Nothing.

You spend the entire ride down to the station telling Jackson that you're not crazy and that she's got everything wrong. Her only responses are non-committal sounds and "That's very interesting sir". Sighing, you settle into the seat and look out the window, wondering why Cerebos hasn't done anything yet. Then you wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

The next few hours at the station are spent with you being shuffled around from desk to desk and department to department as they try to process you, but for some reason they just can't. Their entire database and network seems to be malfunctioning, so they can't look up your details or key them in. All the photos they take of you come up blurry, as corrupted data, or just blank. Even when they went back to paper and ink, every single document that they use for you ends up either missing, damaged, or destroyed. "Just put him in a cell. We'll pull him back out when the tech guys figure out what's gone wrong." The Chief orders Jackson while rubbing his temples.

On your way down, the two of you pass the other occupied cells. One has several scantily clad women in outrageous hair, clothes and make up, while the cell opposite has a bunch of thuggish men. The attending officer, a young man by the name of Achmad, closes the cell door behind you and walks back to his desk, Jackson following behind him, asking about coffee. You immediately lie down on the billet that's in there and let out a long breath.

"Hey baby," one of the women says to you from the cell next to yours. She's got big, spiky red-dyed hair that looks like she stuck a fork in a power socket, dark purple lipstick, massive hoop earrings, three-inch stiletto heels, a glittery tube top and a black microskirt on that barely covers her ass. "When we get out of here, for 200 bucks, Jewel will do anything you want for an hour." She sweetens the deal a bit more by leaning forward and pulling her top down, just enough to flash you a glint of pierced nipple.

"What the fuck, whore?!" One of the thugs shouts, grabbing at the bars. He's the biggest man there, with a tattoo of a snake coming out of a cave on his bald head. "Last time we fucked it was 200 for thirty minutes!"

Jewel straightens up and struts over to stand in front of him. "Yeah Headbanger, because he looks like he can pay me in more than one's and five's, you cheap, limp-dicked bastard." The other girls ooh loudly while the other thugs are trying their best to stay quiet. Headbanger's head turns red and a vein starts to throb at his temple, but Jewel's not done. She cocks her hip to the side and starts studying her nails. "Besides, you're lucky I didn't charge per shot. 200 bucks in fifteen seconds. Whoo! Fastest cash grab I ever had."

The rest of the girls burst out in laughter and so do the other thugs. But their laughs quickly turn into yelps of pain as Headbanger starts beating the crap out of them. A whistle cuts through all the noise and Achmad comes running in with a couple of other policemen. "Break it up! Break it up!" He screams as they pour into the cell. A brief scuffle breaks out and soon, they drag an **** Headbanger out of the cell and haul him elsewhere. Achmad puts his baton away, looks at the women and sighs. "Really? You're turning tricks? Here? Now?"

"Hey. Girls got to eat." Jewel shrugs. A shrewd smile comes to her face and she juggles her breasts with her hands. "Why? You interested?"

Achmad doesn't dignify that with an answer. He just looks forwards and walks away. Jewel smirks, readjusts her top and pushes one of the other hookers, who was making her own sales pitch to you, out of the way, and resumes seducing you.