Fortunately, Bartlett was able to successfully escape the police station with Holmes, without causing too much of a hassle. Yes, the fake cops did their best to stop them, but Bartlett and Holmes were trained cops and the fake cops weren't. The fake cops may have looked like police officers, but they weren't. One of them may have even been a criminal, but Bartlett wasn't sure.
"I'm glad we got out of that fucking place," Holmes said, still feeling a little strange in her high-priced prostitute outfit (although, every minute that passed by, she grew more and more comfortable with it, as if it were all normal). "But now what?"
Bartlett was about to answer her, but before he could, they both heard what sounded like glass breaking. They both ran around the corner and saw two gothic kids vandalizing a couple of parked cars. The boy, who looked like a total freak, was smashing windshields with a baseball bat. And the girl, who looked like some sort of leather-fetish vampire, was smashing all the other windows with a golf club.
"Hey!" Bartlett yelled out. "What the fuck are you two doing?!"
The girl turned and smirked at him. "Whatever the fuck we want. Now piss off!"
