Thread: Driven to the Edge [Blu and Driven]

Hey, Cara? Desmond asked as the doors connecting the lobby of the station to the outside world closed behind him. Yes, Officer Taylor? the young woman behind the counter responded to him. With a few more steps, he closed the gap between him and the front desk before continuing on with his question, Do you know if we still have any of those kids in holding from last night? The ones from the street racing thing. I remember one was picked up earlier, but... she trailed off, pecking at her computer to see if anything else had come up in his absence, Nope. Just the one. Apparently he wasn't actually racing or... something, so he got off. She shrugged lightly, You guys don't pay me to pay attention, so... Desmond chuckled, Alright. What about the cars? Hmm... says all of them are still in impound. She gave another light shrug. Alright Cara, print their info out for me, will you? Of course, Officer Taylor. After a few minutes of studying the 'files' of the men in question, Desmond settled one in particular. Michael B. Wachowski eh? Well, it looks like today is your lucky day, he said aloud to himself before tucking the papers under his arm and heading down to the few cells the station had. Mister Wachowski? Desmond called out, to which the man behind the bars lifted his head in response. Congratulations, kiddo. You get to come with me. With a couple of clicks of the key, the cell guard let Mike into Des' custody. He would then guide him through the station into one of the interview rooms, closing the door behind them. Have a seat, Michael. Desmond would sit across from him, crossing one leg over the other casually as he scanned the few pieces of paper he had in front of him. So what exactly happened last night, Mr. Wachowski? I don't know what you're talking about, Mike snarled. Come on, Michael. Let's make this easy. We've already caught you in the act. I know the only reason you're still in here is because daddy is trying to teach you a lesson. I want a lawyer. Well, this isn't Law Order, so thing's don't exactly work that way. But here's what we can do, He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, You can help me catch someone very very elusive. Not to mention that Desmond wasn't exactly a detective, so he'd be getting himself into trouble if he didn't do this right. Why would I do anything for you, pig? I ain't a snitch, Mike retorted. It's simple. We've got you for exhibition of speed, reckless driving, endangerment, destruction of property... I mean the list goes on-- So?! Mike cut him off. So. We have your Challenger in impound. Mike tried to keep his composure, And? I'll just get it when I get out. It doesn't work that way, Michael. We crush street racers' cars. I thought you knew that? You wouldn't fucking-- Oh yes, I would. But let's say there was a way I could save your baby. All I need you to do is give me a bit of information. Mike remained silent before reluctantly saying, About what? A steel gray Foxbody. Do you know how many Foxbody Mustangs I see at these things? Driven by a woman. Oh -that- bitch? Mike slipped. And a sinister-looking smirk crept across Desmond's face. Sounds like you two have met. Look, word is she pretty much kickstarted the scene a few years back. All I know is, she's a stuck up bitch. She prolly bought the car off someone, Mike said with anger in his voice. What's her name? I dunno. A bunch of nicknames go around. I just know her as that bitch with the Foxbody. But look man, please don't crush my car, okay? I love that thing. It runs eights at the track! Quarter mile? Eighth mile... Desmond resisted the urge to shake his head, pinching the bridge of his nose instead, When is the next meet? I don't know for sure, they don't have set dates. Look man, I'm telling you all that I know, I swear. Desmond shook his head. The mock interrogation hadn't turned up much, but at least it gave him an idea. He lead Mike back to his cell before marching back out to his cruiser. He dialed up his best friend with an eagerness to his voice, Dani.. I'm going to need your help. Possibly the biggest favor I've ever asked of you. You asked to put it in--- Desmond cut her off, Bigger than that!