Ajal blushed, "We were trying to catch Hagin."
Phew, Night thought.

The ocelot sighed. "Hands behind your back. We need to clear things up. Until then, you're under arrest."

Knuckles let out a tired groan, but complied.

Ajal did so.
Night silently chuckles watching the scene.

Some time later...

Knuckles casually leaned against the cell wall, arm folded and eyes narrowed in annoyance. After a while, he looked up at Ajal. "No regrets?"

"About getting arrested with them in here," Ajal looks directly at Regnor and Ernish.
The duo try to attack Ajal who defends himself, "Why did I let you rope my into this plan?"

"The idea was to get the pen back from Hagin. Who didn't have a pen. You agreed because you wanted a crack at him." Knuckles replied.

"My fault then,'' Ajal dodged an attack.

One of the guards walked over to their cell. "Hey! The new guys are only in holding! Knock it off!" He barked.

Ernish and Regnor turned their dagger glares on the guard, "You know he's killed right?"
Ajal parried ther next attack.

"That's a kid, gentlemen. And I use the term 'gentlemen' very loosely. Now leave them alone. That's an order." The guard shot back, returning the glare.