Alrighty, How are we all?
Now, to those of you who followed this story. Thanks for your support. Unfortunately, this is a soft ending for part 1 of The Newest Generation. At 50k words all up, I'm happy to leave it there for the time being. This is to make room in my schedule to get back into the sequel to 'The Beast' my award winning story I released in February. Please by all means go check it out.
Rest assured, this story has not been shelved, it will be continued later down the track. But I've got about a dozen works in progress and about another six I haven't started yet. So I'm trying to clean up the loose ends and get myself sorted. At least as far as I can, because honestly, the romance I just posted, was something I came up with two months ago on a whim... I may have an issue hahaha
Either way, I hope you enjoy.
Take Care
Average Joe
... Chapter Twelve... 36700 words
"What do you mean I can't go in?" Samantha demanded.
The officer in charge of the watch-house just frowned. "Look, I already told you. She's still in interrogation. I can't just let you in."
Samantha checked her phone, before frowning. "It's eleven at night. Don't give me that shit. This is a medical emergency."
"What kind?" the officer frowned.
"The organisation, kind!" Samantha snapped.
The officer just shrugged. "If she were part of the organisation, you'd have intercepted. Seeing as she's not a futa, she's ours."
"I beg to differ," a firm matronly voice called out from behind. Samantha turned to face the new arrival with a shocked expression. "Constable Arthur, my name is Henrietta Alexia Montrow. I am Jane Harvey's lawyer and require time with my client."
The man, Constable Arthur, finally seemed to deflate a little. "Got ID?" He asked, sounding a little unsure.
Henny, as Samantha knew her better, pulled out a card and offered it to the officer. "I would be happy to wait while you confirm my details. But I would respectfully ask that you cease Miss Harvey's interrogation. I'd hate for my client's rights to be deprived while I was stuck waiting in the next room."
The man nodded softly and left the two of them alone. "Henny-"
"Not here," she said softly, flashing her sister-in-law a quick smile. "What actually happened anyway?" Samantha just groaned slightly and explained Mary's sudden appearance, then the slap, followed by Jane's single punch. "Oh, clear cut case of self-defence I'll have Jane out of here tonight," she smiled.
"Don't be so sure," Constable Arthur said, appearing in view again. "Due to her registration as a weapon, we're charging her at a federal level. This isn't as clear cut as you think," he said firmly. "But, I've also been asked to escort you to see your client."
"Thank you," Henny said, smiling widely.
The man just thinned his lips and hit the buzzer for the interior door. And with a quick smile, Henny left Samantha behind. She was led straight through a small administration area and into the back of the facility. Here, she was directed into the first door of a long walkway surrounded by doors. Constable Arthur knocked firmly and opened it.
"The lawyer," he said without emotion.
Henny didn't wait to be introduced, entering right behind him. This only provided an awkward moment, as Constable Arthur had to walk further into the room in order to make room so she could pass.
"W-w-who are y-you?" Jane asked as her teeth chattered.
"Miss Harvey, I, at this time, am your legal representative. Please, call me Henny. First order of business, have you been offered a blanket? You look cold."
"No," Jane frowned.
"We... Ah, we don't have any that are clean," the detective said as he ushered Constable Arthur out of the room.
Henny just smiled, "ah, in that case, may I ask what temperature the room has been set too?"
"Let me just turn it up a little-"
"What temperature, Detective?" Henny pushed.
The man seemed to slump slightly, "thirteen degrees (55 degrees Fahrenheit, Average Joe is Australian)."
Henny just looked from the detective, admiring the layers, including a bulletproof vest, before turning to Jane. She shivered constantly in a small top and short shorts, clearly, she wore as comfort clothing around the house. "Detective, may I ask why you have subjected my client, in minimal clothing, to temperatures so low?"
"I was hot under the vest," he said firmly.
"Why the vest?"
"She's dangerous," the detective shot back.
"Dangerous?" Henny laughed, "detective unless you have files you do not, you'll know her record is perfectly clean. This is her first offence."
"She's got a long history of violence!" The detective knuckled down.
Henny shook her head, "a long history of defending herself from violence. As is the case this time, yet again."
"That hasn't been decided!"
"How is that not the case? My client struck an adult woman, with a clear history of discrimination against my client and her associates, who physically assaulted one of said associates. Please, tell me how this is not covered under the same laws as self defence?"
The detective dropped his eyes and clenched his fists. "It's not that simple."