"I don't have to answer. Especially not to you Crowns," he sneered.

"Exactly. We don't have to answer to you Defendant scums," Trivia mocked.

"I've had enough of this," Driver-Dude abruptly stood up. Then he pointed to the Pusher-Person and Unfamiliar-Person, who were also standing up. "You two, take these three away."

"Wait!" I raised my hand. "One question: If Trivia gets to keep her makeup, then can I have my fox plushie back?"

Driver-Dude's expression wavered. "What?"

"Can I have my fox plushie back?" I asked again. "It's orange, about this tall-" I gestured with my hands "-and can fit in my palm. Its name is Arrow."

"No," Driver-Dude immediately replied.

My face fell (expression, not the body part)"Why?"

This time, instead of Driver-Dude answering, it was Axis . He narrowed his eyes at me. "How do we know the fox doesn't have any hidden weapons or isn't dangerous?"

"Oh, Arrow isn't a danger to anyone. And I don't think it carries any weapons. But I'm going to have to ask, just to be sure."

I heard Trivia facepalm right next to me.

Driver-Dude, however, looked enraged. "How many times do I have to tell both of you not to interrupt me!" He was yelling at Acra and Axis, and surprisingly not me. I thought I was definitely going to get yelled at.

"Why do you want your fox toy, if you have no use for it?" asked Driver-Dude, now addressing me. "If you have no use for it, then you don't need it.

"Arrow isn't a toy. It's a plushie. There's a big difference," I told him. "Plus, I do use Arrow. I take it with me everywhere. It's my emotional support animal."

"So? Does it look like I care?" Driver-Dude asked.

I hesitated. Then, quietly, I added, "It... it's the only thing I have of my biological parents... before they died."

Driver-Dude just stared at me for a minute. Trivia and Pay look at me curiously. Not like I had three heads this time. Acra's expression also softened.

"It's not my fault your parents died," Driver-Dude just answered.

I blinked. "That... was surprisingly mean."

"I'm nice to civilians and innocent people, not Crown Scums," he sneered.

"Why does everyone keep calling us scums?" I asked him. "We aren't dirt particles floating on liquid. We're living beings on solid ground."

"He isn't calling dirt," Trivia rolled her eyes. "He's calling you a fiend. A villain. A horrible person."

"Ohhh," In that case, it all made much more sense.

"If Trivia is allowed to keep makeup, it only seems fair that Target is allowed to keep her pet fox," Pay agreed, joining in on our argument with Driver-Dude.

"What would you Crowns know anything about fairness?" Driver-Dude spat.

"Maybe you should just let her have it," Acra said. "I mean, it means something special to her. And it's not dangerous or a weapon."

"I've had enough of your interruptions!" He suddenly burst to Acra and Axis . Both of them looked pretty scared. So was I, and he wasn't even screaming at me.

Pointed to the exit, he yelled, "Just leave the room!"

The two didn't say anything. They got up from their chairs and left the room without another word. Once they left, Driver-Dude's focus turned back to us.

"The answer is no. I don't care," he repeated. Then to Pusher-Person and Unfamiliar-Person, he said, "Take these two back to the dungeons. This interrogation has gone horribly wrong and we've gotten nowhere."

Pusher-Person and Unfamiliar-Person walked over to us, and grabbed our hands from behind. None of us said anything. Not after we witnessed Driver-Dude getting all scary when he was angry and shouting.

I felt my hands being tied back behind me. I saw the same things happening to Trivia and Pay. Except none of them were wiggling or anything. Instead, they were just smiling at each other. Like those mischievous villain smiles.

Were they on a plan together? Did it have anything to do with their secret super-power club (the one I mentioned in chapter three). And how come no one tells me about these things?

Anyways, we exited the room and were pushed back into our boring prison cells.