How Did We Get Here?

"It's going well wouldn't you say?" I asked Cheese. He nodded his large head sagely like a cartoon donkey. I too nod.
The handcuffs on our wrists and our geographical location being in a police car did little to hinder our satisfactions.

Cheese looked up slowly -"I think the explosion was a bit much though"
Dan instantly having to suppress the desire to protest just nods a robotic nod.

"Suppose it will be prison time again" sighed Cheese.
"S'pose" replies Dan.

A silence blankets the two men. Dan looks out to the forensic team and detectives combing the area and Cheese watches with a mild interest at the fire crew that are rendering the flames null and securing the area.

"I wonder if I'll need to make a shiv again" speaks Dan, more as a mechanism to break the silence rather than pose a genuine question.

"Hmmmm" replies Cheese.

"Bloody good track though" pips Dan, deterring the subject with the evasiveness of a fighter jet that is being pursued by a hot air balloon.

"Oh an absolute corker" beams Cheese.

"Hen and Angie really need to have some input on this one, assuming we ever get bailed" says Dan, ever the optimist.

"I think this could be classed as an act of terrorism" is the knowledgeable advice from Cheese.

"Fucking red tape in this country eh?" replies Dan, catching his own charred reflection in the interior mirror, his face blackened from the blast, his hair covered in a dusty debris.

Another silence descends before Cheese states "I think we need to get our stories straight here because I'm not entirely sure I know what happened"

"Me too my friend me too" whispers Dan, his gaze glazing over as he tries to recall the events that led them to this confined space.

A pause of substantial length.

"Well?" snaps Cheese, the tolerance gone in an instant.

"I honestly don't know what to tell you, one minute we were mixing the bass and guitar on the track and then kaboom!" replied Dan.

The passenger door suddenly flies open and an officer of senior years pops his capped head in.

"You boys are in a lot of trouble, probably best you tell me now where you got the Semtex", the officers looks to each of the band members.

And in unison they reply: "Semtex", and with that knowledge they settle back into their seats and let the silence envelope them again.