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She didn't respond Immediately when he finished. Instead she paused, seeming to analyze the story in her head. Every silent second passed made Vic more nervous. Perhaps she didn't buy it, Perhaps he wasn't as good a liar as he thought. He stood silently as he watched her contemplate his story, and held back a sigh of relief when she spoke.
“Well Mr Ortiz, you seem to have pissed off the wrong person today havn’t you?” She said, speaking clearly, as if she were speaking to someone of a different country, or in his case, a different world. He nodded slowly, though he could tell she knew something was up. “Look, you seem pretty harmless, but you should think again before lying to me.” She shook her head. “Everyone around the city knows of me, the only people who don’t know me as a man and others by a name, but they live far off, you make it sound like your local and that’s just not true now is it.”

Vic's eyes widened, but he quickly regained his composure. He scratched his head.
Geez, this lady is either psychic, or just a master psychologist or somethin' He though to himself.

“Right, you seem ok and whoever put you in here shouldn’t have.” She let her hair fall across her face, twining around the top of her armor “Look I’m going to let you out, you need to find someone to explain what went on, but you are not to tell them that story… I don’t know where you come and I don’t care, just don’t lie.” She said, she then pulled out the key and let the door slide open. “You wont get out of her unless someone lets you and I’m to busy to let you out.” She waved over her shoulder in a vague way “Others are going to give you crap for being here, so if I was you I’d ask for Peter, they all know who I mean, even if there are at least 5 Peters here. Or failing that as he may be with me in a second, ask to speak to the Capitan, he will hate you and me for it, but say Kali sent you and he will if he has time do something other than send you back to the cells.” Then without turning back, she went up the stairs and disappeared from sight. Vic had a weird feeling he would be seeing alot more of her.

He walked up the stairs where she went up and was immediately encountered by the guard. Before the guard could say something Vic blurted out "I need to see the Captain." The man looked at him as if he were joking.

"An' I need to see the King, But you don't see that happening, now how did you get ou-"

"Kali sent me" Said Vic, cutting off the man. The man's skin seemed to lose a bit of color. He grunted at Vic angrily but got off his seat and around a corner. After a few minutes he came back with the Captain. Vic Nearly Jumped out of his skin when he saw the man. He stood at nearly seven feet tall, but was far from lanky. This guy was a monster His body was ripped with muscle, and Vic had to fight the impulse to free-run his ass back to his cell and lock him self in. The Captain also had an unnerving eye color, they were a fiery orange. His ears were elongated and point a few inches behind his head, so he definitely was not human, or at least not full human.

The Captain locked eyes with Vic before he got to him and did not take them off the entire time he walked to him. Vic did not show fear, which if he had not been taught the way he had been at the dojo, would have been nigh impossible, but he managed. He made sure not to look cocky. He simply held the gaze. The Captain finally reached him and stared at him. Vic half expected the man to just hit him then and there. Instead he spoke. The authority in his voice was evident.

"You say Kali let you out?" He said His eyes narrowing untrustingly. Vic nodded. The Captain cuffed him swiftly in the ear. Not hard enough to make him bleed, but enough to make his ears ring and disorient him. "When I ask you a question, I expect to be answered with words. You aren't dumb, but if you disrespect me again, I will make you so." He said. Vic blinked a few times and cautiously shook his head, trying to refocus himself.

"Yes, Sir." He said, loud and clear, to avoid any further abuse. The Captain continued the glare. but finally he grunted.

"Get out of my sight, and the next time I see you here, I won't be so merciful." He said. Vic nodded, then quickly added, "Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir." The Captain looked at the man, and the man nodded in understanding, Then he looked at Vic.

"Follow me" He said. He lead Vic to a door in the next room over, and opened it. It was the Exit, and Vic could see the now darkened streets. He stepped out and then turned around realizing something.
"Wait, where do i go, I don't have a place to sleep."
The man shrugged. "Not our problem." And he shut the door in Vic's face. Vic turned around, suddenly feeling hopeless. He had no money, no place to stay, and n belongings. Suddenly the holding cell seemed very hospitable. He turned around and looked left and right. The streets were nearly empty, besides a few stragglers and drunks wandering the streets. Vic decided to see if he could find a comfortable alley or something to rest in.

He walked down the left road. A few people staring at him and his weird attire. He walked by a small group of people about 3 people talking. He heard one man speaking and the others seemed to be listening intently.

"-nd he just grabbed me and pulled me aside. He claimed to be from the future, and asked if anyone could help him back-"

"What? Perhaps he was one of the loons from the insanity ward" Piped in his friend, a short hairy man on his left.

Vic walked by and they said nothing to him. But it made him think. Perhaps he wasn't the only one. Other people from earth here with him? If so, why? And how?
But before he could figure out that mess, he had to deal with the mess of what was happening then. Finding a place to sleep. He needed money, but there wasn't many places to do so. There were a few, very few straggling merchants, who tried to get a bit of money from the final customers. People selling oranges and trinkets, but not many. He doubt they would hire him for the next hour or so.

Another thought came to him... What if he reappeared in another time or planet the next time he woke up... or what if he woke up in earth. He though about it as he wandered the streets. Would the risk outweigh the benefits, or vice versa? What if he woke up in a place where he could not survive, or woke up in a land full of dinosaurs, or aliens... His ADHD began to act up and his imagination started to throw about visions of futuristic robot alien dinosaurs. He realized how ridiculous it was and dropped the thought.

He looked to the side and saw a small bundle of hay in an alley way. He walked over too it and sniffed deeply. It didn't seem to be dirty, so he pushed down on it. It was firm. He sat down and decided that this may as well be his makeshift bed, just for the night. He laid on his chest, with his arms under him, to cover the vambraces, it was uncomfortable, but the hay conformed to the shape. He slowly began to drift off, and eventually his vision became black...