James

I pull up a block away from the police department. Yelena passes my radio back to me. What did she need it for?

"You go in and work your magic. I'll be here if anything goes sideways." She says, cocking a pistol.

"Thanks, but I don't think we'll need that," I say, opening the car door. "You'll learn soon." She sighs as I close it and make my way to the police department.

At the front door, Officer Columbus stands, ready to greet me. "Good afternoon, Lieutenant." He says emotionlessly as I walk inside.

"Who am I seeing for questioning?" I ask as he follows me inside. "Me." Oh shit. "Why? Is there a problem, Lieutenant?"

Hell yeah, there's a problem! "No, sir." He leads me to an interrogation room, the same one I interrogated Yelena in.

"Have a seat, please." He says, pulling out some handcuffs. "Really? The handcuffs?" I groan as he locks my hands to the table.

"Hey, blame the system, not me. Any weapons?" He asks, sitting down across from me. "No sir," I respond.

"Good. Now, you're here because you were assigned the Borisyuk case. And the same day she escapes, you disappear. Later, we see you in a random warehouse with blood on your car. Care to explain?"

"Yes, I was assigned the Borisyuk case, and the day that she escaped, I went after her. I chased her to that warehouse. As for the blood on my car, the chase got a little... messy."

"What car was she driving, and how did she escape you?" He asks, unamused.

"She was driving... a police car, and she had some help." He raises an eyebrow. "Are you implying that one of the officers is a double agent?"

I shrug playfully, getting on his nerves.

"Since you wanna play games, records show that Ms. Borisyuk was shot in the side. How would she be in the position to be physically chased by you and still escape? Surely you think higher of yourself?"

"As I said, she had help," I say simply. This interrogation is easier than I thought.

"Funny you bring that up. All of our officers were accounted for last night before we went out to look for you. What kind of help did she have again?"

The smile quickly fades from my face. Oh, shit. As if on cue, the alarm goes off, shining a red light on us. What the hell, Yelena!?

Officer Columbus glares at me before rushing out of the room and locking the door. She can't be seen here the day I come back!

Shit. The door is metal and sealed shut. What kind of criminals do they keep in here? Criminals like Yelena.

If I knew they'd put me in handcuffs, I would've brought a Bobby pin or something. I look over to the three-way mirror and squint at the glass. It's thin.

Thin enough for me to ram through it. Perfect.

I stand up as much as I can with my hands cuffed to the table and pick up one end. Hmm, it's lighter than I thought.

I hope there's no one on the other side, I think before picking up the rest of the table and running toward the mirror as hard as I can. Oof-

I break through the glass, but the table pushes back into my stomach. I lose my balance and fall onto the floor, coughing up blood.

I didn't think the pushback would be that bad. I guess every action does have an equal and opposite reaction.

I crawl back up to my feet and run into the next room, holding my side. Another locked door from the outside.

Luckily, this door is wooden and thinner. I kick the door down and run down the hallway, dodging officers, detectives, and suspects alike. I don't see any sign of Yelena; is she in here?

I run outside and a block away to see my car parked in the same place, and Yelena in the passenger seat. I open the car and hop in before turning to face her.

"What the hell did you do!?" I yell, looking back at the building. "Relax, I didn't kill anyone. You needed to escape, so I made a distraction."

"What?" I have so many damn questions.

"I changed your radio channel, and jammed the button in so your microphone was on the whole time." She explains, holding up a radio of her own.

"When you got into trouble, I climbed on top of the car and simply shot a window. It's like kicking an anthill."

Suddenly, a squad of officers run out of the building. "Get down!" I whisper-yell, turning my car on.

As asked, Yelena bends over in her seat. I zoom out of the parking lot, away from the station.

"Alright, we're clear." Wait. What the hell is that noise? Three police cars with their sirens blaring zoom around the corner.

Oh, shit. This situation just got a whole lot messier.