DC Police Station [NFB - Distance]

[marsheadtilt]

Veronica sat on the cold, metal bench and sighed. "I really had hoped to ever avoid getting arrested again," she remarked to her companionBefore he could respond, Officer Jordan approached the holding cell. "Blondie. Pajama Man. Bail's set at $500 each. You get one phone call

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[mouthy_merc]

"Not Nate!" Helpful, Deadpool. Helpful.

[marsheadtilt]

"I could call Dick," Veronica considered. "But if he's stoned or something and doesn't answer we're screwed."

She chewed on her bottom lip. "The Hyperion is probably the best bet. There's bound to be someone around."

[mouthy_merc]

"Well, it's either that or break out of here all Shawshank Redemption style," Deadpool replied. "And I don't have a Morgan Freeman around for that."

[marsheadtilt]

Officer Jordan glared at him.

"Okay, I'll call them," Veronica said, following the officer out of the cell.

She dialed the main number of the hotel and prayed that someone would be around to answer it. Even if it was Anders.

[demonbelthazor]

A short time later, Bel was led back to the holding cell. He'd shimmered to DC and came in through the front door to pay the bail as was proper, because shimmering into the station itself would've been a bad plan.

"Your bail's been paid, Blondie," Officer Jordan said. "You too, Pajama Man."

"Can you wait just a second before you open the cell?" Bel begged. "I need to record this for posterity." He whipped out his cell phone and aimed it at Veronica. "C'mon, V, look like a hardened criminal. But make it fierce. Smile with your eyes."

[marsheadtilt]

Veronica made a rather rude gesture. And did not smile with her eyes.

[demonbelthazor]

"Like you wouldn't be doing the same thing if it were me behind bars," Bel said, snapping a few photos.

[marsheadtilt]

"Hmmm, I seem to recall working to get you out last time you were behind bars," Veronica reminded him.

[spring_lost]

There was someone outside the station; someone who was well aware of bail being paid, and crimes being perpetrated, and who was balancing holding on to a baby girl with managing his best stoic look about it. His arms were crossed, and he was considering the door of the station in a way that made it obvious he knew what he was looking for.

He was Nathan Summers.

There were people who needed to be fixed with looks.

Ergo, he was here.

[mouthy_merc]

"Of all the gin joints in all the world, you had to wait outside this one," Wade said, not even looking at him as he walked on out of the station.

[spring_lost]

"Was it really necessary to get violent?" Nate asked him, because he was cool like that.

There might have been a hint of a sigh, yes.

[mouthy_merc]

"They started it!"