So they separated us. They wanted to corroborate our stories, and didn’t want us in contact with each other until the trial was over. I was grilled for about six hours at different times, maybe two hours at most at once. Just like Boston PD, they kept trying me to get to change my story, but you can’t change the truth. Well, I guess that’s bullshit, all you gotta do is lie, but I didn’t. I wouldn’t, because as the age old adage tells us: The Truth Will Set You Free.
Yeah, that’s a load of bullshit too.
My exceptionally un-free ass was lounging on a cot in a cell when Kat and Ship showed up. The MPs and a county sheriff wouldn’t let them in my cell, but they brought my buddies chairs to sit on so we could talk through the bars. The cops watched Kat and Ship like hawks though. No files in birthday cakes.
“We heard what happened,” Kat told me and looked at her shoes, “I’m sorry?”
“You’re sorry? Why are you sorry?”
“Cuz it was my fault.”
“So a fat, sick bastard wants to have his way with my kid sister but it’s her fault. Huh. Didn’t take you for a dumbass Kat.”
She smiled and cried at the same time, “Kid sister huh?” She wiped her eyes.
“Yeah, never had one before. I kinda like it.”
Ship passed a note to one of my jailors, who read it before giving it back to Ship to give to me.
So now you make little girls cry. Well done.
I got pissed and looked at him, but Shrek had a grin on his face like he had had shit for breakfast. He was joking. A new thing for both of us, and that was worth the prison time.
“Yeah,” I said, “kids and would-be rapists.”
Kat looked up confused, “Alavarez said you didn’t shoot him.”
“I didn’t. I just thought that his balls needed a little adjustment, and my foot acted of its own accord.” I shrugged, “It happens. I stood to walk away and the bastard drew and fired on me, trying to shoot me in the back. Westbrook shot him. I’m both happy and sad, because I wish I was the one who blasted that prick, but at the same time I’m glad his fat fingers jerked the trigger and the shot went wide.”
One of the MPs snorted, “I wish I could have shot him too.”
“Me too,” said the sheriff from out in the hall.
Everybody knew what was going on, and if that was the case, what the hell was I doing on this side of the bars?
“Wait… Alvarez said? You went to see him before me?” I was a little hurt. Still manly as all Hell, but hurt.
“No, he came to find us. He told us what happened.”
“Wait…What? Alvarez is out?”
Kat looked at me weird, “Out of what?”
“Jail! Prison! He was set free? What the Hell am I doing in here then?”
Before she could answer, or Ship could write something disapproving, a little soldier showed up and passed a piece of paper to the big guard, who looked at it and produced a key, “Looks like you’re out too.” Kat and the Sasquatch moved over so the guard could let me out, and out he let me.
I stood tall as a free man, and Kat did the strangest thing, she jumped into my arms and hugged the shit out of me. Ship put his massive mitt on my shoulder and nodded in what looked like relief. That was weird too.
“We heard they might execute you guys,” Kat said, “we were scared.”
“You were huh? Both of you?” I craned my neck to look up at the Yeti. Stinkeye, but it was half-hearted, and I shook it off.
I felt great.
So of course that was when the base alarms began to sound.