Rough hands hauled her to her feet and her hands were cuffed behind her as her captor instructed her to stay still. "Don't move, no ghosts-" He spoke quietly into his earpiece. "U.S. Agent. I've apprehended a suspect." Nick glanced down at Wicked and pursed his lips before he continued. "Minor infraction. No team necessary. I'll bring the delinquent in for processing." He cut off the connection and turned Wicked around to face him. "It's a slap on the wrist," he told her, his tone neutral. "A night in prison at most. You didn't need to run, but no one else needs to know you ran, as long as you can behave yourself." There was no reason this guy who was willing to throw bombs at her should want to give her amnesty, but there it was.