"Again, you're welcome to stay in the cell if you really want to," Owen said, leading Simms toward the front of the police department, to the door. A new plan was formulating in his mind, one that he felt could work without having to spend time with Simms in a bar, or resort to violence. Violence may still occur, but with any luck, it would be minimal. He had the cuffs on his belt, after all. The unfortunate part was he couldn't exactly relay it to Oliver without Simms overhearing.
Owen pushed open the door and moved to the side to let Simms follow. His gaze scanned the area. The streets weren't exactly real, but nothing was. Not here. But hell, he could pull this off in character with no problem. He inhaled softly through his nose, aware that he was taking a risk. And he'd probably get shit for it.
"Actually," Owen said once they were all outside. "This is some bullshit. They're making us release you and we were procrastinating the inevitable. So... go home to your wife and stay out of trouble." His gaze ticked to Oliver, and though his expression didn't change, he tried to silently implore the other man to trust him.