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goddamn thing.” I said with a confident smile stuck on my face.
    “You're not walking out of here Dodson.” Jones' said, his smile fading away. He turned and walked to a garbage can that sat near the wall. He held the bag over the can and dropped it in. “I hope you enjoy the taste of your own fucking spit, because that's all you'll be eating until I say so.”  he walked off.
    Good. I ticked him off. With that in my satisfaction tank, my wait on Linda to pop up would be that much easier.
         Night had fell and the cell hall lights flickered on. Walking in front of the cell was Officer Jones and Linda.
    “Cold outside?” I asked.
    “Not with this on.” Linda smiled. “And it's about to get hot.”
    “How was the remainder of the protest?”
    “Things simmered down once they took you away, but you made the news.”
    “Now we're getting somewhere.” I said with a massive smile.
         “You're wasting your time and effort.” Jones said. “Your protest did nothing. The system is here to stay.”
    “Not if something drastic happens.”
    “News flash Claire! You're locked up!” Jones shouted. “You can't do anything!”
    “I can't.” I started. “But she can.”
    In the corner of my eye, I could see Linda swing a knife towards Jones' throat. As Linda placed a hold around Jones, he slowly reached for his gun.
    “Grab it, and it stab you in the fucking throat.” Linda said lowly.
    Linda slowly pulled the gun from Jones' holster and then pointed at him. “Unlock the cell.” she ordered.
    “You people have lost your minds.” Jones said, frozen.
    Linda fired the gun and a round went through Jones' arm.
    “Fuck!” Jones screamed in agony.
    “I didn't ask for any other word!” Linda screamed. “The only thing I want to hear is that cell opening!”
    “Alright! Alright!” Jones yelled place his hand on the cell glass. The glass slid open, and with a wide smile, I made my way out.
    “Get out of here.” Linda said, keeping the gun pointed at Jones.
    “They're going to make you a wanted woman.” I said.
    “We're all going to be wanted, but we'll deal with it. Get out of here.” Linda said.
    “No. I'm staying here.” I decided. “What's next?”
    “Get us some toys.” Linda said before she looked back at Jones. “Walk.” She demanded. With his hands up, Officer Jones made his way from the jail cells and into the main offices. As we walked in, the room went into an organized panic, and every officer, whether at a desk or walking around, went for their guns.
         “Pull your guns and I blow this officer's brains out!” Linda shouted. I stood behind her as she kept real close to Jones, keeping the gun pointed at his head. The room stood still, and the officers kept a stare at Linda.
    “It's about forty officers in here, and one of you.” Jones said, keeping his hands up.
    “Do you really think I'm alone?” Linda asked.
    As she said that, our cult of about fourty members made their way into the station, filling up the offices.
    “If any of you corrupted fucks does anything, I will kill this motherfucker!” Linda shouted. I could feel the intensity in her voice. “Slowly pull your guns from your holsters and drop on the floor!” Linda demanded. The officers in the room did just that, their guns slamming onto the floor. The cult members quickly moved in and grabbed pistols. I made my way to a vacant pistol and pointed mine at a nearby officer.
    “Bag the rest of the guns and move out.” Linda said, and the cult followed, throwing the remaining guns in a black bag.
    “Ready to move out?” Linda asked, keeping the gun on Jones.
    “Am I?” I said, excited. This was what the movement needed. This was our moment to begin a change in society. To bring back the good, before this system went darker.
    “We'll find you easily.” Jones said. “You'll be going down for an array of charges.”
    “What about him?” I asked looking at Linda.
    “You want a hostage?” she asked