[center][h2][b][color=lightgoldenrodyellow]Holly Farstel[/color] and [colour=34EBEB]Samantha Wiles[/colour][/b][/h2][/center]
[center][sup]Oh, and White Rabbit, too[/sup][/center]

Rabbit was actually starting to enjoy the walk with Holly. Sure they didn’t really say anything so it was a little awkward, and there was always the worry that someone was coming after them, but for now it was just nice to act like… none of that existed. He took in the surroundings, as well as keeping an eye on if anyone approached them. However, it didn’t take long before [i]something[/i] happened, as per usual in this town.

[colour=34EBEB]"MPD, Hands up and turn around!"[/colour]

Rabbit whipped around, not taking any kind of stance but definitely keeping his fingers wrapped around the handle of his blade. He briefly looked down to Holly, who surprisingly didn’t make any kind of signal that she wanted to run. Time was ticking down and the Hitman definitely did not fancy a walk down to the Police precinct. He couldn’t dash [i]with[/] Holly and it was entirely possible that she’d fight him off if Rabbit tried to grab her. Down to his left, there was a possible escape route down the alley. He could make it to the rooftops fairly easily but it would leave Holly behind. 

[colour=34EBEB]"Face down, on the ground!"[/colour] Samantha yelled at the girl.  She didn't like pointing a gun at a kid. Even if said kid was setting off all kids of alarms with her helmet's facial recognition software.  Still at least her target was co-operating.

"Hands off the weapon and away from the girl!" Briars was shouting at the strangely masked figure. "This is your last warning."

Rabbit looked between Holly and the Police as he took a couple of steps backwards. Seemed like they were protecting Holly from him, which made sense. There’s no way to tell what exactly has been reported to the Fuzz. Rabbit backed away towards the alley, looking over his shoulder before making his move. While they couldn’t see the smirk behind his helmet, Rabbit gave the police officers a mocking salute before Vector Dashing backwards down the alleyway. Getting about half way down, he began to wall hop between the buildings in an attempt to get away before any of the cops could draw a bead.

There was no turning back for Holly when Rabbit Vector Dashed away from the scene. Now, it was up to her to get herself out of the situation that she was in. With hope, all would be as simple as they had been before, and she would be able to find a way to escape once the cops relaxed themselves. She first started by obeying the officer’s instructions; even as someone who had lived on the streets for a while laying on the dirty ground was not fun, so even as she got herself down on the ground she kept her face off of it - she couldn’t do much about the smell, though. She almost reached into a pocket to try and shift her phone, which was sitting in an uncomfortable position that pressed against her thigh, but quickly realised that was a bad idea and returned her hand to a position which helped keep her head up.

A shot rang out towards the empty space that once held the officer's perp.  "Shit," said Briars "I'm sorry, I just-"

[colour=34EBEB]"It's fine"[/colour] Samantha cut her off. It wasn't like they had much hope of catching a speed gamma.  [colour=34EBEB]"Call in to the precinct and let then know what happened.  I'll bag and tag the kid."[/colour]

After a nod in agreement from her partner, Samantha approached the girl, keeping her weapon drawn until she was close enough to straddle her legs and snap cuffs on. [colour=34EBEB]“Holly Farstel.”[/colour] She read the name off the inner display on her helmet [colour=34EBEB]“I’m guessing you know your rights?”[/colour]

Rather than wait for a response, she pulled the girl up from the ground and began to lead her back towards the squad-car.

[i]Shit[/i], Holly thought to herself. They clearly knew who she was right off the bat, and that made things much harder for herself. She tucked a hand inside of her hoodie’s sleeve, trying to find a thin pick she kept in there. She barely had her fingertips on it before she was pulled off of the ground, accidentally pushing it further up her sleeve where she couldn’t grab it without looking ridiculously conspicuous. She was forced to resort to sympathy tricks. That, and she could [i]try[/i] and say she was forced to work for Rabbit [i]all[/i] along. It was a stretch, but she had to try and garner some slack.

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“I’ve heard them before,”[/color] Holly said truthfully. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“But thank you for getting me away from him. The phones are in my bag, he forced me to take them, you can have them,”[/color] she added, trying to add a touch of panic to her voice.

Holly’s words gave Samatha enough pause to actually stop walking and look over the young criminal.  Maybe she was getting soft, but she almost felt a glimmer of truth in the girl’s words, even if the trembling voice was laying it on rather thick.

[colour=34EBEB]“This doesn’t have to be difficult Farstel. You know we don’t care about the phones. Give us info on the para you were with and I’ll see what I can do for you.”[/colour]

Holly hesitated. She may have been willing to lie and claim that Rabbit had been forcing her to work with him, but completely ratting him out was a different story. There was a chance that he could understand her wanting to save herself when she knew he was definitely capable of saving [i]himself[/i]. But giving out information on him was something that couldn’t be easily reversed.

At the same time, she didn’t have that much information on him in the first place. Holly could give them what she had and hope that was enough, and still not too much to have Rabbit hate her if he found out the information came from her. At the same time, she had to stick with her backstory, that he forces people to work for him. She closed her eyes for just a moment, before saying, [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“You saw how fast he can move, and that he has those swords. That’s how he forces people to work for him. If you don’t, he’ll probably kill you with them, probably stab you faster than you can see it happen. He threatened me once or twice with them.”[/color]

Samantha nodded. [colour=34EBEB]“We already saw the damage he did. What I want is information on where to find him and who he’s working for.”[/colour] She began walking them down the alleys again.  [colour=34EBEB]“Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to get your story straight while we get you back to the precinct.”[/colour]

Briars was waiting for them at the car, her cool composure from the confrontation gone in exchange for almost nervous-dithering.  “Get her in the car” She instructed Samantha, barely sparing a glance for Holly “something’s happened, and we need to go.”

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“In the car? B-But I’m innocent!”[/color] Holly states, trembling again.

A good deal more concerned with the worries of her partner than Holly’s protests, Samantha ignored her and pushed her into the car, slamming the door behind her, where the girl stared at them pleadingly through the window.

“What is it?”

With the cops now distracted with their own internal affairs, Holly made sure they were talking to each other before shifting her body so her back was turned slightly away from the officers and her arm was rubbing against the chair. She couldn’t reach into her hoodie with the handcuffs on, so she started to grind her arm against the chair, trying to move the lockpick down her sleeve so she could get at it with her fingers.

Samantha very nearly forgot about Holly as her partner informed her of the Lorne break out, along with the [i]second[/i] apparent hack.  At least this time it was localized to the Tower.

[colour=34EBEB]"Dan wants us back at the station?"[/colour]

Briars nodded. "Captain wants you to go on air, on behalf of the police, backing up Lorne's announcement, reiterating the importance of the tests... You know."

[colour=34EBEB]"We're already investigating a para"[/colour]

"Are we? We could just drop the girl."

Samantha squinted at the tinted window of the cab, but couldn’t see any movement inside.  She rapped on the glass for good measure.  [colour=34EBEB]"I'm not going back empty handed, we take her back for processing at least.  She might even tell us something."[/colour]

Briars didn't argue, and followed Samantha's suit; sliding into the drivers side and starting the engine.

Holly froze up as there was a tap on the glass. She had just managed to squeeze the lockpick into her fingertips. Pressing her face against the glass to see the reasoning behind the taps, she quickly returned to sitting upright as the cops entered the car. Fortunately, there was a little need to grind her arm against the seat any more, and she shifted the lockpick around in her fingers.

As she began to pick the cuffs, she did shift her body a little bit and make a few little sounds of worry; most of it was to cover up the clicks and sounds of metal-against-metal as she sought to unlock the cuffs. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“I did nothing wrong, can’t you please just let me go?”[/color] She asks.

[colour=34EBEB]“Afraid not sweetheart.”[/colour] Samantha had retrieved the datapad from between the seats and began searching for the Lorne broadcast, which she displayed for the back-seat captive and herself.

“Jesus” Brairs almost winced at the end “They’re really pushing this ‘save the city’ narrative  aren’t they.”

Samantha looked back to Holly.  [colour=34EBEB]“I need you to trust me that you’re safer with us than you are on the streets right now.”[/colour]

Holly pushed up the pins inside of the cuffs, making a loud click sound, which she instantly tried to cover up with more whining, though legitimate whining; [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“But you don’t believe me! You’re going to send me to jail, or to Lorne!”[/color] She stammers out, adding a kick to the back of the seat in front of her for good measure. She realised she made a mistake in her wording instantly, and renamed all instances of ‘Lorne’ to ‘jail’ in her head. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“I’m a teen, I’m not going to jail!”[/color] She stated, starting to slip the cuffs off behind her back.

Samantha was quick to pounce on the slip and exchanged a glance with her partner.  [colour=34EBEB]“Lorne? Why would we take you to Lorne Holly?”[/colour]

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“I-I meant if you thought I was a Para or something! You’ll probably send me to some child correction facility or something, or jail, just don’t send me to jail, I’m innocent, please just let me go!”[/color] Holly was genuinely starting to panic. She’d fucked up hard.

Samantha let Holly finish, and gave her another moment to breath. The girl was actually frightened, from a kid with a wrap sheet like hers, was notable.  Ignoring her partner’s protests, Samantha removed her helmet, to look at Holly un-obscured.
[colour=34EBEB]“Holly, all I want from you is to calm down, and answer my questions.”[/colour]

Holly lifted her head to stare at Samantha, worry in her eyes. She made sure to keep her hands behind her back as if she still had the cuffs on, and slowly, she nodded her head. She was sure she wasn’t going to like the questions, not one bit.
[colour=34EBEB]“Okay,”[/colour] Samantha tried to shine her best reassuring smile [colour=34EBEB]“We’ll start off easy. Where do you live Holly?”[/colour]

Holly was thankful for the easy first question, but was still not happy. She gave a vague but truthful answer. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“Anywhere.”[/color]

[colour=34EBEB]“Where are your parents?”[/colour]

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“Dead,”[/color] was the quiet response.

[colour=34EBEB]“Is there anyone you want us to contact for you?”[/colour]

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“There [i]is[/i] nobody to contact. It’s just me.”[/color]

Samantha swallowed and did her best to remember she’d been a cop much longer than a mother. [colour=34EBEB]“Alright, why don’t you tell me how today started for you.”[/colour]

Holly tried to hide how worried she was. She needed to make up a lie and keep with it, because the way her morning had really gone was going to ensure she was locked up for a good amount of time. So, she stuck with the story. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“I woke up to a call from Rabbit saying he needed phones. He reminded me that he’d give me some money for doing it so I could at least feed myself. So, I went to the mall and stole some phones, and then met up with him. I forgot to take the chips out and he got angry with me for it, so I had to quickly take them out and break them, but I guess it was too late because you caught up with us shortly after,”[/color] Holly lied.

[colour=34EBEB]“What work had you done for ‘Rabbit’ before?”[/colour]

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“Stealing other things for him. I guess he sells them on or something,”[/color] Holly replies quickly.

[colour=34EBEB]“How much does he usually pay you?”[/colour]

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“It depends how much I steal for him, or what I’m stealing for him. He thinks that going into a mall and stealing stuff like phones and watches is easy, and doesn’t pay much for them,”[/color] Holly says, quietly. This line of questioning was starting to worry her.

[colour=34EBEB]“Did he ever buy bigger items off of you?”[/colour]

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“What do you mean by bigger items? I haven’t stolen displays or TVs before.”[/color]

[colour=34EBEB]“But that was all he was interested in? Stolen tech?”[/colour]

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“That’s all he made me do, I don’t know if he was interested in anything else,”[/color] Holly retorted. She was lying hard and it was troubling her.

[colour=34EBEB]“Right.”[/colour] Samantha sighed and rubbed her forehead.  This is what she’d traded an afternoon with her husband and son for. [colour=34EBEB] “Was he ever with anyone else? Where did his money come from?”[/colour]

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“I don’t know, okay? I don’t know! Please stop!”[/color] Holly cries out all of a sudden, separating her arms slightly in order to bring her hands to her face but quickly pressing them back together, correcting her mistake - she didn’t want them to know she had uncuffed herself. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“Stop asking me questions!”[/color]

[colour=34EBEB]“Holly,”[/colour] Samantha’s gaze flickered briefly on the girls arms. [colour=34EBEB]“Remember I said I wanted to help you? I can only do that if you’re completely honest with me.”[/colour]

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]“I am being honest with you!”[/color] Holly said, straight up lying. She didn’t [i]want[/i] to lie, but she had to save herself from prison.

Samantha didn’t respond, but remained turned in her seat, watching Holly as they pulled into the lot of the precinct.  

“Where should we put her?” Asked Briars.

[colour=34EBEB]“I have to go see the detective.  Get her into an interrogation room in the meantime.”[/colour]  She slipped her helmet back on.  No one else needed to know she’d broken the rules.  [colour=34EBEB]“Watch when you let her out, she isn’t cuffed anymore.”[/colour]

Holly’s eyes widened as the female officer told the male one that she was uncuffed. Now that there was no use hiding it, she grabbed for the door handle, trying to pull it open fruitlessly for a few moments to try and get out before instead resorting to burying her head in her arms against the back of the seat, sobbing. She wanted out, wanted free again.

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]”You don’t need to interrogate me, I promise! Please let me go!”[/color] She wailed.

Samantha gave the girl a final pitying look hidden behind the mask of her helm.  She really had tried.  At least she hadn’t told Briars to test her; she had a feeling the results would get the girl in more trouble.  As she left the car, she signaled two other officers to help her partner deal with the unsecured fugitive.

With the help of the two other officers, the wailing Holly was removed from the vehicle and moved into the main precinct building. Other than a bit of initial struggling, Holly walked her way in without much need for dragging, though she now had a new set of cuffs on. Inside, she was walked through the halls. After a rough search to make sure she had no more hidden surprises to get herself out of the room or her cuffs, the handcuffs were attached to the chair in the interrogation room and she was there to cry in terror. Usually, Holly had managed to escape by now. She suspected she had finally her match.