The Sheriff was bored. He had nothing to do. No one was breaking any laws and he hadn't had a good hanging in ages. Hood didn't seem to be popping up anywhere to ruin his plans but he guessed that was because he had no plans. Nottinghamshire was a calm and peaceful place. How on earth could he change that?
Maybe he should go for a ride, rile up the villagers and hopefully wind one up enough to get him arrested. Yes, that would be fun.
"Gisborne!"
"Yes, my Lord," Gisborne strode into his room, black boots thumping on the wooden floorboards.
"Get someone to saddle my horse. We are going to Locksley."
"May I ask why, my Lord?" Gisborne looked disgruntled.
"No, you may not. Now, go!" the Sheriff shooed him out of the door much to the man's obvious displeasure.
As the two trotted into the village, flanked by eight guards, they scattered the inhabitants from their daily business.
"Out of the way, out of the way. Sheriff coming through," Vaizey shouted, dispersing the villagers, "Hello, dear, how's the chickens?" he spoke to a doddery old woman who smiled at him.
"Oh, they're fine, my Lord. Nice of you to ask," she said, proud that he had remembered she kept chickens.
"Wow," the Sheriff whispered out of the side of his mouth to Gisborne, "Lucky guess."
"Yes, my Lord."
Riding further into the centre of the houses, the Sheriff began to bore again. He resorted to flicking his surrounding guards with bits of material from his cloak.
"Ah, hit," he smirked as one of the guards; he had hit on the ear, glared sourly at him. Vaizey gave him a little wave.
He looked back ahead and frowned as he something caught his eye. Now, that was new.
"Gisborne, why is there a blue box in the middle of Locksley village?" he questioned, one eyebrow arched.
"I don't know, my Lord," Gisborne too had noticed the odd structure.
"Hey, you," the Sheriff snapped at a passing woman. She stopped abruptly and looked at him, terrified. "What is that?" He gestured to the box and her eyes widened in fear.
"Er…" she said.
"What is it? Spit it out!"
"My Lord, no one knows quite what it is but it is magical," the woman whispered.
"Magical, eh?"
"Yes, sir. It belongs to a girl and a strange man. They both wear weird clothes."
"And where are they now?" the Sheriff inquired, curious.
"With Robin Hood," the woman replied, tentatively.
"Hood! I should've known!" Gisborne butted in.
"Quiet," the Sheriff silenced him.
"I would leave them be. They are both extraordinarily powerful. One of them dropped a magical instrument. It creates light with no fuel and makes awful buzzing noises. There are even voices in it!"
"Where is this instrument?" the Sheriff asked.
"Um…Richard Horn has it," the woman answered, hoping to escape now.
"Where does he live?"
"In that house," she pointed to a nearby stone cottage.
"Thank you my dear woman," the Sheriff nodded. Life seemed to be getting a little bit more interesting.
"Would you look at this, Gisborne?" the Sheriff cheered, gleefully. Flicking the silver object open and closed making it sing a tinkling tune. "It's amazing." He clicked several buttons on the pad and giggled like a child as the tool beeped and declared there to be 'No one with that number on record.' Guy of Gisborne looked less than impressed with Vaizey's new toy.
"My Lord, don't we have more pressing matters on our hands, such as how to get hold of the man and girl who own that." The Sheriff ignored him as usual and scrolled down a list of what seemed to be names: Andy, Carl, Chippy, Doctor, Keisha, Len, Mick, Mum, Viv and Zoe. He selected a random one and clicked on it. He was getting the hang of this thing.
Bring. Bring. Bring. Jackie groaned and pulled herself off the sofa and went to pick up her phone. The display read, Rose. What could be wrong?
"Hello, Rose-love what's wrong?"
"What the hell?!" a voice that sounded quite distant yelped on the end of the phone, "There's a person trapped in this thing!"
"Hello? Rose?" Jackie's brow furrowed as she heard scuffling at the end of the phone.
"What are you doing in there?"
"Doing in where?" Jackie retorted, thoroughly confused.
"I am the Sheriff of Nottingham so tell me what you are doing in this silver instrument!" the voice demanded.
"I am Jackie of London and what the hell are you doing with my Rose's phone?" Jackie shouted.
"She's from London!" she heard the voice whisper none too subtly at the other end to someone else.
"Turn it of, my Lord!" another, husky voice said, "We need to find Hood and those people." Hood? Jackie thought for a moment. Surely he couldn't mean Robin bloody Hood?!
"Fine." With that the phone went dead.
"Ok, put up rewards for whoever can find those two people. I want to know how they trapped someone in this…phone, was that what she called it?" the Sheriff pondered, "It is a very special weapon and they must be missing it. I believe the girl's name is Rose."
"Of course, my Lord," Gisborne sighed heavily and left the room.
"Hmm," the Sheriff tapped the tips of his fingers together, deep in thought, "Just think what I could do with that kind of power!"
Hehe! Now isnt Robin gonna be annoyed when the Sheriff pays more attention to the Doctor and not him! please review!
