GB96 s2 - The Fellowship Part 3

You stand over Stef, although you have no plans to take things further. You didn’t even want to hit her once. You just couldn’t help yourself. She got under your skin.

Ellen gets between you, but it’s a little late for that. She sinks to her knees to check on Stef. You look at the diner to see Nadia and Jessica staring in horror.

You look down at your fist and feel a surge of nausea.

The jarring, brief chirps of a silent startle you, and you turn to see a police car pulling the sidewalk.

“Oh no,” you moan as an officer climbs out, pointing at you. The streetlights shine on her short hair and dark uniform. Her badge gleams.

“You! Stand back,” she orders. “Get her up,” she adds to Ellen, who hurriedly tries to help Stef stand.

The cop breezes past you to Stef and grabs her, then throws her roughly against the car.

“Hands on the vehicle! Spread! You too,” she snaps at Ellen.

“What?” Ellen asks, looking lost.

The cop jerks her baton out of the loop on her belt and matter-of-factly slams Ellen in the stomach. She crumples to her knees, retching. The cop points the baton at you and you jump, then join Stef at the car. A moment later Ellen, smelling of vomit, is shoved against it beside you.

You feel gloved hands on your body. Stef groans and blood drips from her nose. Ellen is weeping openly. The cop quickly pats the three of you down. It doesn’t look like she finds any contraband, but that doesn’t seem to matter.

You hear a rattle of handcuffs.

“What—what is happening?” you ask, afraid to turn your head to look.

“Shut the fuck up,” the cop snarls. Cold metal encircles your wrists, clicking securely shut. Stef and Ellen get the same treatment, and in seconds you’re being **** into the back of the car.

Stef has found her voice.

“You can’t fucking do this,” she says, shaking her head. She’s still dazed from the punch. Her brain is not keeping up with what’s happening. The cop reaches into the back, grabs her broken nose, and twists. “Ahh! Fuck!”

“What were you saying?” the cop demands.

“Nothing! Fuck!”

A moment later the cop is in the driver’s seat and you’re moving. On your left, Stef moans pitifully. On your right, Ellen sniffles. You stare at the weird fencing that separates the back of this car from the front. She didn’t read you your rights or… tell you anything. You just got arrested. Right? That’s what this is called. This isn’t right. This is all wrong.

With your hands cuffed behind your back, you twist in your seat to look toward the diner, as though you can somehow as Jessica and Nadia for help, but it’s too late for that now.