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[@Mr Allen J]
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Margot flinched as the other woman broke her cuffs like a stale cracker, bit of metal flying everywhere. She sighed and took off her hat, running her fingers through her hair. [color=cyan]"I don't mind being called 'Blue', but I don't intend on sticking around to explain to the cops where you went."[/color] She pulled out a bobby pin. [color=cyan]“The most pressing issue for me right now, if we escape, is getting my weapons back. I can’t fight without them.”[/color] Her cuffs popped off and she placed them beside her on the bench. [color=cyan]“Not all of us have fists of steel, after all.”[/color] Rubbing her wrists and stretching out a little, she added, [color=cyan]“If you can help me get those back before running off, I’d be grateful.”[/color]

She quieted down as she heard some hurried footsteps walking by. “Lieutenant Mendoza, look at this. It’s a bounty listing. Looks like O Massacre de soldados have an open bounty on fighters. No wonder we’re so busy tonight.”

The footsteps stopped. “Hrm, then I guess we have a couple of Nomads on our hands. The commissioner’s going to throw a fit when he learns that a hotel’s been hit because of this damned tournament.” Mendoza growled in frustration. “Thanks for bringing this to my attention. You can go now.”

“Yessir!”

The other officer walked away, footsteps being lost to the din outside. However, Margot could hear a phone being dialed just outside of the truck. After a few seconds Mendoza started up again. “Hello, Chief Cardoso? This is Lt. Mendoza. We’re still wrapping up at the Costa Hotel… No sir, no tourists were hurt; it appears to have been a hit. The Massacre de soldados put out an open bounty on Nomads, and there were some staying at the hotel…  Yes sir, we got both the hit-men and the Nomads in custody. Just two of them so far… Of course sir, I’ll make sure they won’t cause trouble again.” 

There was another beep as the phone call was dropped. Mendoza muttered as he entered another number, “’Throw the book them’? Fuck that noise I’m getting paid for this. I’ll just say they broke free mid-transit.” After another pause, Mendoza spoke again. “Nevaja? Yeah, it’s me. I got a couple of those Nomads you guys are looking for in a paddy wagon right now. Still alive, I can deliver them to you tonight…  Really? That’s great, I’ll head over as soon as I can. Just need to find the keys.” With a chuckle, Mendoza walked off. “Hey, you know where Hector is?”

Margot gave Brooke a confused look, and pointed in Mendoza’s general direction. [color=cyan]“Did you hear that? What the fuck was that? I suddenly feel a lot better about breaking out now. Hopefully the rest of them are less corrupt and stupid.”[/color] She walked over to the back of the van and examined the lock. [color=cyan]“I can probably pick this and get us out quietly, but we’re on the clock before Mendoza comes back.”[/color]