"So will you?" Mari asked, as she pushed the clipboard with the enchanted contract and a pin through the cell bars.
Greg thought about it, for just a minute. Just a split second of Perhaps..., of how that could feel.., of how wonderful it would be. But some part of his mind still held out, and in his frustration he shoved the items back at his former wife. Perhaps just a little too hard though. Against a well trained officer, a well toned combatant like Olive or even Toni, this would be simply a weak attempt. Against Mari, who was truly expecting Greg to sign on however; was more than enough to catch her off guard and send her backwards. Her arms ended up hitting the other two officers around her as she lost her footing, sending Toni and Olive sprawling.
Mari landed hard on her new cushiony ass and started to get up, reciting from memory all the legal ramifications of assaulting an officer before she realized someone was groping her chest. Her head turned to the side and realized what had happened. Greg's shove had sent her back enough to be near another cell, one containing a legit threat. The criminal, some woman in scorched orange prison outfit grinned as she moved to pull the officer closer, pinning her to the cell. Normally this would be no problem for Mari's reprogrammed brain and body to throw off but the angle of the criminal's hold prevented her from getting the leverage needed. And she wouldn't have help either. Toni and Olive were in similar states, having been knocked closer to other cells when Mari when Sprawling.
"You'll be in so much trouble when we get loose" Toni muttered as the woman holding her licked at her neck.
"Aw what you bitches don't like it when you're on the sub side of this relationship?" The woman shot back as she started to suck away at the neck, intent on trying to leave a hickey it seemed.
Mari started to take in air as she was going to cry out before her captor put a hand over her mouth. "OI none of that now. HEY Locke! Get that bitch'es keys." the orange clad woman shouted, pointing at a jail cell. The punk looking female stripped Olive, a bit more than she probably needed to do, and held up a key.
"Got it! Now what?" she called.
"Fucking daft..., toss it to someone that's free ya git." came the reply and with that the key went flying. Soon the criminals were let out, and the police were shoved in to replace them. While better trained, it was 3 vs 8, and of those numbers about 5-6 could gang up on each officer. The criminals hooped and hollowed as the high fived, before the orange clothed criminal picked up the key and turned towards Greg's cell.
"So you want out? Wanna say just 'fuck the system'?" She asked.
Greg considered, to which Mari pleaded with him to do the right thing. The right thing was to free his family wasn't it, and he couldn't do that in lock up or on the 'force'. "Let me out." he said, in the stern way only a dad could say.
"We got a live one girls!" his rescuer shouted which earned another celebratory cry as she let the father out. The girls clapped his back and cheered him on. But the sense of victory came to an end as they heard the echoing of boots. "Ah shite the others." the lead criminal muttered.
"You're not getting away with this. Captain Rodriguez and the new recruits will be more than enough to deal with you." Olive taunted. Some of the other girls were starting to get worried before the leader give a long sigh and barked orders. Two girls ended up shoving anything they could in front of the door to the cellblock. Anything heavy that wasn't being used as a barricade was turned on a section of wall. It was crazy to think they could dig themselves out but... it actually worked. The wall here was newer and weaker than the rest of the building and soon there was a small hole they could quickly duck out. The lead criminal said she had... history with the place and knew that area was weak.
Just as Greg ducked out, the door started to crack from the repeated poundings it was taking. The last sight he saw was his ex wife crying and his two turned children breaking through the door, pistols drawn and aimed at him.