Mother's Extensive Roadtrip: ...with the Po Po

[yucca_isnt_porn]

After Laini bailed on him in the RV, it was just one long event with Utah's po po. The condoms and explosives? Totally circumstantial evidence, much though the cops try to wrangle him otherwise. Even the inflatible sheep could've been that

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[foxy_l33t]

Sorry, Mother. But Laini did have a few things to set up before she was ready to attempt this.

Also- well, it may be trite, but there are less people around in the middle of the night, making jail breaks and other mayhem much easier to pull off.

Specially since the security in the station is not high tech enough for Laini to pull off this whole thing with her laptop. Drat it.

So, sometime around midnight, one of the officers coming in from the parking lot gets an invisable shadow following him into the station.

[yucca_isnt_porn]

"Hey Lloyd, any of those fritters left that your wife made?" Oblivious officer is certainly not noticing a shadow that isn't there. Our buddy Dave here, if his nametag is anything to go by, wasn't trained to deal with magic ninjas.

"Check the fridge in the breakroom, I don't know how many are left." Lloyd isn't looking up from his paperwork right now...and from the look of it, it's paperwork that has absolutely nothing to do with Darryl Roskow.

At this time of the night, there's about nine policemen total in the building, and it's an even bet a third of them are in the breakrooms.

[foxy_l33t]

It's a pity- hardly anyone is trained to handle magic ninjas these days.

Now, in another world/time, odds are Laini would do some doctoring of whatever coffee/drink was being served in the break room, and that would take care of a good many of the police officers without her having to do anything else. However-

The goal here is absolute ninja-ness. In, out, all records and traces gone as if they never existed. This includes Mother as well- and it does not include doctoring the coffee and dealing with either corpses or drug tests leaving behind evidence.

So, you're lucking out tonight, Black Mesa's Finest.

Lloyd doesn't have anything on his desk concerning Darryl Roskow, a Winnabago, or a certain golf course. But there are plenty of other desks, and Laini starts going over them one by one- empty ones first, surrounding it with an illusion and null-sound zone so no one has a clue she's searching the place.

[yucca_isnt_porn]

Plenty of other desks.

It's just Laini's luck though that one of the two desks with paperwork regarding the golf course, a Winnabago, and Darryl Roskow is occupied by a Barret T. Lirice. And Mr. Lirice there looks like a stickler for the rules, and not leaving his desk, if the size of his coffee mug is anything to go by.

Or the size of that bottle of whiskey he keeps hidden, which he is taking a slug from in a moment.

"Hey Peabody, what kind of felony charge would be appropriate for rigging the toilets to scream bloody murder?"

"....hell if I know."

"...Pete better get back from the bathroom soon....Christ, did he fall asleep in there?"

[foxy_l33t]

Laini would have no arguments if they all fell asleep- in the bathroom or wherever they pleased. However, cops and coffee are a tradition even longer standing than her own-

But she has just the thing to deal with that, as she continues to scope out the place. Each cup of coffee on a desk with a cop in attendance gets a few drops added in from a vial Laini slips from her belt. Nothing poisonous, nothing that would show up in a tox screen or drug test-

Just a little something that removes the caffiene from each cup (horrors!) and adds a healthy dose of tryptophan. Certainly won't be knocking anyone out, but sleepy, dozing cops are much easier to deal with than awake, hyper ones.

If she wasn't doing her best to keep silent, Laini would be humming as she heads to the break room to dump the rest of the vial into the pot of coffee located there.

Now, where were the holding cells...

[yucca_isnt_porn]

They certainly will be easier to deal with. These guys depend on the caffeine to get through the night shift. When they crash from the lack of caffeine it will be a very tired night in the jailhouse.

Farther back along the corridor, well past the interrogation rooms, but not far enough back to be in with the jail cells. And from the familiar smell in the air...

Black Mesa's Finest have discovered that Mother and onions should not be allowed to coexist in the same room.

[foxy_l33t]

... Again, it is a lovely thing to be a shapeshifter. Specially if it means toning down your own sense of smell

[yucca_isnt_porn]

...Laini's probably never snuck up on Mother before.

He's a conspiracy theorist. It comes as no surprise to anyone that his first move upon being shaken awake is to flail around and squeal like a terrified little girl-squid!

"AIIG-" And there's a hand on the mouth.

Blink. Blink.

[foxy_l33t]

"Shhhhhhh."

Even better, there's an invisable hand on his mouth.

"Told you it would be better if you had someone on the outside."

Laini's voice sounds very incredibly smug.

"Now, while I do have the cameras fixed, loud noices just might have Deputy Fife come and have a look-see, and we don't want that. Nod if you understand and aren't going to keep screaming, ok?"

[yucca_isnt_porn]

...From the expression on Mother's face right now, there are a lot of choice curses coming to mind. He nods, and for added emphasis, is doing some fast talking in American Sign Language.

...Someday, Laini will probably want to know where he picked that phrase up.

"I can do quiet. I like quiet, if it means getting out of here."

[foxy_l33t]

"Oh, it does."

Laini is winking, though, being invisable ruins the effect.

Mother finds the set of RV keys being pressed into his hand.

"Slip those into a pocket. Now, as for this-"

And that feels like one of her many, little gadgets, about the size of a car alarm.

"This sets up an invisability field around you that I don't have to operate myself. Press the button, and it starts, with about fifteen minutes worth of charge. You can turn it on and off, but still, only fifteen minutes no matter how you break it up. With me so far?"

[yucca_isnt_porn]

"Fifteen minutes total, no more," Mother repeats quietly, tucking the keys into his front jeans pocket. He'd say that he doesn't look that stupid, but which one of them is getting busted out of jail here?

"Get back to the RV asap?"

[foxy_l33t]

"Exactly." Laini is beaming- but Mother's hand also gets a reassuring squeeze.

"While I finish things here, so when they wake up, this is all going to seem like a bad dream for our boys in blue. Totally a bad dream, with no proof at all that you were ever here. Which... would be a good thing, I think?"

It certainly means that Laini didn't break of promise of keeping Mother out of trouble, if she can do so!

"The gate to the impound yard should be unlocked. I'll be giving you... forty minutes? About. To get out there and in the RV, before I start on the things in here."

[yucca_isnt_porn]

"Forty minutes to get out there...fifteen minutes on the invisibility." Mother repeats..grinning.

That seems doable. He'd have to run like a mad bastard once outside of the building....but you gotta do what you gotta do. One glance to the door, before glancing at Laini.

"...whenever you're ready to let me up."

[foxy_l33t]

Laini chuckles quietly, and lets go of Mother. "Don't go too fast, as I'll be right behind you 'til we get to the main office area."

She pulls a leaf out from a pocket, and it visually appears in midair. "Got one little trick here to make sure you stay on their security cameras for a while."

[yucca_isnt_porn]

Mother is not gleeing, mother is not going to glee at Laini because that would in fact waste precious time.

"Heading out in three, two..one."

Out the door at a fast sneaking trot down the hall, quick enough to make good time between using the little invisibility gadget, and coming up to the Main Office area.

Now what?