A New Scheme...

[Holly Short]

"Grub, please get out of my flat now."

Holly snatches the water from her nightstand, and drinks deeply.

"Thanks, Corporal. Wake me in four or five hours."

[Grub Kelp]

Grub stares stupidly for a moment before his tired brain makes sense of her request. He starts to leave, but suddenly spins on his heel when she tells him to wake her in four or five hours.

"What am I? Your alarm clock?" he squeaks incredulously, "Maybe I'll send the commander in to wake you up. How does that sound?"

Grumbling under his breath, he storms out of the flat...or tries to. He ends up tripping and falling down the flight of steps outside, causing a horrible racket on his way down.

"I'm okay..." he whimpers a few moments after the crash.

[Holly Short]

"Alright, that's it. Do you want me to come down those stairs, and knock your blinking-block off? If you don't, then just wake me up."

Holly rolls back over, hoping Grub will agree.

[Grub Kelp]

"You can't knock my blinking block off!" Grub shouts from his place at the base of the steps, "I'll tell my mommy and she'll knock your blinking block off! If you weren't a girlie, I'd hit you myself."

Of course, this is far from being true. Grub has never hit anyone in his life. He can barely bring himself to strike an unruly convict with a buzz baton. Perhaps lack of sleep has given him the bravado and the audacity to challenge Holly. It's the only logical explanation at this point.

[Holly Short]

"I'm just kidding. Your over reacting, I'll wake myself up, don't worry."

Holly turns back over and falls back into a deep sleep.

[Grub Kelp]

"Good. Be thankful you're kidding, because if you weren't, I'd send my mommy after you," Grub's feeble threat trails off as he can't find the energy to get up from where he's fallen. Maybe just a few moments of rest will give him a second wind...

[Holly Short]

Holly falls back asleep, punching and kicking invisible targets. Pretending she was getting more medals, she mumbles a little bit. Holly was not also known for her manners, while she was asleep, she was farting loudly and laughing about it. That proved that she wasn't an ordanary female elf.

[Grub Kelp]

So much for a second wind. Grub startles as a vehicle swerves off the street and crashes into a lamp post right outside Holly's door. If the crash does wake her up, nothing will. Grub gets up and approaches the crash scene to find out exactly what's going on. An obviously drunken Atlantean staggers from the cab.

"Sir, driving under the influence is illegal," Grub informs him sternly, "I'm afraid I'll be taking you back to Police Plaza with me."

"But I haven't been drinking," the Atlantean replies, his speech slow and slurred, "All I've had tonight is water--nothing else. I promise."

"We'll just see about that," Grub mutters impatiently, cuffing the Atlantean and escorting him back to Police Plaza, "A few simple tests will verify whether or not what you say is true."

[Holly Short]

It's seven 'o' clock in the morning. Holly wakes up to the artificial morning light, scratches her rear, picks up a cup of coffee, and grabs her LEP uniform and scurries out the door. She bursts into the Ops Booth to talk to Foaly.

"Alright, Foaly. What does that Pasty-Faced Mud Weasel want this time? This had better be good."

[Foaly]

"He wants me to fix a computer of his," Foaly replies, never taking his eyes off his screens, "All you have to do is go topside to get it and bring it back here. I know it's not anything exciting--more like an errand of sorts--but at least it gives you an excuse to go to the surface, right?"

[Holly Short]

"Good point. But I hate having to be around that sniveling pasty-faced Mud Weasel! He's a jerk! He captured me, and I don't wanna have to affiliate with him!"

Holly crosses her arms in frustration.

[Foaly]

"Okay, our other option is to give him fairy technology," Foaly replies, drumming his fingers on his desk, "I think I'd rather fix his stoneage piece of junk than to do that, wouldn't you?"

He strokes his chin thoughtfully for a moment, then glances up at Holly with a clever smirk. He stares at her for a moment before he speaks whatever is on his smart-aleck centaur brain.

"Of course, we could always send someone else topside and stick you on traffic patrol with Grub Kelp for the day," he snickers, "If you'd rather do that instead."

[Holly Short]

"No, no! I'll do it. I'm not going to talk to him that much though. He's a little snot-nosed jerk!"

Holly runs to the nearest shute and jumps in the shuttle, heading for Fowl Manor.

"Alright, Artemis. I'm here, give me your junk so I can get this over with."

[Grub Kelp]

No sooner has Grub booked the drunken Atlantean when another one turns up. This time, it's a gnome who can't even walk a straight line. The corporal grudgingly arrests him and takes him in as well, muttering and griping under his breath.

"I work the nightshift, I'm up all night, and now I'm working overtime arresting a bunch of drunks," he huffs in annoyance as he fills out the paperwork, then he retreats to the lounge for a bit of a breather and some water.

[Holly Short]

"Oh, quit whining! It could be worse you know."

Holly scoffs at the whiney younger brother of Trouble Kelp.