When the Federalis finally caught up with her they locked her in a cell until the caffeine levels in her blood decreased to a reasonable level.
It had been a rigorous chase, she ran until the insoles of her shoes were in shreds. And now that she was locked up her new camera and orthotic fund would be used to make bail.
She considered breaking the old liqour bottle window in the cell wall. Twenty years ago she might have fit through that hole, but now?... she didn't have time to go to jail. She had a week alone in Mexico to kick up her heals, even if they were raw from running.
She dreamed of luxury hotels and swimming pools as she ate her dry taco shell. She tried to have positive thoughts like; "It's kind of exciting to be in jail for the first time because
I could learn some new dialogue.
I could learn some new dialogue.
While Monte Zume took his Revenge, she suddenly had an epiphany. This could well be a momentous career changing event in her life. After all, in some countries people go to prison BEFORE they become the president.
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