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Luciano didn't look at her at all, he simply said "Real nice way of thinking, Waffle.", sighed, and then he smoothed out his coat. He said, "If it makes you feel better, I've a bad feeling about this, too," He stood up and walked up to theb ars and he said to the reast of the group, "but we all need to stay calm. I'm going to get us out of this."

Luciano sighed, he knew in a matter of moments everyone was going to be at each other's throats, he couldn't let that happen. He wondered what he could do to assess the situation before it even started, he looked around to everyone and he said, "We need a plan. My family, as well as Michelle's, already hooked us up with Lawyers. But we all need to come up with something until they get here."

"No, we've already established that we're not saying A WORD until the lawyers get here." Luciano said, looking at Pen, "I mean we just feed them lines until such time." Suddenly Luciano realized that he didn't think of this until Skotti had gone in for interrogation, but he thought how in a way it was a very good thing because then he could use the knowledge that he could give them and in return work a story into it.

The Detective interrogating Skotti didn't respond to his 'jokes'. In fact, he knew exactly what he was doing so he chose to ignore him. After a little while later he said, "Tell me about your Comrades." he didn't look up at Skotti at all, instead he continued to look through the unmakred file that he was reading.

Luciano stood there, in the cell, awaiting very impatiently for their lawyers to show up. Luciano called out to Horatio, "Have you heard from them, yet?" Horatio looked up and he said "Be patient. Ed and Viv will be here shortly." Luciano facepalmed and he said, "Gramps, we need better representation than those two." Horatio laughed, and before he could say anything, the Cop closed the door so they couldn't communicate with each other.

The Detective didn't flinch, instead he repeated what he had said, "Tell me about your Comrades, Gallows." he kept looking through the unmarked file, and then a long silence befell them. Then after the long silence he had said, ". . . This, um,. . . 'Commander Luciano Aguierre-Cheverria' seems like a very good guy. . Won the Purple Heart, Medal of Honour, and all those other medals that soldiers get during combat. ." he continued to look through the folder and a little while later he said, ". . . But there are no medals for you, Mister Gallows. . No awards. . . No positive articles about you- Except for maybe wanted posters, and articles about you doing nothing but disturbing the peace. . ."

If she hit her head hard enough, she could knock her self out again. Nay calculated the amount of pain that would put her in, the likely response to that, and the treatment should would receive from the officers.
No the pain was worth it, She figured and positioned her self to lay out on the floor on her back. Knees bent, her foot tapped gently against the cell floor. "This has to be unlawful, they can't hold people with firm evidence can they?" She wondered aloud.

(( Fillin' in so we don't halt anything. Styk, hopefully you'll get it together soon. ))

The detective smirked at Skotti. "It wouldn't matter if you were a musician, a manager, or some lowly bum. The only press we have of you are all negative."

"In your mind anyways. What do you believe your wife thinks when she sees all of these things?" the detective retorted back. The interrogation team had done extensive but questionable research a while before, so they knew many things that most investigators wouldn't even look at. They were all hell-bent on throwing the gang into prison for as long as possible, so it was more of a 'why the hell not?' for them.