((continued from The Kid's Aren't Alright
Steve had been walking for what seemed like hours, the whole time not bothering to look behind him and see if Courtney was keeping up or not. Stumbling onto the grounds which housed the island jailhouse, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Finally I can sit down." He mumbled.
Despite being in top physical condition, the terrain on the island wasn't exactly the friendliest he'd ever encountered. He felt like he'd rolled his ankle about 17 times on the way over, not to mention the fighting with the jungle brush had left him with a bunch of annoying little cuts and scrapes.
The jailhouse looked a lot smaller from the outside, but as Steve approached the front door, he could tell that looks were indeed deceiving. The front door creaked open as Steve stepped inside. It was quite plain on the inside, but Steve hadn't really expected a jailhouse to be like the Hilton the team had once stayed in when they had a trip to Los Angeles for a tournament.
Those were the good days.
Steve thought as he chuckled to himself remembering some of the team's antics at the hotel. To many Paris jokes, too many trashed rooms, and even an incident that left the star QB walking back to his room in nothing but his birthday suit.
Steve continued walking down the pathway from the door, glancing at the surrounding jail cells. Most of their doors were open, probably from when the Danya people had cleared the island. He decided to check out the upstairs, and made his way cautiously up the staircase.
For all I know, there might be weapons leftover upstairs.
Steve reached the top of the stairs, and found nothing but a wall of bars separating him from the officer's quarters. The door however was open, so Steve slowly pushed his way through. He immediately went for the office on his left.
Warden's Office eh. Wonder if the warden had any protection.
Steve went into the office which was adorned with books on law, a few small chairs, a desk, small window and some diplomas and awards on the walls. He went around to the other side of the desk and started fumbling through the drawers. His search came up empty. Not even any keys for the cells downstairs could be found.
Mumbling some curse words as he exited the office, Steve made his way to the officers room.
"Oh come the fuck on." He said in a mix of sarcasm and disappointment.
The officer's quarters had indeed held what he came looking for. Unfortunately for Steve, more than likely because Steve had come to think this Danya fuck liked to toy with their minds, all of the lovely weapons the officer's had had at one point were disassembled to the point that no one in their right mind could figure out how to put them together. Steve continued on looking through each of the lockers, finding nothing except for a moldy old boot and a few rats who'd made their home in said boot.
"As you were." Steve said to the rats as he placed the boot back as he'd found it.
He quickly found a bed and sat down on it. He started humming the tune of Stare at the Sun by Thrice as he thought about what to do next.