orangetoughguy | log post II

[Although he doesn't exactly jump from that clapping paw Freddy is surprised to be caught unaware but that's not unexpected from a professional like Larry.]

Nope. [Sip. As for that...he lifts it up for the old man to see in all its cute Hello Kitty glory.] Pussy cat. A friend left it behind before she checked out of this dump.

[Freddy's good about hiding his mild disappointment that Mindy's gone. May as well check why she left him a key with good company.]

[The response is satisfying enough. That is surprise. Larry eases on in beside him.]

So she left you her apartment or something?

[...filled with candy and toys from the looks of it. No judging. Not yet though come on, why would Freddy be so excited and ask him to behave?]

I don't know, I don't think this is her place.

[Freddy won't mention how he doesn't know how she found his place either but he trusts that Mindy wouldn't have told anyone else where they live. He always knew there was something different about her.]

But we're gonna find out.

[Twirl and loop, key in hand the kid finishes off his beer then gives the older man a push to get on back out. Sorry Lawrence Dimick, no time for a drink for you.]

[Now he stares at the key. It looks simple, harmless. That's what people always want you to believe. Larry's not the hyper suspicious type nor is he a paranoid nutjob like Pink but...something seems off. Not harmful. Just off.]

Do you know where to go?

[Falling into step he isn't too sore about losing the opportunity to drink. The door prize is much more interesting.]

Yep, I got an address right here.

[He pats his own pocket, leading the way out to the street. When they're far out enough away from earshot, the kid nods to the old man.] You know the girl who found us?

[Last year, when they were bleeding to death, or at least Freddy was.]

[Still in the underground, huh? That's no place for a young kid. Then again...]

Her?

[It's coming back to him. She's...she was not the average, play with Barbies kind of a girl at all.]

I remember that.

[Though really old man, how can you forget? It's what got the whole ball rolling here.]

She coulda left us there and she didn't. I think that's enough. What else could she hand over?

[Sure wouldn't be toys in this circumstance.]

Beats me but we're gonna find out.

[Freddy pulls the address out from his pocket. Under the address itself is the note telling him ("dumbass") not to get killed. He hands it over for Larry to read himself because maybe the last note is an ominous warning over what's inside. Who knows. Secretly he wants the last bit to be her way of saying "goodbye, cool dude" but no need to speculate. On the other side of the paper is a rough diagram Freddy drew himself, directions to the apartment.]

Maybe it's her stuff. [Girl stuff.] Maybe she wants me to move it somewhere safe.

They got services that do that. Though what good is it, she ain't gonna come back.

[He smooths out the paper, working out the folds to better read. The old man squints a bit and holds it up toward the light to see better. It's difficult to stifle the snicker at seeing "dumbass" but he does his very best.]

Maybe it's bodies.

Heeey that's real nice of you to volunteer for opening the door.

[In goes the key into Larry's pocket upon hearing him suggest bodies...but also because he caught that snicker. Fff.]

You've seen bodies before.

[...right? Though fuck there's a difference between freshly deceased Mr. Brown or...something. ~~Cops.~~ Rotting old flesh isn't pleasant at all. He gives Freddy a look though.]

It'd make sense that she'd want you to handle that. A cover up for a cover up.

[Flattening the map again.]

Or it could be like Al Capone's vault.

Yeah I have but I got paid with or without losin' my lunch.

[Ain't that the life? Getting a paycheck from the city for doing the dirty job most people don't want to do. Doing some things crooks do too but that's beside the point.]

Fuck if I'm gonna clean up an empty place. I'm no fuckin' maid.

[Not that Freddy has a problem with maids or janitors or other service industry professions for that matter. Honestly. Give it another couple minutes and they'll be on the right block.]

[How can the old man not laugh?]

You should think of doin' stand-up sometime.

[Because he's that funny to Larry.]

Slow up now. Looks like we're pretty close.

[Comparing the address on the paper to either sides of the street.]

Hey I'm supercool, not superfunny.

[Or superpowered, fff. Close? Green eyes look over the area, it's not quite dilapidated but it still doesn't seem like a place for a little girl. What was Mindy up to over here? It also doesn't seem like a warehouse or lock up row either. It almost looks a bit mixed up with residential buildings, a low profile motel on one side and a "dance hall" on the other. Somewhere farther down, around a corner, is the place.]

Age before beauty. [Freddy gestures for Larry to keep going.]

Wanna bet?

[Elbows. But back to business for certain. Even though he's begrudging Freddy for not heading in first, Larry would prefer it. It's not a carjacking. Both of them are careful, sure. But accidents happen. And they don't deserve to happen to the damn kid this go-round.]

Thanks.

[These buildings creak and groan with almost every step on the wooden entry way. Even more on the steps.]

Looks like this is it.

[He takes the key out of his pocket. It looks even more out of place with that cat wearing a strawberry as a hat.]

[Oof. The elbowing just gets a look from the kid. Where accidents are concerned he'd rather they not abide by a system that places Larry--the more experienced one--in the line of fire but the old man is also stubborn and...Freddy has to admit he tends to know better. When Freddy's experience is of greater benefit, he expects the other one to stand down. For now though, it's Lawrence Dimick wielding the kitty key.]

No smell.

[Says the observant cop. Still sometimes a lack of odor doesn't mean shit. That's why Freddy's getting his gun out, Larry may be going in first but this tough guy's got his back.] Ready.

Not yet.

[Key slips right on into the lock. There's no mistaking this is the place.]

Get your gun out. Just in case.

[Oh. Looks like the kid is way ahead of him. He does the same.]

Three. Two. [Click as the bolt retracts into the door.] One. [Larry turns the nob. Still no smell. And the place is dark. ]

There's gotta be a light in this place.

[Leaving the key in the door he gets a free hand to feel along the wall. Ah. There we go. Light.]

Holy cow.

I got it.

[Freddy manages not to roll his eyes over that veteran-to-rookieish comment. Larry's just being Larry and that's okay with him for now. Anyway gun out he slips around the doorway to press his back against the wall. Like a fucking professional, this cop.]

Get the--

[...light. The professional quickly drops away for one shocked Freddy Newendyke. Together the two sound their surprise in stereo.] Holy shit.

[Guns fucking galore. And plush animals?!]

[Because he's not the rookie he doesn't drop his gun with his jaw but the impulse is there. There is so much shit in here.]

It's like Santa's arsenal.

[Seeing as it's just them, Two Guns puts his one away.]

Is that a flamethrower?

[Over he goes to inspect.]

Christmas came early.

[Picking up his jaw is kind of hard to do. The kid makes sure the door behind them is locked before following the old man to inspect the goods. Shit that is a flame thrower. Is that some kind of disgruntled looking penguin toy?]

I told you she was different.

[Special. Hiding something. Whichever fits the bill. Freddy tucks his gun away to pick up what looks like a customized sniper rifle, sized for little girls.] Jesus what does she need a whole fuckin' artillery cache for?

You're different.

[And he means it. For now those brown eyes are on the kid who made this possible. Freddy's the one who befriends all kinds of people. Fuck, he's downright likable, ain't he? Even to gun-toting little girls.

His attention is now on that flamethrower. It looks a bit aged, maybe an 80s piece. Certainly not what the boys in 'Nam handled, not so far off though.]

Wow.

[The toys are completely disregarded. They don't matter.]

Beats me. Guess she had a bully or something.

[Stupid joke but he laughs anyway.]

Oh man would you look at the ammo. [A whole damn crate. And anyone can bet there are more than one kind of caliber in there.] We won't have to worry about that for a long, long time.

[Larry gets a brief look for that remark. Different, he sure is.]

I knocked down a couple jerks in my day. [Snort. Yes, talking like an old man he is.] But I sure as hell never needed ammo.

[The sight on this piece is still in perfect order. Put it down, Newendyke, don't act like they're toys. But they look like so much fun. Freddy sets the rifle aside to turn his attention towards the flame thrower.] D'you know how to use that thing?

[Freddy sure don't. Oh hey now, a whole fucking crate? Wait wait.] What if she comes back?

Well in case you need more than what you already have. Circumstances find themselves.

[That's where the gas goes in. The straps are naturally for portability. Uh huh. Uh huh.]

I haven't used one before but I can figure it out.

[Larry lifts up the pieced that obviously dispenses the flames.]

We'll worry about it when she comes back.

[There are so many other things to see. There are metal boxes begging to be opened. It is so much like Christmas.]

Would you look at this. [Settled together like a half a dozen eggs are grenades.]

Edited 2011-06-09 05:51 (UTC)

Hey hey hey watch where you're pointing that thing.

[In other circumstances Freddy would phrase his words in such a way only for comedic effect but the big hard thing he's pointing this time is genuinely dangerous. As for worrying about it when she comes back...the kid shrugs once. That totally works for him just find.]

Shit the kid didn't even have a job, whose milk money did she fuckin' jack for all this?

[He's looking around Larry's shoulder to the shelf of grenades.] It ain't even home made crap, it looks paramilitary grade.

Just one of these could get at least fourteen people's milk money, no contest.

[No lie looking over all of this threatens to make the old man hard. All this fire power and it's theirs.]

Holy fuck. It's enough power to challenge an army and it's all ours.

[The bear lumbers over to Freddy to throw an arm over his shoulder.]

[Freddy can't lie. He's gotten hard just looking at the inside of the SWAT van (and imagining those guys sweating under their gear and...yep).]

Hey you can't just take everything. I mean a little sure, but you're not gonna use everything all at once. That's wasteful or whatever.

[So says Newendyke under Dimick's arm, trying to talk some sense into them both even though he'd love to give that flamethrower a whirl.]

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