Caught!

"What are you doing here Max" No what are you doing here dressed like that?"

"Err-I" Max stammered.

"Err-you, what? Why are you sweating?"

Max knew she was screwed. Walter was the last person she expected to run into, but with her luck she should of seen it coming. Walter was an idiot, a dork and local cop that hassled her every month for 'rent'; payment she and Cindy gave him for turning a blind eye to the fact they were squatting in their apartment.

"Max?" Walter questioned again.

They were both distracted by the ruckus from the back of the station. Some of the cops were laughing as someone ranted on, as a path cleared of the group that had gone to see what the commotion was about, Max and Walter saw a cop yelling in nothing but a pair of boxers.

"Oh shit" Max yelped. She looked up to see Walter glaring at her. And then he smiled, causing Max to take a cautious step back. Walter grabbed Max?s arm and guided her through the station. All she could do was follow and keep her head down as the passed the pissed off cop. Walter led Max into the gents toilet then into one off the cubicles.

"What the fuck are you doing in Sergeant Simmons uniform Max?"

Max looked at him but didn't answer.

"Look! Two things can happen here; I can help or hinder you."

Max looked up at Walter suspiciously...

"What do you want Walter?"