They gave her a jumpsuit to wear during the investigation. She sat at the back of her cell not knowing what came next. Curling her bare toes, she admired how well the nail polish had stayed on. I’ll have to remember this brand, she mocked in an attempt to pretend she would be leaving.
A nocturnal looking creature with thin framed glasses eventually walked through the steel door accompanied by two muscle bound idiots with machine guns.
“Miss Jenkins, I hope you are enjoying your stay…”
“It’s Mustafa, bitch.”
“Well, gentlemen. Would you please accompany “Mustafa” to the interrogation room for questioning?"
The men grabbed her and took her down a long hallway. She was deposited in a room devoid of color and practically light. They sat her in a chair as the clicking heals of death followed. The meat heads were dismissed.
“So tell me, young miss,” the bat glared with piercing eyes and lips to match, “What were you doing with all those weapons?”
“Weapons? I thought they were dildos. My friend told me he was starting a new business. I was happy to help out.”
In an unamused smirk, the bitch looked sternly. “We know you aren’t ready to talk. We’ll get you there. Give it some time and you will come clean.” She exited the room as the guards came back in.
Halfway down the hall, Mustafa elbowed one of the guards breaking his nose. She grabbed his gun and shot the other. In a mad dash to make her escape to the roof where a flare was waiting, she lit it and a helicopter came with a rope dangling.
“Mustafa. Code 18736982,” she yelled as she climbed her way into the helicopter. They made their way before being followed.
“Nice jumpsuit, Kayla,” Johnson chimed as she was unloaded into their hideout.
“Yeah, bite me!” she cawed with a grin.
“Did you do it?”
“Of course! That place is gonna blow any minute. President Palin and her evil tribe, up in smoke! If only we could have saved her head for the mantel. You Betcha!”
This is for Star Twister 80 – jumpsuit