CHAPTER 8 

A Night in the Doghouse

When I finally, regained consciousness, I was in a cell, at the police station. My jaw hurt when moved it, I could taste the blood in my mouth. God, he must of hit me hard. I would have been there, in a cell for about two hours; before, I heard a familiar voice. “Vince?” I spun around, and to my surprise, my father; was standing in the cell, that was opposite mine. “What happened?” he asked.

The cell doors were barred, with high-powered lasers, which were red in colour. The lasers criss-crossed each other diagonally, making it impossible to get through them without losing your life. The walls were made of concrete, and were painted white. It had toilet, a basin, and a bed, with an old brown, itchy blanket. I walk to the front of my small, four by four, cell. “Sorry, Dad; I failed you, Mum and Susan.” I said to him bowing my head in disgrace.

“Vince, sorry doesn’t cut it. What did you do?” He asked.

“I entered a couple of run down places, one in Mascot, and the other was in Darlinghurst.” I informed him, as he looked at me. To my surprise he wasn't furious, quite the opposite, actually. He was standing there smiling.

“I had a plan, but I needed supplies. Mum knows I'm here to, so is Lucy; but they have taken her somewhere else. I don’t know where, they split us up once we arrived.” I told him, as two guards paced along the aisle, between our cells. .

“What was your plan?” he asked.

“Uh well,” I said, waiting for him to start yelling at me. “I was gathering supplies, to make a hydrochloric acid bomb, but with a little twist to it of my own.”

“Nice try, but it wouldn't have worked,” he said in turn. “But I wouldn't have ruled it out completely.”

“What do you mean, Dad?” I asked, curiously.

“I mean, when I was in the Air Force, the Army tried using Hydrochloric acid, Hydrofluoric acid, and Sulphuric acid; to dissolve the mutants,” Dad explained, as he started to pace, along the front of his cell. “It worked for some, but not on all mutants.”

Dad and I continued to talk for a bit, about the mutants. Dad told me some of his stories, from when he was a pilot in the Air Force, not long before he met Mum. He told me how this one time, a mutant had a hold his tail wing, and was swinging his plane around in circles before letting him go. How dad managed, to keep his plane in control is a mystery. “I'm proud of you, Vince,” He said. “Seriously, I was wrong about you, you do have some balls after all.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I said, as I laughed.

“I'm not finished yet,” he continued. “When you told me, you made Susan that promise, I thought to myself, what's this gutless wonder going to do? However, I see now, you’re not cowardly at all. You’re one of the most courageous men I know, because you fight for family, not for own selfish ambitions, and I admire that. That’s why I'm going to pay for yours and Lucy’s bail.”

I smiled, thinking to myself. We are in a police station, there’s no way out of here. Unless, Dad is planning to bribe them to let us go, which the police these days will take if he offers enough that is. Corruption is at an all-time high, in the police force; it had died out for a while, between the sixty's, and the ninety's. Nevertheless, since then, it has come back. It's now normal, for someone of such authority, to fall into such a dark world. The law enforcement agency, are just as criminal as the criminals, themselves.

“Dad,” I spoke quietly. “When I was being interviewed, the commissioner's eyes changed colour, do you think he could be a mutant in disguise?”

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