What are we again?

Steve walked into the station looking like he had swallowed a brick. He was hoping no wanted pictures of his will be there. There was a postage stamp size picture of his but the police were too busy to pay attention. I covertly pulled it. One of them greeted my brother with a smile. The conversation went on for hours. We covered our faces when we came out so the authorities that were hunting him won't be able to find him. He was part of a prison break and there was a manhunt. If he gets caught he would either be eating lead or be handcuffed and dragged to solitary confinement. But not before he is thoroughly interrogated and tortured.