This reads like a sit-com. Seriously. You've got the deadly serious commandos playing dumb, you've got half of the Hardin, MT peeps all pulling a collective Sgt. Schultz, then there's some chick with bad hair and worse glasses working out of a JAIL vomiting forth random cryptic non-answers at every turn. Great comedy, Montanians.

Someone handed over the keys to a maximum security facility and didn't get a receipt?

"well..." Beck Shay vomits forth..."They locked me out of my office, never gave me a dime, the contracts voided, my boss is a crook and two thousand miles away but im still sitting on my ass making up stuff to do..alone...until the very last second I can ignore the fact that im a idiot and un employed. "

Becky Shay

***********As Hardin Turns************

In the thick of a dark Montana night, American Police "Capt." Michale climbs in his leased Mercedes SUV heading south for California and his sept 27th date with a Orange County superior court judge, spoksperson Becky Shay sits in her cold empty prison office thinking what transpired in the last 48 hrs. She has seen her town hall cancel the very contract that brought about her position, no fewer then four high profile resignations from her company, Tree rivers imploding around her as looks around town for those other two SUVs that were her a miniute ago....all gone. No one even knows were the keys are, Beck must ask permission to enter the prison from general services. Its getting dark all around her as see runs out of answers for her even to go on. No job to do, no were to go, no were to hide from the national Media..shes forced to consider what see did. Did she see it clear in her mind to run with maniacle armened con men, putting her fellow towns people at risk for a chance ..just a chance at a 60,000 dollar pay day?

All thats sliped benith the Montana snow pack, alls that s left is the repo man slinking away with that company car leaving her "Hoofin it in Hardin."

I know we all wait for the inevitable slow motion train wreak coming down the Montana pike as sure as Custer bit the dirt. Poor Ms Shaw on camerabefore the world blubbers her resignation from a non entity American Police Force. Dont chew on a barrel Ms. Shaw just go on sitting in your hollow damp prison cell you call a desk and wait for capt Hilton to rescue you in his black Mercedes back to his palace. You can dream.