It wasn't like Cain had never spent a night in the klink before. Shit.  Some of her best memories came straight out of lock-up. Not like... The shit ass mass holding cell she spent the last 48 hours mean mugging Large Marge in, but like...Jail proper. She killed her first mark in Jail, ran her first crew, and even met Toshi behind bars. All in all, Jail had a a shit rap.<br/><br/>But only if you were lucky enough to be a person who...knew people. A well connected 'made' Ethorian like herself, didn't spend time in Gen-Pop with the rabble unless they wanted. And while 48 hours was hardly enough to get her dickwet, she took full advantage of her single phone call and set shit right the fuck in order. She ordered her best men outside of Lili's room, with orders to call her the -second- her pet recovered, she arranged for a lawyer, a change of clothes for when she got out , and some 'light reading' while locked away.<br/>With a few greased palms she recieved the requested manilla folders with information on Greer and the Dragons operations on planet. With nothing to do, she spent hours skimming the massive files , trying her best to prepare for her release.<br/><br/>That was of course, when she wasn't thinking of Toshi. Which, honestly, took.up far greater chunks of time than any amount of research. Cain waivered between delight and fear for her old lover, never stoping to think about her own misdeeds. She had no earthly fucking clue where the long thought dead squidhead scampered off too, but she could imagine sooner or later they'd find each other.<br/><br/><br/>As she stepped out of lockup onto dingy Streets, she spent all of three seconds dialing her com. She requested new clothes, a ride and whatever information her people could find on unlocking government issued AI programming. She casually asked if anything new popped up...no one mentioned Toshi, and no news was good news as far as she was concerned.<br/><br/>She stepped into the short limo waiting for her, and immediately began to strip. Her stained, old bloody clothes were returned to her, bust hasily shucked for a pair of form fitting leather pants, heavy boots and a clingy mens tanktop.  Her Ethonian ink on proud display, she strapped on harness with a pair of pistols and adjusted the toy in her pants -someone- in holding had to have been fucking with. (Her dick was relinquished flesh colored and 9 inches and returned to her blue, knotted and 13 inches) . she adjusted the setting swearing to herself as she rapped on the glass division.<br/><br/>The divider lowered with a woosh, and she addressed her driver,<span style="color: #006666">"Dirk, you get the address I asked you for?" <br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">The driver nodded, she Pat the back of his head and sank down into the back seat. Today was going to be a busy-ass day, and Maggie Greer sure as fuck had better be home. </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>