The guards struggle to find a place for her

The guards brought Vanessa back onto the messy streets, much to her disgust. The fact that she was also covered from head to toe in Nelly's poop made it all the worse for the former CEO. "So what cell block are you from?" The guard asked her. "I'm not from any fucking cell block, like I've been saying, I'M NOT A FUCKING CRIMINAL!" Vanessa lost her temper, trying to free her hands from the guard's grip.

The guard reached into one his many pockets along his belt. "Suuure you're not, you know I can just do this and find out for ya." He responded, pulling out a scanner with a handle and trigger. He hovered it infront of Vanessa's shit covered face, scanning it momentarily. He took a look at it, puzzled. "Huh, you really don't have a cell." He said. "AHAA! SEE! I'm not supposed to fucking be here I!! I'll have you all know that as soon as I am clean I will be marching back here with a lawsuit and suing ALL OF--"

"Hold on, hold on!" The guard interrupted Vanessa, holding his other hand out. "You're still on the database, you just haven't been allocated a cell, I'll make a quick phone call about it." The guard explained. Vanessa growled as she watched him walk to the side on his phone. The other guard held both her hands tightly behind her back. Vanessa continued her rant, swearing, screaming and stomping her feet.