Crest wasn't dead, just wounded. The bullet had stunned her, and lodged underneath her collarbone.
The Crays had taken her to a cell immediately; they didn't want her to get away.
Michelle had been the most ruthless one of the Cray leaders, until she defected after a run-in with Whiplash. She was sure a few Crays were loyal, however, Frank Garret was still a strong leader.
A Cray came into her cell, bearing a pair of tweezers and some gauze.
"Sir," they whispered, bending down to see the wound.
"Captain." Michelle replied.
He pushed aside her shirt collar to access the bullet wound.
The tweezers dug into her skin as they searched for the bullet.
"You're going to get in trouble, you know that." Michelle said.
"No, I'm not. They told me to do this." He said, brushing aside her light bronze hair to get the bullet out. "Why did you leave me, Michelle?"
"I'm sorry, Dylan." Michelle said.
He shook his head. "No, you're not." He covered her wound before slipping out.
The door opened, and Frank Garret, father of Lauren and Carli, came inside, tossing aside his cigar before brushing ash onto the floor.
"I rushed back into the city once I received word that they had captured YOU, Hogan."
Michelle sat up on the cold cell bed.
"Oh, yeah? You can thank your daughter for that." Michelle growled.
"I know, I am proud of Carli."
"But not Lauren. Haven't you realized why Lauren never joined the Crays?"
Garret shrugged. "I don't bother with that failure."
"Exactly why she doesn't bother with you. You don't care about Lauren. Just Carli."
Garret laughed. "How about you? I was proud when a sorry sixteen year old girl joined the Crays and became a leader a year later. Now, TWO years later, she is inside a cell, awaiting her punishment." Garret said. "Carli admired you, up until you betrayed the Crays. Then, she knew you were a lie. My, how people fall."
"Well, Carli should be happy to have replaced me." Michelle said.
"Explain to me your treason," he said.
He drew a knife from his suit. "Your friends are here, are they not? It would be a pity if something...happened to them."
Michelle took the hint. "You are a sorry man. There was no way I was going to continue to kill for you. The number of times I had to drag the blade across someone's throat is disgusting!" Michelle said. "Then, again, you wouldn't care."
Garret burst out laughing.
"And THAT is why the mighty Hogan decides to...defect?" he guffawed.
Michelle clenched a fist.
"Yes, because the puny leader was too much of a wimp to do it himself." He paused. "I'll be watching, Hogan. But, for now, you shall be at the hands of my daughter, who has rightfully earned the privilege." He swept from the room.
A day later, Carli entered, holding an ice pack to her nose.
"What'd you do, look in the mirror?"
Carli frowned. "No. Whiplash challenged me to a duel. May she rest in pieces."
Michelle furrowed her brow.
"Now, I have a dilemma. I don't know what to do with you."
"Leave me here to die?"
Carli laughed. "Is this how the great Hogan wants to be known? As a coward?"
"Oh, excuse me for being a coward...just like your dad."
Carli pressed a knife into Michelle's throat. "Call my father a coward one more time." With each syllable, Carli dug the knife deeper into her chin.
"Coward." Michelle said.
Growling, Carli plunged the knife into the wall. "Oh, how I wish that was your neck. But, I shall make use of your imprisonment. I'm giving you another chance to live up to your name."
Michelle frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I'm going to put you through the Cray trials, again."
"I'm not joining-"
"Would you rather have Sarah or Lauren hung?" Carli asked.
"Fine." She growled.
Carli brightened. "And your trials shall be public to ALL Crays. I want them to see how far you've dropped."