At least they weren't moving. Badd kept his gun up in case the kids decided to do something stupid and keep running. "I don't generally ask their names. They'll get the prison locked down eventually, go back inside and I'm sure you'll find her tomorrow." If she wasn't stupid enough to get herself shot at.

Society was rotting when little girls like that did things to warrant a prison sentence, rotting from the inside out. It made Badd mad enough to spit molten lead. If he could just get this pair to behave and not make their sentence any longer than necessary, maybe he could at least get something useful done tonight. He really didn't want to shoot them. Whatever they'd done so far, he couldn't imagine they deserved it.

Sometimes this job really, really sucked.