xp_logs | Bedlam: Jailbird

Severely backdated: How Amanda got sprung from jail without any charges following the events of Bedlam

Remy stood in the front of the police station, silently fuming. He'd only just returned in the city, with a new situation which he still needed to speak with Pete about. The call which had been routed through, saying not only that Amanda was no longer bound into the city, and had been arrested for vandalism of all things. There was the part of him that simply wanted to take her out of there, but violence wouldn't help right now. Besides, restraining Angelo from doing the same was equally a priority. He and Wisdom could keep their self-control for now. The important thing was getting Amanda out.

As they walked through the door, Remy pointed towards the doors at the end of the hall. "The social worker that called us is waiting down dere. You look de respectable one. Talk to her while we talk to de cops." He said, and received a mute nod from the grey skinned mutant. That taken care of, Remy turned back to Wisdom and walked forward.

"You not on de record as an arch criminal here and forget to tell Remy, are you?"

"Shouldn't be. Hero of the fucking empire, that's me." Pete shrugged. "There's plenty of people who don't like me, but I don't think there're any outstanding warrants at the moment." Pete pushed the doors open, and glanced round the room.

"We'll know in a minute." Remy shoved his hands in his pockets. This was Pete's territory right now. Remy was good at turning police or evading them. Negotiated with them wasn't high on his list of necessary skills.

"Morning, lads. Who do I talk to about Amanda Sefton? You know - small, blonde, more than a bit confused?"

"That's me." Acland stood up and waved them over. "And you are?"

"Call me Pete." Pete briefly shook hands with the office. "We're friends of the family. We were sort of hoping we could arrange to get her out of here without too much bother."

Acland's eyes narrowed a little as he gestured for them to take a seat. "Well, there's a small matter of vandalism and assault on an officer. And the fact that she obviously needs psychiatric care, and you two don't exactly look the type."

"Amanda's staff at the Snow Valley Center in New York, officer. She's been working with a psychologist there dealing with her past. I don't know if it's in the records, but she was abused in the foster care system as a child, spent some time on the streets." Remy's Cajun accent completely gone. He sounded professional and calm, almost the BBC idea of an American. "She disappeared during that strange afternoon a couple of weeks ago while on a research trip here in London. I can assure you that she's normally as sane as you and I."

Acland shook his head slightly, but it wasn't really an indication whether or not he believed them. "Over two hundred pounds damage to an art store near the market. That doesn't sound as sane as I am."

Pete shrugged, just a little. "He did say normally. Look, we're happy to cover all the damage to the store, and if you need to get her medical records faxed to someone, I'm sure we can sort that out, but seriously, what do you think is going to be better for her? Getting back to her life, working with the medical professionals she's already used to, somewhere she's got a support network or getting booked into the system here, and waiting weeks for anything like a permanent care place, never mind someone who actually gives a shit about her personally?"

Acland chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment, considering. "She's got a record, but it's all teenaged stuff. Her old social worker has put in a good word for her, and frankly, her having a degree and a job isn't your normal drift from teenaged crime to adult crime." He sighed. "Look mate, I'll tell you what. I get the assault charge dropped, since she was obviously out of her head at the time. If you can convince the owner of the shop to drop the charges, you can take her out of her right now."

Pete grinned. "Give us five minutes to chat to the guy. Is he around here anywhere?"

"He's at his shop." The policeman made a note on a piece of paper and passed it over. "Just tell him to call the desk officer if you can settle on something."