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Itzal smiled back at her, then picked up his mug of tea and took a sip. "You seem very cheery today. Seems that break did you a world of good." He commented, turning back to his desk and picking up a stack of papers. After setting them in their place, Itzal turned back to look at Evelyn.
"Well without all the stressed of you and being put in multiple near death situations I was able to breath. Oh and I'm a little bit high. Just a bit to keep my nerves down." She shrugged. "I also may end up getting a record deal. I really hope so. Do me a lot more good."
"Huh." Itzal nodded slowly and picked up his mug. "I don't think you should be coming to work like that, but okay." He took a quick sip and set his mug back down. "Well, congratulations. I hope that goes well for you." Itzal gave her a smile.
"Shush. I will not let you ruin my good mood." She held up her middle finger, and looked up to see the Chief motioning for them. "Ah yes an assignment."
Itzal rolled his eyes, then noticed the chief and stood up. "I wonder what fun-filled assignment we've got to do today," He muttered, walking towards the chief.
"Hopefully nothing to bad." She said as she followed and sat on one of the chairs across from his desk, awaiting to see what assignment they'd receive. (I'll let you come up with something)
"Yeah." Itzal agreed, sitting down in the other chair. The chief looked between them, then leaned forward.
"Here's your assignment." The chief handed Itzal a piece of paper, then leaned back and grinned at them. "Good luck." Itzal looked at the paper, which had an address and a list of instructions.
"You want us to break into this place and arrest Mycah Harrow," Itzal said slowly, not believing what he was reading. "You're kidding, right? They're crazy!" The chief merely shrugged and motioned them to get going.
"You mean THE Mycah Harrow? That guy who just lets cocaine sit around,multiple domestic abuse cases, and who knows what he uses those furry suits for. Walked into the woman's shower at the gym he got kicked out multiple times, like that guy? That's something for the big fish. Not us! We're little guys! Do we even get a weapon." He sighed and handed Itzal a police baton. "And you Evelyn just…do what you do best. We heard about the window drop yesterday. Luckily he landed in a garbage bin and only broke his leg. Now. Go." Evelyn stood up and rolled her eyes. "The day I come back we gotta catch the biggest nut job in town."
"No, I mean the Mycah Harrow with a few speeding tickets." Itzal gave the chief a glare and twirled the police baton around. "How the hell are we supposed to arrest Mycah Harrow with this?"
"Figure it out. You're a smart guy." The chief shrugged and waved them out. "Now get going." Itzal sighed heavily and stood up.
"I'm beginning to think you want us dead," He grumbled as he walked out. What was the chief doing, sending them after Mycah? He was pretty sure half the stories about them were made up, but still… they were very dangerous.
(Hey so can Mycah be from Florida because…Florida Man. C'mon. With how nutsy this guy is we just gotta have him in a Hawaiian shirt and a bad sun burn)
Evelyn shrugged, and reached into her boot, pulling out a pocket knife. "A banger and a pocket cutter. Great. Also before you start going on about chief and what not, he lets me keep this on me. For self defense. Also if it's such a big whacko why is it only us two? There's other units and more coppers on the force!" She groaned and looked up. "Why why why. I was having a good day."
(Sure! That'll be hilarious!)
"Fine. And I don't know. I really think he wants us dead." Itzal glanced back at the chief's office with an annoyed look on his face. "I mean, any other time he's tried to send huge units out on Mycah, they end up losing them or getting killed or both. I guess the chief is just trying something new." He looked over at Evelyn and shrugged slightly.
"We're gonna motherfucking die. Start writing your will now. Coz. We're doomed." She nodded once promptly. "Gonezo. Dead meat."
"Yeah." Itzal nodded. There really didn't seem to be another way this could end. After all, it was the two of them against Mycah and whatever crazy army they had with them. "Do you know anywhere we could get slightly better weapons, to give us even a tiny chance of making it out alive?" He asked, his brow furrowing slightly.
"This is not the time to ask dumb questions." She called up a number. "Hey Ritchie. Yeah yeah shuddup. Chief set me and my Partner to go take down Florida Man. Yes. THE Mycah. All we've got is my little dude and a banger. Uhuh. Yes backup would be fantastic. No no no don't call Evan don't do that-oh fuck you. Get us some weapons, no guns or anything. Get me Louisville slugger. WHAT??? Fine get me the other one then. Yeah. Right at his house." She hung up and looked at you. "Looks like I'm turning ya bad." She smiled cheekily.
Itzal's lips curved into a small smile. He'd been hoping that Evelyn would have some more weapons. He listened to her talk, lips twitching as he tried not to smile too much. Listening to her talk was a bit funny, though, and he really had to work at not smiling. When she hung up, he tilted his head at her slightly. "Well, being 'bad' is certainly better than being dead." He shrugged. "What are we getting? And are there any actual people coming along, or just weapons?" He hoped it was just weapons.
(I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS! I'm soooo sorry!)
"My sister is coming. Ya know, the wrestler? Best damn backup I can get. But a small hand gun for you. I'm sticking with my baseball bat. Guns scare me if I'm gonna be honest. I always feel like I'm gonna do something REALLY dumb and end up shooting myself. I trust you enough with it. Don't worry it's just a small 6 shooter pistol. Nothing super big and scary." She smiled and nodded. "Can't believe a guy like this exists. How the hell is he still alive?"
( You're good. To be honest, I kinda forgot about it to, so… :)
"Ah, okay." Itzal nodded, hoping Evelyn's sister wasn't too crazy or anything. "Oh, thank you. Now, so we have to go anywhere to get these weapons?" He asked, once again hoping the answer was yes. "Oh, gods, I don't even know. I do know that the chief's been trying to get them for a long time, though. I guess he finally snapped and decided death missions are the only way."
"Naw we don't, they'll drop it off. Also all he gave was…THAT. That couldn't kill a bug. Like if he wanted us to get the dude he'd give us better friggin weapons. We gotta kill him with the baton. If we get him with the gun, boss will get suspicious and then we're screwed."
"Okay. Where will we have to go to pick it up, then?" Itzal asked. He was getting a little nervous about this whole thing, but it was better to have some suspicious weapons than die. "Yes, well, first of all, I think the chief wants us to bring in Mycah alive, not dead. And we can just use the gun for any of their henchmen."
"He's one crazy dude my friend. And if you were listening, they're gonna drop it off at the dudes house. Idiot." She rolled her eyes and went back to staring out the window, waiting for them to finally get there. "Really do wish you'd learn to gun the gas a little." Eventually they got there. There stood Clara. 5'10, and packed with muscle as her black hair ran down her back. Her motorcycle was further down the street, locked up in front of a library. She held the pistol and baseball bat, sitting on the curb, waiting for us. Evelyn quickly got out as soon as the car was parked, and sat down next to Clara, taking up the baseball bat. Clara wore a white t-shirt, a leather jacket, ripped up jeans, and steel toed black boots. She also wore dark sunglasses to hide her eyes. "Claire! Good to see ya sis." Evelyn did a few test swings with the bat as Clara's stone cold bitch face glare cracked a smile. "It's good to see you too Rose." She rustled Evelyn's bright pink and green hair.
"Yep." Itzal agreed, ignoring the rest of her sentence. He was driving as fast as he dared, and shot Evelyn a little glare when she commented about how fast he was driving, but said nothing else. When they got there, Itzal parked the car, waiting a few seconds before getting out as well. This whole thing felt really sketchy, but it was already happening. Too late to stop it now. He walked around the car slowly, doing a quick once-over of Evelyn's sister. She looked quite intimidating, and he simply opted for a smile.
Clara nodded once over to him and handed him the gun,when suddenly a rifle shot went off, and the bullet whizzed past them. Clara and Evelyn took to the ground and army crawled to over behind the bar. The guy standing there has orange whispy hair,and one blue eye. The other eye was glass and it constantly swiveled around. He wore a bright green Hawaiian shirt,no under shirt, cargo shorts and of course socks with sandals. If anyone could see below the waist. The crazed lunatic was standing at a second story window, and reloading his gun as the two girls waited for Itzal the Giant.
Itzal accepted the gun with a grim smile, and was opening his mouth to thank her when the gun went off. He dropped to the ground and glanced quickly to where the shot had come from. Finding that the guy was reloading, he quickly made his way over to the girls. "Um… What's your guy's plan?" He asked, looking at the guy again and wrinkling his nose. This was turning into the perfect day. First he was accepting some sketchy help, and now he was getting shot at.
Ciara and Evelyn both shrugged. "Uhm run and hope?" Clara rolled her eyes. "Yeah if you want to die. Do you have any plans?" She said with annoyance in her voice,looking at Itzal.