Post by Evan Hughes on Jul 2, 2010 6:50:55 GMT -5
Waiting outside the diner where he and his partner agreed to meet, Evan adjusted his tie, ignoring the people walking past him who paid him just as much no mind. He really hated the whole suit and tie thing, he’d really be much more comfortable in camouflage pants and a Hawaiian shirt or something, maybe some Converse sneakers instead of the black shoes he was forced to wear, shoes so shiny he could see his face in them. Looking at which made him realise he forgot to comb his hair this morning. At least he could wear whatever socks he wanted to. Well, he couldn’t really, he was meant to wear black ones, but no one could see so he tended to wear anything but black. Currently, his socks were a nice shade of neon green.
When the Ford LTD Crown Victoria (black, of course, like almost everything else they were issued with) pulled up to the curb, he pushed himself off the wall, hopping into the passenger seat. He’d been hoping he’d get to drive, but considering his last two attempts at driving, as well as the two Crown Victoria’s, now both in permanent residence at a scrap heap, that were the major victims in his attempts, it may not be a bad idea for him to stay a passenger for a while.
“Agent P.” he greeted his partner in intergalactic crime fighting with a nod and a big cheesy grin. “Agent E.” was said back to him, with an accompanying grin that was just as cheesy as his own, followed by three of his favourite words in the whole English language. When used together, of course. “Check the glovebox.”
With the same enthusiasm in which he approached most things in life, he dove into the before mentioned glove box, finding it filled to the brim will all sorts of tasty treats. Settling on a Hershey’s bar, for starters, he ripped it open before sinking his teeth in for his first, glorious bite as P pulled away from the curb. But before he could get too carried away in his treat, a little screen popped out of the dashboard, and up popped a face better than any candy in the world.
“Hi Chief B.” Evan grinned, immediately wiping any chocolate from his lips. “Hi Agent E.” the redheaded girl smiled back just as cheerily, leaving Agent P struggling to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “Was there something you wanted, Chief B?” “Oh, oh yes...” she stammered for a moment, before regaining her composure, “There was a...disturbance on Main Street. Based on first reports, we think it’s a bug. We need the two of you to head there, interview any witnesses and make sure they don’t remember anything to tell. Also, check with Aly the Pug, she should be able to tell you more. Good luck.”
The screen sunk back into the car. “Well, um, that sounds like it’s urgent, maybe we should, well, you know.” Evan grinned, unable to stop himself bouncing around. “Well...” Agent P pretended to hesitate before grinning, “Go on, push the red button.”
To Be Continued
When the Ford LTD Crown Victoria (black, of course, like almost everything else they were issued with) pulled up to the curb, he pushed himself off the wall, hopping into the passenger seat. He’d been hoping he’d get to drive, but considering his last two attempts at driving, as well as the two Crown Victoria’s, now both in permanent residence at a scrap heap, that were the major victims in his attempts, it may not be a bad idea for him to stay a passenger for a while.
“Agent P.” he greeted his partner in intergalactic crime fighting with a nod and a big cheesy grin. “Agent E.” was said back to him, with an accompanying grin that was just as cheesy as his own, followed by three of his favourite words in the whole English language. When used together, of course. “Check the glovebox.”
With the same enthusiasm in which he approached most things in life, he dove into the before mentioned glove box, finding it filled to the brim will all sorts of tasty treats. Settling on a Hershey’s bar, for starters, he ripped it open before sinking his teeth in for his first, glorious bite as P pulled away from the curb. But before he could get too carried away in his treat, a little screen popped out of the dashboard, and up popped a face better than any candy in the world.
“Hi Chief B.” Evan grinned, immediately wiping any chocolate from his lips. “Hi Agent E.” the redheaded girl smiled back just as cheerily, leaving Agent P struggling to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “Was there something you wanted, Chief B?” “Oh, oh yes...” she stammered for a moment, before regaining her composure, “There was a...disturbance on Main Street. Based on first reports, we think it’s a bug. We need the two of you to head there, interview any witnesses and make sure they don’t remember anything to tell. Also, check with Aly the Pug, she should be able to tell you more. Good luck.”
The screen sunk back into the car. “Well, um, that sounds like it’s urgent, maybe we should, well, you know.” Evan grinned, unable to stop himself bouncing around. “Well...” Agent P pretended to hesitate before grinning, “Go on, push the red button.”
To Be Continued
