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Chapter Twenty-Six: Time to Roll

The two walked down the florescent lit hall and into the common office area. When they entered, the fifty officers in the room all looked up. Some were sitting at or on their desks. Some were huddled into corners conversing with each other. The rest were just leaning up against walls, fixed on the windows, or staring at their cups filled with water or coffee, though not taking a single sip.

Joji eyed the room, glancing over every cop there before fixing his eyes on Jerry who was walking up the aisle. Jerry was holding a single piece of paper in his hands, gently gripping it between his thumb and index finger, ensuring that it did not wrinkle. He handed it to Joji who treated it with reverence to its fragile condition.

"Karen!" called Joji. Karen, a young red fox with long red hair who was the Department Secretary, came walking over.

"Take the papers on my desk and give them to Judge Shirk. Immediately."

Karen took and hurried out of the office.

Then Joji again gazed at the other officers staring at him. The younger, newer officers, with their bright eyes, gave a look of anticipation, of urgency, like a lost child waiting for the pending guidance of a parent, read to jump at the word. The older officers also gave a look of anticipation, but that of a cautious curiosity.

That boy better not do anything fucking stupid...

But all anyone got from the young Sherriff was a sinister glance and a nod before he disappeared behind the metal door that led to the stairwell going down, together with the young wolf and the old Great Dane.

The trotting of their stomping feet echoed through the stairwell. The white walls reflected the florescent lights above, making the stairway shine like a hospital room. They spoke not a word as they descended the concrete steps with the metal railing that was painted a reddish brown. When they reached the door at the end of the stairwell, which was painted to match the railings, Joji forced it open. The three entered a single hallway; one that was only led to a single room at the end: the only cell in the department building. Like the stairway, the hall was painted a shining, reflective white, and its narrowness and symmetry made it give off an eerie, canny façade. But the purity of the place was interrupted by a black shape standing right in front of the thick, heavy, reddish door of the cell.

It was Salina, posing with at her arms to her hips, and grilling the three of them with her determined, piercing yellow eyes. Joji locked glares with the black cat before he started for the door. As he approached, Salina walked with stubborn bearing toward him. Before they could collide with each other, they both stopped dead in their tracks, like two opposing forces canceling each other out, ceasing their motions only a few inches away from the tips of their noses.

"Get out of my way, Salina," scolded Joji, emphasizing each word in slow procession. Salina only stared back with an arrogant, cold gaze.

"Joji..." said she with a sharp whisper, giving the anticipation of an eruption, "...This is No Time FOR VENGENGE!" The anger in her voice evolved in chronological order of each word in her sentence.

Joji trusted himself forward a bit, breaking his eye contact with Salina. "I'll only ask you once more before I hold you in contempt for obstructing justice."

Salina did not budge from her position. Instead, she threw up her arms, placing both hands on the narrow walls.

"Don't you think you can order me around, Joji. As much as you can hide your weaknesses in your physique, torture is not justice and I will not move!"

"Then I guess it's good that Carol is out of town today. The word of three of us against yours." Then Joji raised his head to the door only three yards down from where he and Salina were standing. With both of his broad arms, he pushed aside Salina's thin, right arm, creating a wide enough gap to budge right past her.

Salina swiftly retracted her arm, as if in burning disgust to have even made contact with the hefty, gray Shepkita.

"SKREW YOU, JOJI!"

Joji, not bothering to look back, only smiled and said arrogantly, "You did, you black pussy cat..."

As Salina wined her body in preparation to charge at Joji, she found herself unable to move. She discovered the broad, dark gray arms of a muscular wolf wrapped around her upper body. Reis lifted her up slightly and with ease rotated her around to the other side of where he and Jerry were standing before he placed her down. It happened so quick that Salina had not the chance to kick, or even scream. Now she found herself behind a barricade two large canine cops. She looked at Reis, "Reis, please..." she raised her hand to his chest, "...please stop him..."

Reis grabbed ahold of Salina's arm, stopping them before they could reach his torso. He squeezed her slender arm with his immense hand, ensuring that it would not move a centimeter without his direction. A crushing pain was sent through Salina's arm and though her body. Though she tried to conceal her agony, she could not help but let out a few paints, as she was bent slowly toward the ground. Salina raised her eyes to Reis's. Looking for the slightest sign of empathy, she was distraught, and disturbed, that Reis's eyes appeared glass like, without depth, as his irises were very narrow (lightly the result of all the light in the room). Finally, Reis let go of Salina's arm, and an instant wave of relief ran over her. As she straightened herself up, she placed her hand on her hurting arms, still looking at Reis, trying to extract the least bit of pity. But she was met with none. She turned to the old Great Dane, who shook his head sadly, but turned away and looked the other direction.

Slowly, Salina backed up to the door, her and Reis still exchanging cold stares.

"You bastards!" was all she said before charging out the door to the stairwell.

Joji placed his hand on the steal lever to open the thick, metal cell door. He was now close enough to hear inside. He could hear the young cat jumping around the cell as he screamed and laughed.

Yea...He's full of it...

He then pushed the lever down, opened the door, and walked in.

Reis leaned up against the wall and that is where he stayed for two full hours. Jerry eventually left him, and he was alone in the bright, white hall with his hands against face.

The sounds from inside the cell were now silent. Finally, out came Joji, still gently holding the confession paper in his hand. He closed the door behind him and calmly moved toward Reis. Reis stood up straight as Joji approached. Then Joji he put his hand on Reis's shoulder and led him back to the door of the stairwell.