[sub]"Shit, you sure? I thought you said...No but...Yes boss. Yeah I understand.[/sub] Okay folks, you're free to go. All a big misunderstanding."
He lets us out of our cell.
Knife continues sitting in the container full of Nazi-bots. His thoughts are interupted as his phone rings, and he retrieves it from his jacket and answers.
"Y'ello?"
"Knife, where are you?" I ask.
"Not sure, why, what's gone wrong?"
"Well, everyone's been arrested."
"Lovely."
Knife's phone rings again a he stands and stretches his legs. "One mo' Trilby's on the other line." Knife says to me as he switches calls.
"Y'ello?"
The man walks out. "Uh...look you guys. The undercover ones skipped town for some reason. Somehow, you managed to kill the real Trio. I don't know how but...we'd like to reward you somehow."
"We got arrested for killing a bunch of cops. Specifically, the Trío. Anyway, we've been released, so that's cool. Additionally, Sigma got us a ship and we need a pilot. You know any pilots?"
I listen to the cop.
"Okay, apparently we killed the real Trío, and the undercover cops fucked off. So, go us." I tell Knife.
"Alter the files of us and all our associates. Label us as deceased. Unless any of these guys has a problem with that. Say we burned to death in the Mall."
"I'll fly the ship, just thell me where I need to go." Knife says, opening up the back of the container, jumping off the back on the truck it's currently located on and walking toward the police station.
"Ok, I'll meet you there." Knife flags down a cab and is soon headed towards the docks. On the way, he relays the infomation to me and I also catch a cab to to docks.
"Sigma bought it before we were arrested. Also, we never had the Corvette. Neither did Xot, on account of his non-existence. Our lack of ownership of the Corvette is what basically got us in this mess. It's privately owned." I remind Zombie.
"Meaning the police can't technically give it to us, by the way."
"...Trilby, we were arrested on account of being seen as unfit to pilot it, with additional charges added. But fuck it." I phone the frigate dealers.
"I'm sorry, but we shall have to return the small frigate that my friends brought. I apologize for any convenience."
I then phone Knife.
"Meet us at the Corvette."
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