Prisons Within and Without
22st of July 2006 A.D.
Cook County Jail Illinois
Jail was a lot less Shawshank Redemption and a lot more industrial packing for prisoners, I thought as I looked around the long grim room with steel framed double beds under the glare of harsh fluorescent lights. No one in here had heard, nor particularly cared about Harry Dresden the wizard, they were all too busy complaining about the slop they fed us or the scorching heat of summer than beat down on the steel and concrete box we were all stuck in. I had always wondered why cigarettes were so common in jail even after people started smoking them less on the outside, turns out that the answer was boredom. Being in jail was mind numbing even as the guards tried to keep our bodies moving.
Now thankfully I am a honest to goodness wizard which means I always have something to do as long as I have a clear head and some place to sit down, meditate. If only I could clear my head.
The light above me started to flicker weird colors as stray magic got at the gas inside. I wasn't really in the mood for meditating.
Part of me wondered if I could have bullshited my way out of Wright's little recruitment pitch. He did not sound like he knew enough to ask a wizard to swear on his power and any organization that was willing to bend the system like that to get their own pet wizard didn't deserve the courtesy of an honest answer. Trouble was I'm also not the best liar...
"If only you would accept my aid my host you could be a remarkably good one," a soft feminine voice heavy with exasperation sighed in my ear.
"Yeah, just let you use me like a puppet for a bit and I'll be fine," I answer sarcastically.
"Even if I wanted to retain full control of your voice and face beyond what is agreed upon I could not do it long and the loss of trust that would incur would have been catastrophic," she replies.
"I suppose little Molly Carpenter will have to deal as best she can with the would be heirs of Heinrich Kemmler."
She had almost gotten me with that one. Molly had a habit of running towards trouble and not away from it and she was powerful enough to get in a whole heap of it. In the end I reminded myself that she has Michael and Charity in her corner to bail her out. Between one of the knights of the cross and the woman who took a hammer to the gates of Arctis Tor she would be fine enough,
"Assuming she tells them about the investigation of course," Lash needled. Normally I would shut her down about now, but better her company than no company.
"If she is trying to make sure they don't worry then you should keep an eye on the news. Who knows, maybe we'll see 'girl with hellfire sword' gets into a fight with police." She sounded like she found the idea deeply amusing, not that it really surprised me, she'd been laughing and joking through Wright's whole recruitment pitch. The worst part was she was getting funnier....
Was reverse Stockholm Syndrome a thing? I wondered.
"Yes, it's called Lima Syndrome," she helpfully replied.
"I demand more exercise or I'm going to start banging cups on the bars."
She was wearing a orange jumper now that clashed badly with her hair and even more so with her bearing. You do try to keep from smiling, though I do not quite manage it.
The rest of the physical prisoners instinctively avoided by eyes because even regular people could feel a soul gaze starting which meant I more of less registered as dangerous and/or crazy and most of these people just wanted to get on with their lives.
"Harry Dresden!" the call of one of the guards interrupted the conversation before it could get any further. "Your lawyer's here."
***
It was strange to see Father Anthony Forthil in a suit and even stranger to see him look look over the room with suspicion than glare at the camera. "That had better not be recording audio or there will be consequences."
Turning to you with a sigh and a weary expression that deepens the wrinkles you cannot usually see he starts "We now have proof that you were not in Chicago for the events they have charged you for, unless of course someone wants to make the case before a judge that you can be in two places at once. If one of the agents were to come to you with let's say a softer offer that's why. You do not have to take it, but I have not been able to get your case before a judge for bail before Monday so if you really want to get out of here today or tomorrow you might want to at least listen to what they are offering."
"How's Molly doing. Is she...?"
"She's fine. Busy..." the word has all manner of worrying connotations. "Busier than anyone her age should be, but to each it is given to bear our own cross and none beyond our messure. She said to tell you that she's been looking after Mouse and Mister."
"So... what are you willing to bet on her having found and spoken to Bob?" Lash interjected again.
"I'm sure he gave her all sorts of fun ideas."
That sounded disturbingly likely and just plain disturbing.
"I'll keep that in mind Father," he replied to the priest. "Is her father also helping."
"Yes." I could see him hesitate for a moment before adding. "Do not agree to anything you are not comfortable with Harry, I'm doing everything I can to clear your name and to clear up certain misunderstandings about what is and is not reasonable behavior from federal agents."
Church backchannels then. I really didn't want him to put his neck on the line for me, but on the other hand it wasn't just me that was in trouble. It was rarely that simple when queen Mab asked for 'a simple favor'. "So nothing too bad's happened."
He lowers his voice so low you can hardly hear it. "Cindy Matthews has been kidnapped. Do you know anything that can help."
"God damn it!" I can feel my cheeks going red at saying that in front of a priest. I shake my head no as Lash looks over at you over his shoulder. I half expect some sharp quip, but she is quiet, thinking.
Is it too late to go back to the quips?
OOC: Harry is not used to being stuck like this and Lash is taking advantage of his frustration as much as she can.