From behind the sliding glass of the security office Donny can hear the deep voice of Mick the guard speaking with another male with authoritative voice.

"This is the email address you can send the surveillance footage to." The unknown male states, "if you can send it ASAP I'll be writing it all up when I take him in."

Overhearing Donny's eyes widen, they're arresting me? Oh for fuck sakes, no. His vision focuses on the main door and security panel while fingering the ID card.

"Sure, I'll get on it shortly." Mick inquires, "do you require anything further from me or the greenhouse."

"No, not at the moment," the metallic sounds of police gear carry through with the man's voice, "I'll take care of him, if wouldn't mind getting the doors for me."

"Sure," Mick's large silhouette passes by the window moving towards the inner room's exit causing panic to wash over Donny.

Leg and foot rapidly tapping nervously Donny decides, fuck it, ram the gate and run. Not wanting to be arrested over a few grams of waste resin Donny swiftly stands stretching his arm out to swipe the ID card to open the door. However the door doesn't unlock.

Bumping into the door Donny hastily swipes the ID card a few more times. From behind he can hear the door closing to the security room urging him to physically trying opening the door.

Quickly jerking on the door's handle Donny realizes its futile to try but attempts to swipe the ID card across the reader a couple more times.

Opening the door to the office hallway Mick glimpses Donny trying to get out, "Yo! The office is on lock-down protocol your card won't work."

Heart sinking all the way to the pit of the stomach Donny's arms and shoulders drop along with it, fuckin' done for. Of all the stupid ass stuff to get caught with Donald you stupid fuck.

Ready to accept the fate Donny deeply sighs and turns about, seeing Mick escorting a large State Trooper through. Between them a smaller twenty year old man with his head hung low and hands cuffed behind the back.

"Want to step aside, please, thank-you," Mick gestures to Donny to move.

"Oh sorry," Donny is semi-relieved to see the Trooper isn't there for him, "I'll move." With a wide step Donny gets out of the way and eases back into the bench seat.

Sitting at the security desk Stacy Peach presses the button to open the door for the men.

Assisting the Trooper Mick leads the pair to the police car. Studying the men in passing Donny's seen the Trooper before, the young man in cuffs is dressed in work clothes embossed with the local exterminator's logos.

A bit bewildered Donny can't relax, am I screwed or only in trouble? Damn it Donny you gotta smartin the fuck up. Glad the cruiser wasn't for me, wonder what that guy did?

Several long minutes pass when the main door opens for Mick, "Alright Don if you'll join us in the security booth we've got a piece of video for you to check out, so we can figure out what to do about it."

Dreading this moment has already envisioned being shown his pitiful attempts at slight-of-hand, "alright." Seeming brightly sunny beyond the main door Donny slowly rises as the door closes almost darkening the room.

Walking ahead Mick gets the inner doors open leading Donny to the security room.

Entering the room Mick points to a chair beside the door, "have a seat." He rounds the work-desk asking Stacy, "is Stephanie joining us?"

"Just messaged her." Stacy's typing continues paying little attention to Donny enter.

Quietly sitting Donny feels as if an annoyance in their day as they pay little attention him.

Going over surveillance footage Mick finds the desired point and pauses it turning the screen towards Donny. Curiously Donny checks what's displayed on the monitor, the company parking lot.

Donny studies the image on the screen long enough to spot the Granada when the room door opens revealing Mrs. Epper.

"The excitement around here today," Stephanie enters the room, "Stacy thanks for taking care of all that. And great job Mick thank-you so much."

"You're welcome Stephanie," Stacy keeps inputting data.

"No problem." With no other chairs in the room Mick stands offering, "here take a seat."

"Oh thank-you," smiling Stephanie slips behind the desk and into the seat, "running around all morning."

Mick dryly jests, "we've seen."

Glancing between the three, Donny focuses on Stephanie able to see she's deliberating opening statement. Desire to keep job Donny begins to apologize and admit guilt.

Stephanie speaks first, "we've had issues with employees like any other place but here there can be some different ones that arise with temptation."

Guilty Donny utters a low, sighing, "yeah."

"theft of product we're use to," she looks to see what video is on display for Donny, "when employees are doing it to each other I've wondered if it's merely the person doing it or personal." Uncomfortable with the next issue she takes a moment, "I hate to have someone fired when they actually perform well. When someone becomes a concern we like to see if we can help. When we can't and it negatively effects other employees we need to take steps to remove that individual."

"Sure," Donny squeaks in, feeling a long reprimanding lecture is about to begin.

Reaching over to the computer mouse Stephanie clicks it starting the video, "without getting into other things do you know who this person is by your car?"

"Hmmm?" Not expecting the query Donny's mentally thrown and takes a better look of the monitor, "...ah...hey yeah, yeah that's Miguel, from the greenhouse?" Then thinks about his tire coming off yesterday, while on the video Miguel drops out of view and Stephanie pauses it again.

Mick points to the monitor, "This was this morning. I was out doing the walk-around rounded the corner into the main parking lot and spotted him. It was his scheduled break time but not where he should be. And when he saw me he dropped to the ground trying to hide under the back of the car. I approached to investigate and he tries using his poor English with an excuse he just fell down but had no answer for why he was there."

Stacy chimes in, "funny how bad his English is until he's hitting on you. Getting tired of it too."

"We all are," Stephanie gets back to this concern not wanting to bring up the others, "he's a great worker but an ignorant male. Donny did you have anything of value in your car he might have been after?"

"No..." Donny considers the phone Tom gave him is in the glove-box, "...a cellphone maybe... But I was thinking this video was from yesterday you were showing me..."

"Why?" A suspicious person Mick's genuinely curious.

"My wheel come off on the ride home yesterday," Donny points to the monitor, "I just replaced the brakes on the weekend and figured I didn't tighten the bolts enough on that side. Seeing Miguel there makes me think he did it."

The statement has Stephanie glance at Stacy, "maybe we should check out yesterday's footage as well. Do you think Miguel would do something like that?"

Mick nods, "I could see trouble in his eyes the day I took his picture for the ID card." Wanting a quick resolution to the issue before them he gestures to Donny to get up, "let's have a look at your car and see if everything is as it should be."

"Okay," Donny follows Mick out to the parking lot.

On the walk Mick inquires, "much damage done to the car when the wheel came off?"

"Cosmetic mainly," Donny sighs to the annoyance, "I'm sure the wheel hub and brakes didn't like digging through the dirt road. Thankfully wasn't going very fast."

"Good thing." Reaching the car Mick points to its' rear-end, "I didn't smell any gas so I ruled out gas theft as it's been happening where thieves poke holes in the bottom of gas tanks. I didn't see anything of value in the car. Was there anything in the trunk?"

"Not really," Donny thinks of the scrape value of spare tire rim and jack, opening the passenger door to check the glove-box, "phone's still here."

"That's good," Mick kneels to inspect the car's underside starting at the front passenger side, "still got the road dirt, doesn't look too bad. Take long to get going again?"

Closing up doors Donny moves to the rear of the car to have a look, "an hour there getting the tire back on and an hour at home looking for replacement lug-nuts."

The assortment noticeable Mick nods, "ah yeah." Scanning under the car only sees signs of time, "doesn't look like he tampered with anything, today."

Nothing of concern noted Donny stands up, "looks okay to me too."

"Okay," Mick turns to return to the office, "well let's see if the ladies saw anything."

"Okay," Shadowing the man Donny wonders if the pilfered glove went unnoticed, "do you need anything else from me?"

"Perhaps a signed statement," Mick has another question, "is there any reason Miguel might have targeted you?"

"I've been thinking about that. I was warned about him yesterday that he's a little possessive over the one lady in the green-house, Evelyn."

"Yeah we're aware of that," Mick gets out the ID to open the door, "were you flirting with Evelyn in anyway?"

"No, haven't even spoken with her," Donny readies the ID card, "just found out their names yesterday morning. However at lunch all the Latin ladies did this thing where they got up and purposely let down their hair at the same time for me. They all laughed about it but Miguel was starring, no glaring right through me."

"You?" Once the door opens Mick enters, "why would they do that?"

"Oh yesterday morning I was chatting with Louisa and they'd noticed I was taking notice of the women at lunch when they all seem to let down their hair at the same time and retie it up."

"I've noticed that too," Mick leads them back into the security room, "Any reason they did it?"

Only able to guess Donny shrugs slightly, "for laughs most likely, women humor is hard to figure out. I told Louisa how sultry it looks when a woman lets down silky hair."

"I don't get their humor either," Mick also agrees, "it does look nice, like a librarian letting loose"

"I know right."

As the door to the room opens both males take immediate notice of Stephanie and Stacey's tightly pinned up hair and share a quick smile before getting in and back to the concerns of the moment.