Christy's - Fine Tea and Delicious Pastries

[Tidomann]

A hussar descends from the skies, siren blaring as it landed across the street. The younger constable rushed out his hatch, weapon in hand. Running up towards the broken down building, he took cover near one of the construction machines.

"Clear out! This is no place fer yeh!" Ames shouted at the workers who were still bringing out various items out of the shop. "What the bloody hell are you doing?! This buildin' is under police jurisdiction now! Get off your workin' butts and sod off!" Jensen peaked around the large machine to look at the shop, only to be met by a few blank stares.

What the 'ell is going on here.

It was then that Bruce finally caught up with Jensen in his flurry of duty. "Relax Ames, everything is under control."

Jensen, weapon in grip looked at Bruce with utter confusion. By this time the spooked workers dropped what they were doing to use the opportunity as a break. The man in charge obviously outraged began yelling at the workers while they tried to explain Ames' outbreak. "We can't do nuttin', that crazy cop over there's telling us to bugger off!"

Jensen looked over at the construction worker, before returning his bewildered gaze to Bruce. He started storming over to the workers before Bruce caught him on his shoulder. "Don't do anything rash, now."

Jensen holstered his weapons, and brushed off Bruce's grip. "What do you mean rash!? You're the one who called in for backup. 'Officers, we have terrorists now shacked up at Christy's, there were shots fired, and we have an officer down.' So when I get 'ere, and see this you better well do some damn explaining."

Now Jensen stared at him with anger in his eye, while Bruce had the bewildered stare. "What are you talking about Ames? I said 'Officers, we have terrible news, a shacked up Christy's, remember how the espresso shots would get you fired up? Thinking about it can really get an officer down now."

There was utter silence for five seconds, Christy stood there watching the entire ordeal. Too confused from everything that had happened worried that Jensen was about to fire off a few rounds into what was left of her store.

"Well you could be a little more specific Bruce! Bloody 'ell your always eatin' in your comms and-"
*SLAP*
Bruce was completely shocked- Christy had slapped Jensen square across the face. Grabbing his chin, he looked back at the women. "What was that for!?"
Christy glared at the constable, one hand on her hip, the other shaking a finger pointed straight at Jensen's face. "Didn't your mother ever teach you proper manners? You come here, gallivanting around yelling all about, and then you start disrespecting my poor Bruce? Shame on you."

Grabbing his face, all Jensen could do was point at Bruce with the other hand. Then pointed his finger at Christy... And then at Bruce once more before shrugging, and taking a seat on the nearest object.

It was then that Bruce took the time to explain the situation, munching on his newly commandeered scones. Taking the time to recall all the good memories he had at Christy's. Jensen could see the look in each of their eyes as they remembered the golden moments everyone had shared at the restaurant.

Jensen stood up, and stretched. "Well... Like you said to me before, you aren't a real constable till you've eaten at Christy's. Listen, all I can spare at the moment is 100,000 credits. And this'll leave me with an earful when I get home to the misses. So you both got some explaining to do on my behalf." He transferred the credits to Christy, who was once again tearing up.
"Now.. I've already laid down our jurisdiction here.. Why don't we start getting those civilians 'ere moved out."

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Hakatoa Yamota, Fuku-Honbucho in the Black Dragon Society