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"Rather board." Pen sighed and looked about the room. Paying no attention to the cop all she had to do was eat up time.

"We hang out, play go-fish, listen to music and sometimes we go out for pizza. Happy?"

Skotti diald the number to headquarters, the phone rang once and mandi frantically picked up.
"Skotti?"
"Hi honey"
"Skotti Meryl Gallows! Where in the blue blazes are you, I was worried sick!"
"Meryl?"
"It's your middle name, your mother just told me"
"Lovely, thank you mum, anyway, I got caught by the police, we are all here actually"
...why? what about the Do- I mean what about Lucia? does he know?
"No, I need you to tell him to see what he can do, then have him or his sister try to contact me"
got it
"..."
"Devin really misses you... you want to talk to him
"Yeah"
"lemme just put the phone in his crib........ok, go ahead"
"Hey dev... Daddy... Daddy is probably not coming home tonight... he is in a bit of a jam... take care of your mum and grandma... I love you"
"........ done, sweetie?"
"Yeah" skotti sniffed as he talked, his voice choked up a bit "Listen, call Lucia from home and then stay at my mother's until this gets figured out"
"got it, I love you dear"
"I love you too, bye"
Skotti hung up the phone and was escorted back to the cell.

Faye let herself slide to the floor, so she was staring at the ceiling. "Humph, it doesn't matter anyway. As for why the illusion thing work, its because illusion focus on the mind and not actually materials. They can't change matter, but it instead tricks the mind into thinking that matter has been changed. Though..." She trailed off as she thought about all she knew on illusion magic. Soon her mind was complete dedicated to figure out a magical illusion formula that she had once gotten stuck on.

The Detective took out a stick of gum, took the foil off of it, and then popped the gum in his mouth. He chewed the minty stick, and as he chewed he said to Pen,"Tell me about Mister Gallows and his buddy Luciano. ." The Detective chewed his gum with his mouth open, he folded his hands on the table and he asked, "Are they alright with you basically being a total nobody?- I mean, Mister Gallows had his music career and now a family, And Luciano is a decorated Marine and a journalist, marrying a modest but talented woman. . . Where d'you fit in, Penelope? You don't have any family, your 'best friend' wants you dead, zero blood relatives, you're still not married or engaged. . ." from folding his hands on the table to now sitting back slightly, he folded his arms and he said, "I mean, you're basically at the bottom of the social ladder, here, Penelope. Are they alright with this at all? You must feel pretty embarrassed because Luciano is like a brother to you, yet you've barely made a name for yourself. . . Tell me, how d'you feel about that? I'd like to know."

The Detective continued to chew his gum, he kept his eyes on Pen and nodded at her, "Well," he began, now looking down at the unmarked folder, "Mister Gallows didn't seem to care all that much. The only thing he seemed to care about was the way he looked to the people behind the glass. You know? Trying to maintain his 'Rockstar' persona. Spending too much time trying to throw me off than talk about his comrades. I'm surprised he's even your leader- Hell, I'm surprised you and Mister. . ." he looked through the folder and he said, ". . Aguierre-Cheverria- Haven't conspired to overthrow him. . . How d'you and Mister Aguierre-Cheverria feel about him? Or for your other comrades, for that matter?"

Meanwhile Luciano paced the holding cell. He was trying to think of ways to escape, but so far his efforts weren't working. Luciano sat down and the room was getting a bit warmer, he noticed.

Nay was meditating. Though her position was odd. Her legs were crossed against the wall, with her body against the floor.
She let one eye snap open when she felt someone feet pacing the ground. Finding it was Luciano, she shrugged and said, "Calm down or you'll show that they're getting to you."

Luciano let out a heavy sigh, he paced just a little more and then he stopped. When he stopped, he looked down at Michelle and he pointed to the door knob at the end of the hall "Is it made of metal?" Michelle let out a heavy sigh and wiped the small bit of sweat from her forehead, "Babe, I'm not going to break us out. You know I don't use my power for crime."
"It wouldn't be for crime! It would be for helping us out!"
"Are you not hearing yourself?- you're going to make us look guilty when we haven't even done anything!"
"They're holding us prisoner, Michelle!! They're supposed to be letting us go by now, because it's the law!!"
Michelle then let out an 'UGH!!!!' and then suddenly she took one of her evenning gloves off. She walked up to him and shoved it into his mouth, then sat down. Michelle crossed her legs, folded her arms, and sat facing away from him.

The Detective kept staring at Pen, he said to her ". . . You keep telling yourself that. Sadly, there's a lot of things you don't know about any of them." The Detective motioned for the Cop to take her back to the holding cell, and he said ,"Bring in Sabe Hudson."

The Detective had a Cop bring in some food for himself. He sat there for a moment, looking at Sabe. He simply said, ". . . Y'know, it's funny how you look much older than you are. . You look like you could be as old as I am. That being said, I'm surprised you go for the younger girls."