Leaning her forehead against the bars, Shavian’s eyes were closed, her breathing steady; she looked calm while conscious for the first time in hours. “I don’t understand it. I’m the victim. Why do I have to be held in this cell? I’m not a criminal.”
“We know,” Junie said, sitting on the bench behind her. She looked agitated for the first time all day. She was bouncing her left leg rapidly, her clear eyes focused on something beyond the cell. The withdrawals were starting to come on quickly. “It’s all you’ve been shouting for hours. Now shut up, sit down and be a good little girl and maybe they will let me have some of their crappy cop coffee, you whiny little teenager!”
Shavian whipped around to yell back at Junie, the only other person in the cell with her. She quickly thought better of provoking the cornered demon when she was trapped is such tight space with nowhere to run for her life and coffee to offer in appeasement. Defeated, Shavian walked to the other end of the cage and sat down, then turned and laid on her back across the worn and paint-chipped bench.
“I didn’t think there was a mean bone in your body.” Thinking back, Shavian was sure that Junie didn’t even fight with the cops when they were pulled from the van.
With the engine blown, the four of them were dragged from the van, tossed to the pavement and handcuffed face down in the middle of the Portland street. The SWAT team shattered out the windows, dragging Junie out because the doors were no longer working after being rammed by the cop cars. Shavian, at last relieved that her kidnapping was over, smiled and moved forward and tried to climb out of the front door driver’s side door now that the big ass of an oaf, Roger, was removed. “God is wonderful, God is great.” She was watching the hot fluids of the engine run down the windshield to the pavement. She put a foot down on the street and thanked the cops for finding her so quickly, even if they did endanger her with that pit trap maneuver.
She held up a hand to wave to the SWAT member coming up to her. “Oh thank-”
WHAM
Next thing she knew she was face first into the side of the van and her hands were jerked painfully back as she was cuffed.
“Stop resisting or we’ll tase you!”
“Stop hurting me and I’ll stop resisting!”
“Stop resisting!” he shouted louder.
“Stop hurting me, you moron!” Shavian yelled back.
This got her spun around and shoved to the ground with the others, her shoulder hitting first, causing her to yell out in pain. Then men started to frisk her and she jumped as they grabbed places she didn’t let anyone grab. “What do you think I’m hiding in tight skinny jeans, you military drop out?”
This got her head pressed down as his knee was jammed into her back to make sure she didn’t move anymore.
Elliott, seeing this, tried to move forward, which got him tased.
“Stay still!” a cop yelled.
Twitching like a carp out of water, Elliott growled, “You shocked me, I can’t stop moving!”
Another shock. “Don’t move or we’ll tase you!”
“I’m moving cause I’m tased!” he groaned.
Shavian thought about putting up more of a protest; she at least got the satisfaction of watching Elliott suffer.
They finished frisking them and then they were put in separate cars and driven to the station. As they were leaving she saw they had opened the false bottom of the van and were pulling out the weapons, and when they got to the station they hadn’t booked them on the weapons charges yet because they are still trying to figure out many counts there were.
At the station Elliott and Roger were booked and taken to a cell where other men waited for processing. Junie and Shavian were the only women currently in custody.
Laying on the bench now, thinking back about quickly they moved from being at work in Puyallup to in jail in Portland, Shavian said, “I don’t think I like Portland cops very much.”