Art is Always Watching

A man in a mask stood in front of me. My vision was blurry and he was just a blob of color, but the generalized shape made me infer that he was male. I shook my head to clear my vision. I looked the guy over. On his head was a blue motorcycle helmet, his cropped tank top was white with noise written in black letters over it, and he wore a black tank top underneath the white one. He yelled, "Hey, D, the girl's awake. What the hell should I do now?" A gruff voice yelled back, "Find out her call. I'll ask around and see if anybody knows her." I found the killjoys. Now, I have to convince them not to kill me. I interrupted their conversation, "No one is going to know me. I used to work for Better Living Industries. I was almost killed in a shootout when a killjoy sympathizer was resisting arrest. That's when I decided to get out of there. The dracs think I'm on a mission for a Scarecrow or Exterminator. When in reality I stole some killjoy cloths and got out as soon as I could. Believe me?"
The one infront of me slid up the black partition of his helmet and narrowed his eyes at me. I could hear the other man sigh and say, "That's becoming an all too repeated story. Any chance I can see your B.L.Ind ID card? I'm going to see what I can find out about you. In the mean time, Show Pony can show you around and help you figure out your call."
"Blind?" I asked, "What's blind?" The guy before me, presumably Show Pony, snorted and said, "Better Living Industries. B.L.Ind. for short." I made an oh sound and twisted my wrists in the ropes binding me. I replied, "Yeah, you can take a crack at my ID. Can I be untied now?"

Notes

Still short chapters but until I get to what I already have on the other story, these are going to be short. Excuse any grammar mistakes.