Oddity in Baumton
Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 9:24 pm
Patrolling what remained of Baumton wasn't exactly the place Officer Kriples thought he'd up. But as a cop who grew up as the youngest of three brothers and three sisters, he had never been one to take gruff from anyone. That meant higher ups, as well. So, after stepping on a few too many toes, he had been given the job to patrolling a small slither of road on the decimated landscape.
He was riding with his partner, Officer Chatters. Ironically, the man never spoke. Oh, he talked. He could do his job, but he was never one to idly converse during the late night drives. The silence in the car was only interrupted by the occasional hiss from the radio as other patrols reported in.
The night had been long. Not enough conversation. Not enough coffee. And it wasn't that late. So when he had gotten the call that their were vandals afoot, he pressed his foot down harder on the gas than necessary. He raced, sirens blaring, careful to avoid any of the debris that the Trolls would throw in the road to make life harder.
And then he turned the corner just in time to see the vandals running for the side of wall. For a second, Kriples thought they had trapped themselves only to see that they were being launched one at a time straight up and over the wall. The last figure on the ground took a moment to turn towards the car as Kriples speed towards them and offered a vague, two fingered salute before launching himself up and away. The teens - the Metas - had escaped. Kriples gritted his teeth and slammed on the break bringing the car to a lurching stop, the headlights landing on what remained of a downed billboad.
"Wow," Officer Chatters spoke next to him, cutting off the silence before Kriples had time to ruin it with a string of curses. Kriples looked his way only to have Chatters point straight ahead. Kriples narrowed his eyes, staring at the billboard in front of him.
All he could wonder was why anyone would break into Baumton to spray paint... a Mister Potato Head?
He was riding with his partner, Officer Chatters. Ironically, the man never spoke. Oh, he talked. He could do his job, but he was never one to idly converse during the late night drives. The silence in the car was only interrupted by the occasional hiss from the radio as other patrols reported in.
The night had been long. Not enough conversation. Not enough coffee. And it wasn't that late. So when he had gotten the call that their were vandals afoot, he pressed his foot down harder on the gas than necessary. He raced, sirens blaring, careful to avoid any of the debris that the Trolls would throw in the road to make life harder.
And then he turned the corner just in time to see the vandals running for the side of wall. For a second, Kriples thought they had trapped themselves only to see that they were being launched one at a time straight up and over the wall. The last figure on the ground took a moment to turn towards the car as Kriples speed towards them and offered a vague, two fingered salute before launching himself up and away. The teens - the Metas - had escaped. Kriples gritted his teeth and slammed on the break bringing the car to a lurching stop, the headlights landing on what remained of a downed billboad.
"Wow," Officer Chatters spoke next to him, cutting off the silence before Kriples had time to ruin it with a string of curses. Kriples looked his way only to have Chatters point straight ahead. Kriples narrowed his eyes, staring at the billboard in front of him.
All he could wonder was why anyone would break into Baumton to spray paint... a Mister Potato Head?
