Challenge #02068-E244: Wrong Kind of Rescue
{Character 1 kicks down door and fires RPG (or equivalent)}
(To person 2): "I got your text." -- TheDragonsFlame
When Laise was done screaming, and Thor had put down his guns, she recovered enough breath and wits to yell, "Thor, what the actual fuck?"
"You said you needed a rescue."
Laise checked her phone. Only one of her messages had got through thanks to the shitty, shitty local internet. "Damn it..." She took another calming breath. "We're lucky I always get the top floor, Thor."
"These were the blanks," Thor offered, slapping the grey-taped magazine. "I learn slow, ja? But I am learning."
Lais showed him her phone. On it were the texts that didn't send. Like, Found a box of kittens, and, Nobody's owning up to them.
"Ooohhh... yes. Perhaps send the entire message?"
"You and I both know I think in fragments," Lain said, still shaking as she fed the latest in a line of very small purritos. Tiny, tiny kittens wrapped up in towelling so they could keep warm and get fed in comfort at the same time. "Meanwhile, several people are calling the cops. Assume the position and wire me the bail money."
The resulting charges to Thor would be disturbing the peace, since he was licensed to carry the firearm he used and also had authority to perform hostage rescues. Thanks to the blanks, he wouldn't have property damage or vandalism charges on the ticket, though he would have to pay for the repairs to the door jamb. Which this particular motel was entitled to overcharge for.
Life got... interesting... when one's best friend in the world was the Swedish answer to a one-man SWAT team.
Thor waited, hands on his head, kneeling on the floor, ankles crossed and very calm, for the police to turn up.
Officer Dwayne was first in and said, "Oh, it's you." You, here pronounced, the regular pain in my ass that I wish would just go away or at least go fishing with hooks and bait. He leaned back out and yelled, "Weapons down, it's Thor again."
Laise couldn't help but giggle at the soft grumbling she heard outside the motel door. Things de-escalated. Kittens were fed and petted. Things were explained to the concerned citizens, who also complained about the shitty, shitty local internet. And Thor was good-naturedly cuffed on the back of his head and told to ring Laise, next time. Just to be certain.
And then they were allowed to drive to the nearest vet to find the kittens a foster mother. With a police escort.
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I love how the police are s used to Thor's dramatic entrances that they just grumbled about it after showing up and finding out who it was XD
Ahh purritos are sooooooooo cuuuuuuuuuuuuute.