"Irving," I say, "Turn off the light."
"So we ain't questinin im more?" Irving asks.
"We are, but nicely this time."
Irving flips off the flood light. I untie @Badcop_Blackshine and hand him his sunglasses. Officer Badcop puts them on and holds his head in his hands, groaning from a terrible headache. I pull up a stool of my own and sit down across from him. Memories race through my mind, memories of my past.
"Why're you sittin, Missy?" asks Georgia.
"He told me a few things he knows, I'll tell him something I know now."
"Do this men e gets a doughnut?" asks Spring, holding the box.
"No, he's not doughnut worthy yet."
I look back at Officer Badcop, he's still there, holding his head. I can't decipher what he's thinking, due to the sun glasses hiding his eyes.
"I also come from over the boarders." I tell him. "I come from a town called Ember City. There aren't any automatons there, instead, there were flesh and blood Police officers walking around. There wasn't a curfew either, at least, that's what I heard."
I pause, Officer Badcop isn't moaning anymore, but he's still holding his head.
"This is a really crazy idea, but hearing your story, I wonder, are you from Ember City too?"
Officer Badcop doesn't reply. I stand up and begin pacing around. "I suspected you of being an auto officer at first, but since I have evidence against that theory, I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt." I look back at Officer Badcop, he still hasn't moved. I sit back down on my stool with a disappointed grunt.
"I guess it's stupid to think you're from Ember City, after all, I've never been inside the actually place. My parents died when I was born, which means . . . by the time I was four years old, I was assigned a letter of the alphabet and forced to work in the Fire Tech Factory." I close my eyes, the horrible memories flowing faster then water. "I lived in conditions that violated every health and safety regulation under the sun! All day from sunrise to sunset we assembled fire technology. Every orphan in Ember City slaves away in that factory until they're old enough to earn citizenship." I sigh, "I never earned citizenship though, that's one reason why I'm here now." I glance back at Officer Badcop, he's looking in my direction now, but his sunglasses hide his thoughts. "I was called to the Resistance by the Scarlet Man in a dream after being lashed nearly to death by the mechanical Taskmasters." I roll up my sleeves to my elbows and show him the scars on my arms. His face remains the same.
Either he's asleep behind those sunglasses, or . . .
With a quick motion, I whip off his sunglasses to make sure he's listening. Officer Badcop raises an eyebrow and holds out his hand for his sunglasses. I toss him his sunglasses and cross my arms.
At least he's awake.
"Well, are you from Ember City?" I ask, waiting for a reply.