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Ramsey fucked up. He fucked up! He got himself into a mess he really wasn’t prepared for. He should of declined Percy’s offer of fresh air. The prison cell wasn’t that bad anyways. But noooo, he was antsy. He didn’t think about the risks of the mission she requested his help on.
Perhaps he should back up.
“Ramsey Murdoch?” Percy requested, lightly tapping on the cell bars. Ramsey jolted from his hunched position from drowning, creating a jagged line across the page.
“Fucking hell, King, since when did you master the arts of a ninja?”
“My apologies, I didn’t realize I came in so quietly.” Percy shifted the case files in her arms. Ramsey rolled his eye, dropping his sketch book and sauntering towards the cell bars.
“No worries, what’s the case this time? What phoney baloney shitty art replica am I appraising today?” He smirked, leaning against the bars. This wasn’t his first rodeo after landing himself in his luxurious prison cell. Percy seemed to find herself outside Ramsey’s cell every month or so for his insight. It was routine by this point, same mistakes, similar sloppy copies every time. Repetitive but easy.
“Actually, this case involves you leaving your cell.” Percy swirls a set of keys around her finger. “I... er. We need you at the scene itself.”
“Well, that’ll be a piece of cake! In and out in like, what? An hour? And a good way to stretch my legs.” On cue, Ramsey stretched, cracking his back.
“A few days, actually. Closer to a week or maybe two, if needed. It’s an undercover case.” Ramsey blinked at her, surprised.
“You sure about this, lady? I’m still a criminal.”
“You’ve proven good behavior, plus you’ll be by my side the whole time.” She meets Ramsey’s eyes. “Is it a deal?”
“What do I get out of it?”
“Depends on how helpful you are.” Percy shrugs. “I’d have to negotiate”. Ramsey pondered the offer. Fresh air for a week, probably staying somewhere more comfortable, new faces to talk to that happen more then once a month. Not to mention a possible chance to escape, if he felt up to it. The cell wasn’t that bad, but an opportunity was an opportunity. He sighed and smirked.
“Alright, it’s a deal.” Ramsey held out his hand, only to get ignored as Percy unlocked the cell. “A little rude but ok” he murmured, dropping his hand.
“Hm?”
“Nothing”
The duo exited the prison, Ramsey look down at his wrists.
“Aren’t you going to erased cuff me?”
“Are you going to run on me, Murdoch? I don’t think that wouldn’t be terribly wise of you.” Percy retorted, gesturing to her car for him to get in. Once Percy enters the car, she hands Ramsey the case files.
Real wealthy folks. The real richy rich rich type, money dripping from every pore sort of type. Aren’t particularly nice according to maids and butlers reports, however often throw extravagant parties. Rumors have it they are hoping to reveal something awfully big, and rumored to be stolen, at their latest ball. They’re big romantics, purposely staging this one right near Valentine’s Day. Only couples allowed.
“And we’ve managed to acquire an invite, to see for ourselves exactly what’s going on.”
“Percy, it says couples only.”
“Did I not mention we will be going pretending to be a couple?”