[A grin spreads across his face as the guy starts actually begging, at Chrissy's request. Goddamn he loves his baby girl, making this guy actually go through with it. Fuck cops, fuck them absolutely and completely. This asshole probably deserves so much worse, but fuck it, he'll let him go now that he's satisfied with the outcome. See, he's not actually a complete monster or anything.
He gives Chrissy another kiss, and laughs a little as he pulls away.]
Yeah, I'd say so. All right, motherfucker, you get to go, but I ain't helpin' you to your car. You figure that shit out yourself, got it? After I'm done pokin' around.
[Time to investigate. He raises an eyebrow and smiles at Aaron like he's just having a grand fun time out here tonight and this is just some kind of joke, then lets himself into the car and sits in the burned wreckage of the driver's seat, mostly for temporary convenience. Man, there's so many things in here, these future cops must have all kinds of weird surveillance equipment and ooh, a fancy radio, too.
There's a sidearm that must have fallen out of the guy's hip holster, right on top of the seat, but the plastic is melted and he doesn't trust it. Hell, most of this stuff doesn't look usable anymore and it's hard to know what cool stuff might have been found if they hadn't blown the car up, but it was worth it. He does come away with a couple pairs of handcuffs and their keys, though, and that's a treat considering he hasn't seen the pair he and Chrissy had in a while. Maybe it's at the bottom of a bag somewhere, maybe it's gone, but it's fine, now there are more. Might be useful for non-sex things too some day.
The last thing he tries to do is pop the trunk, but it doesn't go - the lever works fine, but something in the latch must have broken or warped. So he gets out and forces it open with the blade of his knife, then looks inside.]
Oh, hell yeah! Here's the good shit. Bulletproof vest, some camera shit that looks pretty fucked now, damn. But, this! Hey, thanks buddy!
[He pulls out his true prize - bolt cutters. No padlock or heavy metal fencing will be stopping them any time soon.]
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He gives Chrissy another kiss, and laughs a little as he pulls away.]
Yeah, I'd say so. All right, motherfucker, you get to go, but I ain't helpin' you to your car. You figure that shit out yourself, got it? After I'm done pokin' around.
[Time to investigate. He raises an eyebrow and smiles at Aaron like he's just having a grand fun time out here tonight and this is just some kind of joke, then lets himself into the car and sits in the burned wreckage of the driver's seat, mostly for temporary convenience. Man, there's so many things in here, these future cops must have all kinds of weird surveillance equipment and ooh, a fancy radio, too.
There's a sidearm that must have fallen out of the guy's hip holster, right on top of the seat, but the plastic is melted and he doesn't trust it. Hell, most of this stuff doesn't look usable anymore and it's hard to know what cool stuff might have been found if they hadn't blown the car up, but it was worth it. He does come away with a couple pairs of handcuffs and their keys, though, and that's a treat considering he hasn't seen the pair he and Chrissy had in a while. Maybe it's at the bottom of a bag somewhere, maybe it's gone, but it's fine, now there are more. Might be useful for non-sex things too some day.
The last thing he tries to do is pop the trunk, but it doesn't go - the lever works fine, but something in the latch must have broken or warped. So he gets out and forces it open with the blade of his knife, then looks inside.]
Oh, hell yeah! Here's the good shit. Bulletproof vest, some camera shit that looks pretty fucked now, damn. But, this! Hey, thanks buddy!
[He pulls out his true prize - bolt cutters. No padlock or heavy metal fencing will be stopping them any time soon.]