Hey guys! I'm trying to update faster with this story. And if you're reading my other story as well, I'll probably update that one around Wednesday. This chapter is I think the longest one I have so far! Once again, thanks to all the people that reviewed. It's encouraging to know people are reading it!
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And then Shawn proceeded to fall to the ground as if completely exhausted… which he was.
The chief cleared her throat. "Ahem. Mr. Spencer." Shawn scrambled to his feet and mock saluted.
"Yes, chief. I apologize for the epicness of my physic experience just there, the spirits were very clear in directing me in what to do. Not what to say. And they wanted me to tell you that the assailant wore a green hood and used a bow and arrow as his weapon. Not exactly the one I would have used, but I guess if you aimed it just right,"
Shawn pantomimed aiming an arrow, complete with the squinting of one eye. "I guess," He let the imaginary arrow fly.
"You could hit the bullet. Gus, would you rather choose a bow or a gun?"
Gus's face assumed a thoughtful look on it as he pondered the question. "Well, you can't dodge a bullet, but you can dodge an arrow. But, with a gun, once it's out of your hands, you can't shoot anymore. And even if you lose your bow, you still have the arrows and you can-"
Gus stopped himself and gave Shawn a stern glare.
"Shawn, I am not having this conversation with you right now."
"But you are."
"No, I'm not!"
Gus made the point of crossing his arms and angling himself away from Shawn with a huff.
"Yes you are." When Gus didn't respond Shawn sighed and looked at the chief. "Well chief, my delicious chocolate snowman over here does produce a good point."
Both Gus and the chief gave him an odd look but Shawn continued anyway. "Whoever this is must be very skilled with his choice of weapon." The chief shook her head as to dismiss the irrelevant facts beforehand.
"Very good Mr. Spencer." She then flipped open the file she had pulled out. "They call him the 'Vigilante' or 'The Arrow'."
Shawn shook his head in disgust and glanced at Gus, whose face was reflecting his. "No no no. 'The Arrow?' Really? Lame."
Gus nodded his head and made a little noise of confirmation. "Well, the officials of Starling City don't have time to worry about nicknames, as this vigilante is taking unorthodox methods to subdue his victims."
Karen concluded her statement and looked up at the two men expectantly. Shawn was puzzled.
The chief had said victims, but she had also called him a vigilante. "Chief, are we talking about a serial killer, or an angel sitting on Starling City's shoulder?"
The chief sighed and it seemed like she wanted to throw up her arms in frustration. "Both, really. His targets are usually people in high places with bad influences. Mob bosses, money embezzlers, and sometimes he even takes on high profile criminals like The Count or Shrapnel."
Shawn looked at her inquiringly. The chief shook her head and put up a hand.
"You probably haven't heard of them, but they have both killed a lot of people. But on a more important note, I will be sending Lassiter and O'Hara down with you to get you two situated, and then they will take the next plane ride back to Santa Barbara."
Gus cleared his throat and took a few steps forward. "Um, chief? How far away is Starling City anyway?" The chief flipped through a few pages to provide Gus's answer.
"About an hour from the nearest airport. Why? Is something wrong Guster?" Gus sighed and gave Shawn a stern glare.
"I have a… uh… family obligation coming up in a few days and I will have to be at my parent's house for a couple weeks. So I don't think I'll be able to make it."
Shawn shrugged. He had known Gus had a reunion, but he had just forgotten about it. "I sorry, but the mayor specifically asked for our assistance in this case." Gus sighed again.
"Well, I guess I'll have to miss out on this one." Then he brightened up. "Looks like you'll have to be solving this one all on your own Shawn." He said in a tone that said 'ha' and pushed past his friend to leave the station.
"I have to make my rounds." He said and walked through the door.
"Mr. Spencer," Shawn whipped around to face the chief. "I hope you can still complete this task without Mr. Guster…"
Shawn made a 'pssht' sound waved his hand. "I'll be fine chief. I'm just worried about Gus. Usually I'm there to rescue him on the 2nd week."
Seriously, he was worried about Gus. He was probably going to be murdered by one of the cousins when he was asleep and alone in his room and-
"Okay then, when you leave, could you tell Detective Lassiter and O'Hara to come in my office? I need to brief them about the mission. They will tell you everything else on the plane. Be at the airport at 12:00pm on Thursday for your flight."
Shawn mock saluted again and dipped his head. "Yes chief! 12:00 sharp!" He then spun on his heel and trotted into the busy section of the station.
"Lassie! Jules!"
He cried. Both detectives turned to look at him. "What do you want Spencer?" Lassiter asked gruffly.
"The chief requires your grumpy-pants self in her office. And your sparkly presence as well Jules."
Juliet grinned and started walking towards him. Lassiter did not grin and started walking towards him. Just as Lassiter was close enough to hear him, Shawn leaned over and said quietly.
"Hope you like planes Lassie."
Shawn grinned and kept walking, leaving a very confused, and very worried Lassie behind him.
Look at how long that is! I'm kind of proud of myself. I listened to the album "Lock me up" by The Cab while writing this and it is and awesome album. Symphony Soldier is good too. But anyways, thank you guys so much for reading this, your support really helps! Um… I don't know how to end this. Bye
