fandomtownies | Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

It was one of those days at work. The kind where, yet again, Reno was going to lean back in the chair, prop his feet up on the desk, and waste time by making a few phone calls. First off, he'd have to leave some kind of shmoopy message for Rikku, naturally. And then call to tell Doji that yes, his clothes were back, and they could go to the zoo on Tuesday. He and Romeo hadn't had a chance to just hang out and be idiots with one another lately, so he got a call too. And maybe he'd wrap it up by calling Rude back home, just to see how he was doing.

That accomplished, he set his cell phone to cut directly to voice mail and resumed leaning back and doing as little as possible. Really, the last thing he needed was to get shot at over his own phone while he was here, too.

A while later, when he checked his messages, he had to stop, blink, and, of course, return them.

[Freelance Police HQ is open! Feel free to direct your wrong numbers to the phone thread here today, too. They'll probably result in gunfire.]

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Just because it's a wrong number doesn't mean the biting and kicking and firing of weaponry won't be amusing, right?

He's lazy! It's okay!

If they're there, naturally.

Sam burst into the office, gun drawn. "Don't touch that phone!" he barked. (Well, said.) "We'll need it to arrest the suspects!"

Reno blinked up at Sam, pocketing his cell and raising an eyebrow.

"Arrest the suspects?"

This was bound to get interesting, wasn't it? Reno was grinning. Heeey, work!

"We've got a case," Sam nodded. "There was a message on the machine. Perpetrators and drug-users and probably some loiterers. Loitering is an easy charge to stick. So I've been arresting people over the phone, but I think this calls for plan B."

... Okay, Reno would bite.

"An' what's plan B?"

This was going to be really, really good, wasn't it?

"Martial law," Sam said ominously. "We go out into the streets and enforce the curfew. Violently, if possible."

There really wasn't a curfew. That did not deter Sam. Why should it?

Blink. Blinkblink.

"You want I should get my baton for this?"

He already had it. It wasn't going to be a long trip, or anything.

"Sure!" Sam said. "The population is going to be unruly. They may not come peaceably, when arrested. That reminds me."

He left a quick message for Max (http://sonofmogh.livejournal.com/440.html?thread=30136#t30136), to tell him to meet them at Caritas. He frowned at his phone for a second, and then made another quick arrest call (http://stucklikadope.livejournal.com/821.html?thread=14901#t14901) just to be certain.

"It can't hurt to have more perps in custody," he said solemnly. "I advise you make a few calls, yourself."

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"That I can do," Reno mused, clipping his EMR to his wrist and pulling his phone out again, making a few phone calls of his own for good measure. "Lead on, boss."

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Max burst into the office, gun drawn. "Don't touch that phone!" he barked. "We need to go make ovens explode!"

Reno blinked up at Max, an eyebrow raised as he pocketed his phone. He was nothing if not obedient, after all.

"Ovens?" Hey. He didn't usually make appliances blow up, but if the boss told him to...

[DED. I AM DED.]

"The phones! The phones, they called to me! And some guy wants to blow up ovens!" Max squealed with glee. "And... you know, I thought, since my afternoon's kinda free anyway, I might as well."

"Hey, blowin' up ovens is as good a way to spend a day as anything," Reno noted. "You figured out how you're gonna go about it yet? Ain't like there's just one way to blow somethin' up, after all."

"I kind of thought I'd wing it," Max answered. "My best work is all improv."

"Hey. Makes sense to me," Reno agreed with a shrug. "You got any oven in particular in mind, then? Or you gonna just walk down the street and hit up the first place you find that might have one?"

Max raised an eyebrow at him. "Why bother with a plan, when random and wanton destruction is so much more fun?"

And at that, Reno was grinning.

"See, boss, this is why I like workin' for you guys, yo. We gonna just limit ourselves to ovens, then? That kinda seems like a killjoy, when you look at it like that."

I love phone-day to an unhealthy extent, yay!

Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

Phone!

Talk To Reno!

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