Unicorn was slightly irritated. A crackhead by the name of Sonia snitched to FBN Agent Shane Daly about her heroin run in New York. Now he wouldn't vouch for her.  

Corrections Officer George Furbish propped his muddied boots on the wooden table of the booking department inside the 

^{PASADENA COUNTY LOCAL JAIL} 

Above his head, a metal caged lamp flickered as mosquitoes flew at it to die. A rusted electric oscillating fan did little to cool the office.

"Unicorn," Officer Furbish said with a cigarette flapping on his lips, "Been awhile. Surprised to see you here and not your sons."

"I've come here looking for a SoniaBigDick...no wait...SoniaBigDuck...DickButt...ahhh Dutt...SoniaBickDutt...there we go Sonia BickDutt," Unicorn sputtered off her sparkling notepad.

"Yeah, why do you want her?"

"Does it matter George? I got ten big ones for you if... you release her. You know your jail's crowded enough. We will take care of her much faster." Unicorn slid a stack of bills over his desk.

"Allright," Officer Furbish said as he grabbed the stack of cash and locked it in his desk. "She ain't here. She's at the Venice Beach County Jail. I gotta make a phone call so it's gonna take hours before they release her."

"How am I going to know when she's released?" Unicorn demanded. It was hard enough that she thought she jail breaked at the right location. 

"Best I can do, take it or leave it."
 

Unicorn nodded while leaving and commanded her driver to head back to the restaurant. Once home, she made a phone call. She didn't even bother to make it anonymous, it wasn't worth the time. She already traveled 26 miles from Pasadena to the docks, she was in no mood to spend anymore on that worthless snitch.

"You've been released," the officers said as they escorted SoniaBickDutt out to the cement steps of Venice Beach County Jail.

"No! Let me back in...they gonna kill me..please!," Sonia cried out in paranoia, her raspy cigarette voice could barely cry out. Her thin chicken legs, pot marked face, and thin orange blonde hair did no good to arouse the sympathy of the cops who walked back inside. She ran to hide in the nearest alley she could, but it was too late. A dark vehicle pulled up slowly behind her.

Sonia screamed which sounded more like a hoarse choke and ran to the docks. 

Bang.

Success! Dat bum's swimmin with da fishes.