He remembered it as going quickly, yet it was all so darn slow.
“Hurry up, Diamond, before I completely lose my data base,” Ace grumbled, raking hands over his short hair. He kept feeling pulses of anxiety as the image of his friend trafficking major contraband cut into his impatience to leave. The Get Free plan always found a way back to the forefront of his thoughts. At this point, Ace couldn't form the simplest of thoughts without handcuff keys jingling like wind chimes in his peripheral vision.
Diamond walked on the zone and waved thanks to the tower officer, a flirty gesture of appreciation for being allowed to leave the building in blatant disregard for security protocol. Stepped clear as the door shut. Walked in the direction of his cubicle on his toes, blithely humming a dance so
