It took some convincing for the Crimson Flash to even learn where the Scathachian going by the name of Isuelt was even being held. It wasn't that the desk sergeant was a corrupt watchman, just that he was one of those particularly suspicious ones. Finally, though, he convinced the man that he wasn't plotting a jailbreak, and learned the location of the cell. He had an easier time once he got there. The watchman at the gate was a rookie, an idealist. All it took was a few pleasant remarks, a shake of the hand, and an autographed photograph for the watchman's daughter. He was inside the building, and only had to deal with whoever was inside. He hadn't even needed to bare cleavage, even though he was willing.

The two inside, however, gave him cause to pause. The lieutenant wasn't the problem. He didn't like Crim, but he wasn't the brightest man on the force, and Crim thought he could talk his way around the man. But then, he also wasn't the ranking officer. The elf, Janadana, she was the one he had to get through. She had a reputation for being nothing but business. A "hard-ass bitch," in fact, he had heard her called by some of the men. Crim couldn't blame her for that, really. A woman never had an easy time in such male-centric jobs, and her being something other than human likely earned her an additional degree of prejudice. A frail fae girlie, they probably called her. It came to him, then. He could do this. He drew in a deep breath, as both of them lifted their gaze to him.

"Captain." The lieutenant moved to intercept him, but the scarlet speedster would hardly live up to his nickname if a middle-aged overweight watchman was faster than him. He slipped right on by, despite a muttered protest from the man. Whether or not the lieutenant liked it, Janadana was his superior. Crim was hoping that the man did not like it, as such an attitude would make this easier.

Captain Janadana actually smirked as the lieutenant's expression as the speedster simply walked on past. Crim did his best to not let his smile show. "Crimson, is it?" Thin brows rose a touch as she regarded him. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" She shot the lieutenant a look as he appeared to be ready to speak, then looked back to the crimson comet.

He had to bite it back. He was so used to calling women "miss" or "ma'am," but that would put Janadana on the defensive. Almost certainly, people had used those terms condescendingly in her past. Captain. That's what he had to remember to call her. Accept and acknowledge her rank and, by extension, the work she had to do in order to get it. "I appreciate that you're willing to talk to me, captain. I've heard that a member of the Scathachian order has been brought in. Something about an assault in the West End?" The inaccuracy was calculated. To show how very little he knew. If he came in, talking about double murders, that might make the captain clam up. This let her show that her authority has given her more information than he has been able to get.

And it worked. Janadana moved to lean back on her desk, posture relaxing. The lieutenant, at this point, realized that nothing he had to say would be listened to, so he wandered off to another office, to take care of some paperwork. And grumble to himself. Janadana actually came close to smiling as she watched him leave, before she looked back to Crim and shook her head. "It wasn't an assault." She frowned, a fleeting thing, before she brought her expression back to neutral. "She killed two people. One of them was a member of the guard. Some of the men think she might have killed a couple that was found dead in an alley, too. Frankly, Crimson, it's a little surprising that the men who brought her in didn't try to take her down."

Crim nodded, moving to stand before her, tilting his head. "Probably a good thing that they didn't. From what I've heard about the Scathachians, that really doesn't seem like something one of them would do. I mean…murder" What did the other members in town have to say about it?" Questioning the watch's decisions could cause problems, but it was something he had to do. He wanted them to doubt. "I mean, obviously you all know what you are doing, but it seems odd. I don't have all the details, though, so…" And he trailed off. Plant doubt, then reassert their superiority. He hoped it would work.

She stiffened, just a touch, as a glint of something hard entered her eyes. His reassurance got her to relax once more, though and she shook her head. "It doesn't seem like something they would do. But people do a lot of things you wouldn't have expected people to be capable of. I'm sure you've seen." Crim couldn't help raising a brow as he watched her eyes rake over him once. She didn't seem to notice. "So, is that why you're here" To talk about this Scathachian woman?" Delicate brows rose. "You could have done that at the HQ."

A moment's pause, to decide just what the best response to that would be. He considered trying to flirt, but decided against it. Among other reasons, he simply didn't feel like being particularly playful. "Well, to tell the truth, captain, I'm here to see if I can talk you into letting me bust her out." He made sure that his voice was laced with enough levity that it was clear he was joking, and noted the flash of teeth he got in return with satisfaction. "Seriously, though, I do believe she doesn't belong here. I know you need to follow procedure and all that, but I really would like as much information as I can get about this. Seems to me like she was set up. But I don't know all of what?s been going on. And, if I could, I woud like to talk to her. I promise I won't break down her door and carry her off." The raised brow he gave after that was likely lost to the fabric of his mask, but the intent got through.

Janadana nodded, with a faint smile at his last comment. "I'm not sure I can give you all the details. I'll put something together, though." She regarded the speedster again, eyes growing hard briefly as she appraised him, then nodded once more. "You can see her. It's my ass if you pull something, though, and I will track you down and make you absolutely miserable if you screw me on this, Crimson. We're not supposed to let people visit, but I think I can make an exception for you." She looked him over for a few moments more, a careful gaze, and smirked. "I guess I don't really need to check you for weapons. It'd be hard for you to hide something in that outfit." She then pushed away from her desk, walking to the door that led to the cells. A moment's movement of keys, and she pulled it open. "Third cell. I'll be listening, so don't try anything funny." She smirked at him, before leaning against the open door, out of his path.

"Wouldn't dream of it. I appreciate this, captain. Thank you." He nodded to the captain before he stepped past her, and took long strides to the third cell. Dark eyes darted back, to see that Janadana was still partially in the doorway, though she wasn't looking his way. A gloved hand rose, knuckles rapping on the door lightly. "Isuelt, is it?"

Crim peered in through the small barred window when he received no answer. Dark eyes under yellow lenses, framed in red. Had he considered it, he may have realized that such a tableau might not be the most reassuring, peeking into a jail cell. He sighed, softly, as he saw her so reluctant to move. "I don't believe them, but I don't think I'm going to be able to talk the good captain into letting you out." He stepped back from the door, gaze moving down the hall. Janadana was still in the doorway, though she was looking the other way. He shook his head and moved back to the window. "And I don't think breaking you out would be worth the problems it would probably cause. I would like to know what is going on, though. These murders....Why would a Scathachian be implicated in them' Do you know?" He paused, dark eyes shifting. "I'm not banking on her deciding to give me many details, and I'd like to help if I can, any way I can." For all he knew, she hadn't even seen who he was by this point, but he wanted to put that offer out there, no matter how little good it might wind up doing.

Crim nodded, faintly. "I will. I've been looking into West End a lot, of late. It seems that help is needed there more than other places." A pause. And a sigh. "even without this current mess." He looked down the hall, toward the end opposite Janadana, for a moment, before casting a look to the captain's back. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and back again, before he once more spoke softly to the Scathachian. "I'm going to try to talk to them. See if I can get them to let you have regular visitors. Or at least some form of correspondence. Keeping you isolated like this..." He trailed off, a small frown causing the fabric of his mask to shift. "Is this the worst they've been doing" The captain isn't letting them get away with anything, is she?" Dark eyes shift as he turns, to peer back into the cell, no matter how much difficulty he may have seeing within.

He nodded, ever so faintly. "I didn't think they would. But I wanted to make sure. Some of them...well, it's no secret how corrupt some of the people on the force are." His head had turned, as he said these last words, and he saw Janadana half-turn her own as she heard. "I know you aren't captain. But you can't deny that some of these guys are a step or two below animals." The captain didn't nod, but she had no argument, either. Crim nodded, once more, then looked back to the Scathachian. "Animals don't always recognize weapons for what they are, either." That said, he shook his head and dropped the subject.

Really, he didn't only come to the aid of citizens when nearly all hope was gone. He did, after all, fetch a cat out of a tree a few days prior. When the cat had shifted her shape into a young woman, apparently in heat for the first time, he'd had to beat a hasty retreat, but that was certainly not a hopeless situation. Well, not in the normal sense of the words. Of course, he didn't voice any of this, just nodded a bit. "You are quite welcome, Isuelt. Whoever did this..." He trailed off, shook his head once more. "Why did they think it was you?" A rather simple question, muttered under his breath, not really put out there for an answer. He'd heard that there had been a witness, and wondered if he might be able to find out who this witness was, from the captain. Probably not, but it was something he would need to remember to ask on the way out.

"Very, very few people know my name. I am called the Crimson Flash. Crimson or Crim tends to roll off the tongue a bit easier, or so I've been told."

"Thought I'd heard something about a witness....I'll need to see if I can find out about that. That witness might be the key. Especially if they gave the watch something more than a description, like your name, or that of your order." He looked through the bars, then took another look down the hall, shaking his head. "Yeah. I'll need to ask about the witness." He muttered a bit o himself, before looking back to the little window. "You weren't at the scene, then the witness is a liar, and thus probably involved. Either that, or you got an evil twin running around." A wry tone laced its way into his rough and muffled voice, then.

He nodded, then, dark eyes on her face, in shadows though it may be. "Something like that. Checking up on someone who I cannot imagine committing the crimes she is accused of. Someone who would do a great deal more good out on the streets." Another nod, before he looks back to Janadana for a moment, then back to the Scathachian. "Don't mention it. You shouldn't be here. I just want to help."

"I am certainly going to try, Isuelt. Hopefully, the captain will be able to give me whatever information they have about her." He nodded, watching the expression on the Scathachian's face. "And I may not know you, personally, but I have met members of your order before. And no member in good standing would do things such as this. I have heard your sisters speak of you, and you a definitely in good standing." Another nod is offered, perhaps an expression of reassurance very nearly showing through the fabric of his mask, in those dark eyes that are the only visible feature of his face.

He took a half step back from the door, then. "I should go. I need to speak with the good captain, and there are… other matters, which demand my attention. I will do what I can to find this witness, though. You are right, I think. They are the key." His head dipped forward, as one gloved hand rose to rub at the back of his neck. "Take care of yourself, Isuelt, as best you can here. And remember, this too shall pass."