guards checked the cell he realised they were doing it for a specific reason. [i]There must be a way out of here[/i] He reasoned, his eyes darting to the narrow window radiating a pallid and unhealthy light. [i]..And then what?[/i] He thought despondently, getting flashes of being shot down by a SWAT helicopter whilst still trying to clamber through his only potential exit.