Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4995321-20160723013433/@comment-4059927-20160728021107

Devin was bloodied, and bruised. "Yeah they will."

"Fuck you!" Devin exclaims, sitting up, but the damage done prevents him from getting up as he rolls around in pain.

"Break it up." A stern voice yells. Michael recognizes it, it's officer Jonas Barnett. Michael had many run-ins with him. Michael turns and sees several officers emerging from the bushes, like sly ninjas dancing in the night they were.

"You here to arrest us?" Michael protests.

"No, them." Barnett replies. "I was informed by many sources of what Devin and his dissidents were doing to young girls." He looks over the beaten members of Devin's crew slowly, before withdrawing a pair of metal handcuffs.

"Even you wouldn't steep that low, Michael." He muses.