An undercover cop car. A freaking. Undercover. Cop. Car. She wasn't a fugitive! So what if she blackmailed a few people? She wasn't a murderer or anything. But of course, being a foster-child who decided to 'screw things up and bribe several powerful men' didn't really gain you much in the direction being delivered to a camp for delinquents in something more suitable then an undercover squad car.
At least they were letting her sit in the passenger seat instead of the back. Granted, there were two cops in the car and the door beside her had a child-safety lock, along with the window being locked and, to the most extreme, a pair of handcuffs were locked around one of her wrists, the other end attached to what she liked to call the 'Oh-Shit handle'.
The gravel crunched loudly underneath the tires of the squad car as it turned onto a road that undoubtedly led to the camp. A sign saying plainly 'Esther County's Camp for Delinquents' in block-like, bold black letters proved her right.
Not only did her record show her previous transgressions of bribery of even a senator, of all things, but it also stated plainly her history of fighting and her usage of deadly weapons when doing so. She had only ever been charged severely when it came to the bribery, however, which was precisely why she was at the camp. Not that it sounded menacing in any way. She would undoubtedly be looked down upon by the other so-called-delinquents as soon as they found out her misdeed that had sent her there - at least, until she proved that there was more to her past then they would see on the surface.
There was a large bump that sent her two inches off of the seat as they pulled into the parking lot and up to the front of the camp.
"It's a freaking prison camp," she said bluntly as her startling eyes peered out the window. They rolled a few more feet before stopping completely behind a car that was only just pulling away. The driving officer placed the car in park and turned it off, removed the key, and climbed out. After letting out the officer that sat in the back of the car, they both made their way around the car and opened her door. After unlocking the cuff that was snapped around the handle, they allowed her from the car and unlatched the other cuff. Flanking her on both sides, Vera was led by the officers to the gates, and they stood outside the detector as she passed through it.
She had already been stripped of any and all weapons, but the Barrett in her hair sent it beeping. A hand-held detector was whipped out and, more than used to this thorough search, she held her arms out in a 'T', spread her legs to shoulder-width a part, and rolled her eyes as they waved the detectors. As the pat-down began, she sighed, but when a hand went just a little to close to a certain personal area, she shot a glare at the guard.
"Watch it, bub. Either you pay or keep those hands where they're supposed to be," she snapped. The guard quickly yanked his hand back to the appropriate areas, and once the search was completed, the officers left and she was allowed to be on her 'merry way', as one stated. They chucked her bags through the monitors, where they were thoroughly searched before being given to her, and she slung them over shoulders before making her way over towards the check-in.
The lady was grumpled and frumpled, and more than a bit mumpled, in her own words, of course, but after exchanging a few words, the woman and the girl became at least on decent terms with one another. She was handed a map of the camp, along with a few papers filled with the schedule for the duration of her stay there, along with one with the rules, a list of the counselors, and the different 'activities' they would be allowed to participate in. She stacked them in her hands, her duffle-bag's straps over either of her shoulders, and glanced down at the map.
"So the cabin isn't too far from the guys's cabin ... Interesting," she practically purred, a slight gleam in her eye and a mischievous grin on her lips. "Very interesting ..." With that, she fixed on of her bag's straps, flipped her fiery hair out of her face and down her back, and started towards the cabin.