The van screeches to a halt. The doors are pulled open, and my handcuffs unclipped from the van. The same SWAT guy grabs me by my arm and pulls me out of the van. He shoves me to the ground, and I stand up. "Keep it moving, princess." He says. His voice is deep, and somewhat gravely. He pushes me from behind. "Okay, okay, I'm moving, big guy. Chill." I shoot back, and he narrows his eyes and sneers. He raises his hand to hit me, but a hand grabs it. "Not right now, Burt. He needs to nice and pretty for his profile." The man who was in the police jacket says. He grabs my arm and pulls me along. He brings me into the station, and pushes me ahead of him as he stops at the desk. "Taken one into custody, Clara. H20 Delirious. Mark him." A small girl in a police uniform come around from behind the counter and puts a tag on my wrist with a number and a barcode on it. She then steers me towards a door in the back of the room, and opens the door. "Stand in front of the wall, and on the line." She says. I smile, and look at her. "Whatever you want, Clara." I say with a smooth tone. She smiles and rolls her eyes. She looks at me. "You need to remove your mask, sir." I shake my head. "The mask stays on. Deal with it." I say. She shrugs, and hands me a plaque with my name on it, and a number. "Hold the plaque up and face the front." She says. I turn towards her, and she hits a button, and a camera flashes. "Now face to the left." I turn to my left, and the camera flashes again. She steps out from behind the camera, and she brings me back into the other room. "His stats and his profile are done, sir." Clara says to the man in the police jacket. He turns, and says to her, "Thank you, Clara. You may go." Clara hands me over to one of the other men, and she sits back down behind the desk. The man in the jacket turns to me. "You're probably wondering who I am." I shake my head. "Not really, no. Honestly, I don't care." He narrows his eyes at me. "My name is Special Agent Carl Anderson. I've been looking for you, tracking you, all this time, trying to find you to prosecute you for your crimes. Finally I caught you. Thank god a monster like you is off the streets." I spit on his shoes. "Listen, Anderson. I'm not a fucking monster, like you say. I'm not a rabid, foaming at the mouth creature. I'm a psychopath. Get your facts straight." I smile. Anderson frowns at me, then he forces a smile. "You think you're funny." I pause for a second, then I smile and look up at him. "I think I'm adorable." He grits his teeth and grabs my arm. "Come on. Let's go, you little shit. Let's see how you fare in prison." I snicker. Anderson whips around. "Something funny, sport?" I shake my head. "I don't think the slammer will have much of an effect on me. I've had friends who went to the county jail, and they said that living there was better than living like we do. They said it was so lenient. So I'm not at all worried." Anderson rolls his eyes. "Well, yes, we do take the much smaller criminals to the county jail. But......criminals like you, we take to the prison specially outfitted and run for psychotic and criminally insane criminals like yourself. Grimsborough Prison for the Criminally Insane. You're going there. And trust me, it's not anything like the county jail." He says with a smirk. I gulp. Shit. Okay, I'm headed to the real deal. The Alcatraz of jails. But, at least I won't be in some bottom feeding county jail. At least I'm going to be locked up in a place that's worth my while. I am a criminally insane psychopath. Watch out, Grimsborough. H20 Delirious is your new resident murderer.