"Robert, there's always something I've wondered about the higher ups."

"You're asking me? Damn, you must be desperate."

"..." Mitori stared scornfully at her partner.

"Fire away." Robert commented quickly.

"Just... why'd the god damn boss have to put you with me?"

"Well, when I joined, they said they wanted a good example for me, so-"

"I was being rhetorical, Robert. I'm just trying to figure out how to get outta this place."

Silences passed the two by, akin to a breeze.

"Hey, Mitori. I may have a cunning plan." Robert gave his roommate a smirk as he said this.

"If you're gonna say we should run in circles like headless chickens again, and make a brave escape doing that, I'm gonna slap you."

"What? Nonono, we both have a free phone call. We could just call a lawyer to bail us out."

It took Mitori a second to process Robert's sentence. Calling a lawyer wouldn't be so bad normally.

Of course, there was the fact that while Robert was only serving as accomplice to mass homicide, and was a first offender in the eyes of these cops, Mitori had a few years worth of known offenses under her belt, and would likely serve a few life sentences for it.

And neither of them could live normally because of it, so getting a decent lawyer would be tough.

After mulling this over in her head, she turned to Robert. "Yknow, with a minor alteration, that idea could work."

"Really? Wow, I guess all the times you bashed info into my head worked!"

At a Pay Phone Room, Mitori's dialing a specific number.

"24140..." Mitori muttered. "Cmonnnn. Work with me here..."

——————

Meanwhile, waaaaay up in Earth's orbit, what looked like a total angel was shown vibing in a Lounge Room.

Long white hair, light skin with only one small mole under the right eye, a catlike smile, black, long-sleeved crop top with yellow accents, with a black skirt and yellow belt. And you cannot forget the glowing gold halo that floated just above her head.

"Say what you will about these guys. They have some real class for these ships." She commented to herself.

As she reached for a soda on the shelves, she heard her phone ringing. Upon checking the contacts, she saw it was some unknown caller.

"Iiiiignore." She pressed the decline button, sighing. "How many robots are gonna be calling me out here?"

——————

Boop boop boop...

Mitori had a brief, but aghast and agitated expression on her face when she heard those boops.

"Dammit, Shiro!"

She aggressively dialed the numbers again.

"Pick up, you jerk!" The Assassin in Green had to use every amount of restraint not to fly into a curse-filled rage.

"New phone, who dis?"

"Took you long enough."

"Well excuse me for thinking you were a bot. The hell are you? You missed the launch!"

"Robert and I got bagged, Shiro."

"You? Little Miss Perfect Killer got arrested? I'd believe just the Red Idiot, but you? Hah!"

Mitori rolled her eyes at Shiro's mockery.

"Eh, don't worry about it. Happens to the best of us." The White Killer commented.

"Except here it doesn't. What about your partner?"

"Leeeet's not get into that. I'm guessing you wanted me to send the money for a bail?"

"Yes."

"Well, I hate to break it to you, but I don't crap gold, Mitori. Can't bail you out."

"Just call the company and have them send that attorney to handle it... For the love of god..."

"Just call them directly... Oh wait, that would force you to admit ya got caught, and you wasted this phone call on me! Hahaha-"

The Incarcerated Assassin hung up.

"Soooo, any luck?"

Robert had been next to Mitori the whole time.

"GAH!" Mitori shouted in shock, swinging her arm down. Right on the Redhead's face.

"Owww... Jeez, I was just asking."

"Well, don't sneak up on me!"

———A while later...———

At a stone-breaking yard, the red and green duo were just hitting stones with hammers. While Mitori was going at them with shocking force compared to the other convicts, Robert was hitting them lightly with a stick. Like he was working away at something extraordinarily slowly.

"Robert, the hell are you doing this time?"

"Check out what I made!" The red-haired cellmate pulled out a carved stone.

"It's a stone, Robert. You didn't make it."

"What? No, it's a gun! I chiseled it out. Official size too! Watch!"

Robert snuck behind one of the other prisoners, and jammed it to their back.

"You're getting mugged, bud!"

THUD

Robert stumbled back to Mitori's side.

"Twiddlebeedee..."

"But not official density, huh?" Mitori snarked as she broke another stone.

——————

Later that night, Mitori is lying in her bed, while being forced to hear her partner's teeth chattering.

"Dontwannadie... don't wanna get jumped. Help... I wanna go home..."

Mitori turned to look Robert in his teary eyes.

"Robert... how the hell would you be jumped? We're in a Prison Cell. Locked. And everyone else in this sh-thole is in one too."

"These people are crafty! We could get stabbed! Or shot. Or r-!"

"Robert, shut up. No one is going to do ANY of that. No one." The Killer in Green shoved her hand over the Redhead's mouth.

"How do you know!?"

"There's guards."

"J-just to be safe..."

"Oh, here we go again."

"Could I lay down there?"

He pointed at Mitori's bed.

"It's  "Lie Down", Robert."

"Sooo, it's cool?"

"No."

She turned around. "I'm plotting how to get us out."

"Why can't we use our Parasite Forms?"

"And risk exposing Impostor.CO's secret? No thanks."

Robert interrupted her train of thought when he started biting his nails.

"Do you not have a file?"

"..."

"Robert. Where is your file?"

"I wore it out. I need a metal one, seriously."

"I think I know how we can get out safely."

"Yay!"

"And, I know how to help you sleep."

"Really?"

Thud

"Oomph!"