[She sounds all nervous, poor thing. He probably should be more nervous, but he can't be bothered to get that worried about it. Maybe if he got stopped in his own time, in his own state, where someone probably has a damn folder with everyone's faces just watching for one of them to fuck up and get caught, but here? There's no chance anyone at this checkpoint has somehow already gotten to that detective guy, gotten a statement, and come back, and already has an idea of who to watch for. Surely, they've beaten him. It looks like they're maybe just now sorting out what even happened.
But the longer they have to sit and wait here, the higher the chances of them getting a car back and forth and picking that guy up and someone IDing them. Ugh. And then it's charges of assault and theft and illegal possession of weapons and pot and honestly who knows what else they'll come up with. Or, maybe that guy will describe some kind of fire demons, or maybe the fucking idiots here won't see them at all because they're looking for live people, not dead ones.
Another minute ticks by and he gives up.]
Whatever. Gotta be another way to get to El Paso, right? These guys might be at this all night.
[It might look suspicious as fuck that he's turning around, but what are they going to do, chase after him just because he's impatient? Time to make a u-turn and look for a side road, because he's pretty sure they passed one somewhere in the last few minutes.]
I don't really wanna give those guys time to work out we were involved in what happened back there. An' we can't really go south, so I guess we're lookin' for a road that goes north. Man, fuck border patrol, that's the worst kinda cops, too. Maybe we blow up the checkpoint instead.
[He wasn't serious, but then he says it and maybe that's actually a good idea. Or, if not a good one, then an exciting one. They have time to decide while he looks for an alternate route.]
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[She sounds all nervous, poor thing. He probably should be more nervous, but he can't be bothered to get that worried about it. Maybe if he got stopped in his own time, in his own state, where someone probably has a damn folder with everyone's faces just watching for one of them to fuck up and get caught, but here? There's no chance anyone at this checkpoint has somehow already gotten to that detective guy, gotten a statement, and come back, and already has an idea of who to watch for. Surely, they've beaten him. It looks like they're maybe just now sorting out what even happened.
But the longer they have to sit and wait here, the higher the chances of them getting a car back and forth and picking that guy up and someone IDing them. Ugh. And then it's charges of assault and theft and illegal possession of weapons and pot and honestly who knows what else they'll come up with. Or, maybe that guy will describe some kind of fire demons, or maybe the fucking idiots here won't see them at all because they're looking for live people, not dead ones.
Another minute ticks by and he gives up.]
Whatever. Gotta be another way to get to El Paso, right? These guys might be at this all night.
[It might look suspicious as fuck that he's turning around, but what are they going to do, chase after him just because he's impatient? Time to make a u-turn and look for a side road, because he's pretty sure they passed one somewhere in the last few minutes.]
I don't really wanna give those guys time to work out we were involved in what happened back there. An' we can't really go south, so I guess we're lookin' for a road that goes north. Man, fuck border patrol, that's the worst kinda cops, too. Maybe we blow up the checkpoint instead.
[He wasn't serious, but then he says it and maybe that's actually a good idea. Or, if not a good one, then an exciting one. They have time to decide while he looks for an alternate route.]