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Running was his least favourite part of crime. Rushing through the alleys, on just his feet, panting and heaving as his binder restricted his lungs. Taking a look behind him, he saw nothing. Feeling safe…ish, he leaned against the bricks, trying to catch his breath.
Footsteps. Loud, echoey, unmistakable footsteps. He looked around, cursing under his breath. He was at a dead end. A small, fiery light peeked out from around the corner, before he saw the 6’3, dark haired, tired looking detective that had been on his ass for months.
“Hello, Alex.” He spoke roughly, looking down on the criminal.
“Hey, Nick…” Alex said nervously, quickly trying to run off. He didn’t get far, with Nick grabbing him by the hood of his red sweater.
“Not so fast, you’re coming with me.” Nick said, dragging Alex by his pale wrist. He groaned, not very happy about being arrested. Reluctantly, he followed along, slouching so his messy blond hair covered his bright blue eyes. While walking, Nick took a puff of his cigar.
“You’re a pain in the ass.” He grumbled. Alex attempted to defend himself, not managing more than a squeak before getting cut off. “Shut up.” Nick interjected, rolling his brown eyes. His long, beige coat blew behind him slightly, but the wind wasn’t strong enough to knock his hat off.
Once they got to the station, Nick pushed the younger man into the building. He was interrogated for quite some time, before getting stripped and dressed in orange, the number 7000 on his back.
“Now that you’re not much of a problem anymore, I finally have some free time.” Nick said, shoving Alex into his cell. He hit the floor with a thump. “Night, Alex.” Nick said as he left. “Fuckin’ asshole.” He mumbled.
“Night, bitch.” Alex spat back, climbing into the cold prison bed. He was already making a plan to escape.
In the cafeteria, the food was shit. Mainly just tasteless slop. Alex would go mad if he had to survive on this, but he ate it anyways. Nick stopped by sometimes, normally just talking to his buddies. Don’t forget about Alex getting given the finger twice in the same day, by the same asshole detective with his 6’3 frame, dark haired and facial hair, with his stupid cigar and that stupid smirk. He hasn’t won. He’ll know that soon.
The plan looked like this.
1. Start a food fight in the cafeteria because the prisoners need some excitement anyway
2. Sneak off while the cops deal with the edible war
3. Steal a keycard on the way
4. Get the fuck out
He knew it would work. He just needed the perfect time to do it.
He sat in the cafeteria every day, waiting for the perfect moment for his escape plan.
Turns out, a plan wasn’t necessary. A couple weeks after his arrest, Nick walked in looking extra pissed, if that’s even possible. Another officer, Salvester, walked beside him. She was 5’10, with blond hair pulled back in a high bun and pale skin. She spoke first. “Alex Abel?” Alex quickly peeked out of his cell. “Me?”
Then Nick spoke. “No, fuckface, your twin brother right behind you.” He said snappily. “Oh, fuck you, dipshit.” Alex spat back. “Enough, you two. You fight like you enjoy each others company.” Salvester spoke calmly. “Ew, hell fuckin’ no.” The men said in unison. Salvester rolled her eyes.
“Anyway, Ms. Abe-” She was quickly cut off by…Nick?! “It’s Mr. Abel.” He corrected. “I’m just reading what’s o-” Salvester started. “Shut the fuck up.” Nick cut her off again. “Say it right, or don’t say it at all.” She sighed. “Alright, Mr. Abel. We’ve received word of your connections to a human trafficking and crime organization we’ve been chasing. We were wondering if you’d like to work with us to catch them.”
“Will it get me out of jail?” Alex asked. He didn’t want to be here anymore.
Nick sighed reluctantly. “It can.” He mumbled.
Alex nodded immediately. “Deal!”