In my whole life, I have never been in a police station. After about a few minutes of driving in the city's traffic, we arrived at a large building crawling with police officers. Inside was a lot of cells filled with people with thug faces, secretary police men and women, detectives and some Special Forces unit. I was led into a room with a large mirror on one side.
For almost half an hour of waiting, I grew bored of sitting by myself in the cold room. I stood up and began examining myself at the mirror. The mirror was a good gesture, I guess. To be used by fugitives to admire themselves on before they get locked up, very kind of them. I was admiring my body while flexing different body postures and dancing to a silent tune when the door to the room was barged open.
I almost toppled myself as I rushed to sit my face a bit red. This was the second time I was caught admiring myself on the mirror and it was twice as embarrassing.
The person who entered the room was a woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties. Yeah, that was my superpower as of now, figuring out someone's age. She was too young to be in a police force and beautiful, I wonder how she managed to enter the force. She had to have some connections or did she make some connections? I smirked to myself.
"Aren't you a little bit too young to be in here?" I couldn't help but voice my thoughts
The woman glared at me dangerously as she sat down. She banged the book hard on the table then proceeded to open it.
"Name?" she asked
"Shane Nostra" I replied lazily "Actually, do you have a coffee machine somewhere? You kept me waiting for long"
"Age?" she asked ignorantly
"Eighteen" I replied
I saw her scribble it down and when she was going to ask another question, I blurted out
"In two months, that makes me seventeen"
The woman slowly tilted her head from the book as she tightly clenched her fists. She clenched so much that I started fearing if she might just punch me. What was she angry about anyway, she didn't wait for me to finish my sentence. She darted one angry look at the mirror then sighed.
"Gender?"
"That's the stupidest question I have heard my whole life" I laughed but immediately stopped when I saw her angry face.
"Gender please" she said sternly
"Female" I smirked
For a whole five minutes, we were in an eye battle. I was smiling on one side while the woman was glaring on the other.
"You little piece of shit" She shouted then threw the book on my face. I missed it easily by shifting my body to the side.
"That's very inappropriate of you officer…and for a woman" I said
"I'll teach you some manners" she stood up and rolled her sleeves
"Officers" I shouted "I'm about to be assaulted by an officer who is supposed to interrogate me"
The woman didn't care as she started chasing me around the table attempting to catch me. We made many rounds until unluckily, one of the chairs caught my shirt.
I toppled over the chair and since the police woman was just right behind me, she joined the chaotic mess.
"Get off me" the police woman shouted
"You are the one who is on top of me stupid" I retorted missing a slap she aimed at my head
"Who are you calling stupid kid, you'll…"
The police woman dressed in tight pants and shirt sat on top of me while missing my head each time she attempted to smack me. During that while, I continued to shout bloody murder. This woman really had some quick temper and fast hands.
It didn't take long before my cries brought in two officers who lifted the heaving police woman off me. She had succeeded on doing one thing to me, rip my only shirt off my body. And now I was shirtless since my shirt was destroyed.
A middle aged man dressed in a black suit entered a minute later. I was handcuffed to the table.