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<blockquote data-quote="Agamon" data-source="post: 1090015" data-attributes="member: 184">The next hour is pretty uneventful.&nbsp; A few clouds begin to roll in, cooling the summer mountain air.&nbsp; In anxious haste, however, Jaya's foot begins to grow more heavy and the van's speed increases.&nbsp; Ineveitably, the sound of a siren can soon be heard from behind the van.&nbsp; Looking back, flashing lights can be seen.&quot;Oh, no...&quot; Jaya says.&nbsp; She looks back at the others, &quot;We do not need this...&quot;&nbsp; She pulls over and the falshing lights follow.&nbsp; A young state trooper exits his vehicle and makes his way to Jaya's window, whcih she already has open.&quot;Good evening, miss.&nbsp; Your license and registration, please?&quot; he says, tipping up his hat and peering into the van.&nbsp; He holds a laser pen and e-pad used by law enforcement for license and registration confirmation.&nbsp; His brow furls when he notices the clothes evryone else are wearing.&quot;Hello, officer,&quot; Jaya says, maybe too sweetly.&nbsp; &quot;Did we do something wrong?&quot;&quot;Something wrong?&quot; the trooper replies with a snort.&nbsp; &quot;Let's see, going 90 in a 60 mile an hour zone, for starters.&nbsp; And this damage to your vehicle,&quot; he says pointing to the front of the van that had slid into the railing, &quot;you don't appear to have it reported.&nbsp; And these&quot; he says, looking along the van, &quot;look like bullet holes.&nbsp; I won't even mention that you have passengers illeagally seated in your vehicle.&nbsp; Now, please, your license and registration, ma'am.&quot;&quot;Um, sure, let me just grab it...&quot; As Jaya turns away from the officer, her eyes begin to plead for assistance as she looks at everyone before opening the compartment between the seats.OOC: First person to reply with 'help', will catch him by surprise; tell me what you want to do, I'll tell you what happens.&nbsp; Everyone else, hold up on your response until after that.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Agamon, post: 1090015, member: 184"] The next hour is pretty uneventful. A few clouds begin to roll in, cooling the summer mountain air. In anxious haste, however, Jaya's foot begins to grow more heavy and the van's speed increases. Ineveitably, the sound of a siren can soon be heard from behind the van. Looking back, flashing lights can be seen. "Oh, no..." Jaya says. She looks back at the others, "We do not need this..." She pulls over and the falshing lights follow. A young state trooper exits his vehicle and makes his way to Jaya's window, whcih she already has open. "Good evening, miss. Your license and registration, please?" he says, tipping up his hat and peering into the van. He holds a laser pen and e-pad used by law enforcement for license and registration confirmation. His brow furls when he notices the clothes evryone else are wearing. "Hello, officer," Jaya says, maybe too sweetly. "Did we do something wrong?" "Something wrong?" the trooper replies with a snort. "Let's see, going 90 in a 60 mile an hour zone, for starters. And this damage to your vehicle," he says pointing to the front of the van that had slid into the railing, "you don't appear to have it reported. And these" he says, looking along the van, "look like bullet holes. I won't even mention that you have passengers illeagally seated in your vehicle. Now, please, your license and registration, ma'am." "Um, sure, let me just grab it..." As Jaya turns away from the officer, her eyes begin to plead for assistance as she looks at everyone before opening the compartment between the seats. [i]OOC: First person to reply with 'help', will catch him by surprise; tell me what you want to do, I'll tell you what happens. Everyone else, hold up on your response until after that.[/i] [/QUOTE]

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