Prisoners Of War Chapter 5

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I sighed taking a pull off the pipe, coughing a little bit and sighed, passing it to Mike. John sat across from me with a frown on his face."So come on what happened?" Mike said offering it to John. John shook his head sitting back and Mike passed it back to me. I sprinkled some more weed on top and took another few hits. I couldn't enjoy the high though, I kept expecting the door to bust open and DEA agents to come in and arrest us."Well they told me not to leave the state, they let me go after they made the arrests, but said I could still be prosecuted if the guy didn't get prosecuted, and I might have to testify...""This is my fault." John said softly. "I should have never let you go to him, you had no idea what you were doing...""No its not your fault..." I said.A few seconds of silence followed, Mike reloaded the pipe and took another hit, passing it back to me. I was already very high but I accepted, maybe if I smoked enough I would forget about all of this."But how did you know someone? All you knew was my guy..." John said."Well when I lived with my mom I always noticed our neighbor, wierd people always showing up, even saw them coming out with little baggies of powder...I figured it was my only shot.""Well your lucky..." Mike said, "I think maybe we are taking it the wrong way, I think we should be happy your not going to jail." He said with a weak smile.***Mellisa wiped a tear off of her cheek as she looked around the small holding room. Thoughts flooded through her head, noone had explained anything to her, she had been taken in, had her fingerprints taken, and photographed. She was allowed one phone call, to which she used to call her friend from work to try and explain what happened, then thrown in the room to rott.They had taken her watch so she had no idea how long she had been in there, but eventually a man in a suit came and called for her. She wiped some more tears off of her face and walked weakly out and was led into a small room.The man sat down across from her and poured her a cup of water, which she gratiously accepted."Hello Mellisa." He said softly. "I'm Dan, I'm a lawyer, your friend Christina called me."Mellisa sighed in relief. "Oh thank god, I thought you were another one of those agents, they have treated me so badly... what exactly is going on?""You don't know?" He asked. She shook her head and he sighed. "Well you are charged with possession, sale, trafficking and manufacturing of methamphetamine, as well as conspiracy."Mellisa's heart dropped. "What... but I...manufacturing? Conspiracy? I don't understand.""They are saying that you supplied people with weapons, and drugs to sell, they have witnesses as well. I have got to tell you, it would be in your best interest to plead guilty and try for a reduced sentance.""But I didn't do any of it...I don't even know what they are talking about!""Does that mean you want to take this to court? Because I will defend you if thats what you really want,...

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