[Darkest Laugh]

The most sadness filled sigh came from Officer Layzee, for he seemingly would not get his drink. He walked out the door and back up to his cruiser to talk too Ragamuffin.

"I still don't know why you carry that realistic looking gun loaded with red paint balls around. And did you make sure to pay somebody while you were back there?"

Ragamuffin continued eating.

"I'll take that as a yes." He went to grab a burger, but Ragamuffin hissed so he pulled back, then slowly reached and grabbed it. He walked around to the driver's side door, about to get in, when he had realized that something horrible had happened. Something VERY horrible.

The back left window had been broken out, and there was tiny pieces of glass all over the ground. Stupid was laying on the back seat, unharmed, but whimpering, as if mourning either the loss of the window or his buddy because Jenkins was nowhere to be seen. All that remained was his trench coat, which was laying neatly where the car window once was, half hanging in, half hanging out.

Officer Layzee looked at this with much despair, for he would need to get the window fixed, and the repair shop was damn near a quarter-mile away. After a few seconds, Officer Layzee had made a realization that had puzzled him. Where were his handcuffs? Did Jenkins take them with him? Did Jenkins even get them off? If he didn't, then how would he get his coat off? All this questioning would not get his window fixed, so he motioned to Ragamuffin to get in the car and they were on their way.

"Is it okay if I stop at repair shop before I take you to the airport? It'll only take a second, I know this guy there that is a genius when it comes to cars and he'll get it done right the first time. Plus he's fast."