The Grand Battle [Game Over!]

Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.

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Larry finally relented and left the store. It seemed the moving vacuums were essentially harmless, and whoever had been responsible for that ominous voice had apparently made an exit.

A younger officer greeted him as he left.

"Um. Sorry for the mess, sir..."

"Never mind," he grumbled. "Whatever it was, it's gone now. I guess we'll just see if it surfaces again."

He heard the radio in his squad car crackle. He sighed, and picked it up. This probably wasn't going to be good news, either.

"Larry, I don't care what the hell you're doing right now. We've got a situation, and we need all the cars we can spare there on the double. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, Chief. The, uh, 'perp' got away, but it doesn't seem to have done any real harm."

"Like I said, I don't care. You can tell me about it after we deal with this lunatic... or maybe two lunatics. Hard to tell right now, but there's two people fighting, and one of them is definitely dangerous. I'm already on my way there, we need every single officer we can get. Got that?"

"Got it." He sighed, and relayed the Chief's orders to the rest of the squad.

Then he noticed there was someone in the back seat. He turned to face the hitchhiker.

"What the hell? What do you think you're doing, buddy? This is a police car, not a taxi!"

Bob Luther grinned at him. It made the man nervous.

"Do you really have time to kick me out right now? I think your chief wants you to hurry to the scene, after all, and I can put up quite a fight if I'm in the mood."

Larry swore under his breath. "Fine. Whatever. It's not like I don't have enough problems today as it is."