Hey, Grimmjow… are you up?
I don't think he is…
But his eyes are open.
Guys, he sleeps with his eyes open…
Whatever, Tia. Like we care. Wake up, Grimmjow! We need to talk.
Grimmjow rolled over and blinked a few times. Only to find Szayel and Nnoitra staring directly at him.
"What?" He asked them. "What do you two want?"
"Well, it't about six at night now… You sleep all day long." Szayel began, with a small smile on his face. "I was thinking that maybe we should try and get out of here."
"Here? Jail? Come on guys, it's rather nice don't you think?"
"No. It hardly nice." Szayel grouched, crossing his arms, "I want to get back to my Palace and my current project. Simple Hollows don't live forever you know."
"You're sick.. Anyway…what does Tia say about all this?" Grimmjow was not getting in on any escape plan until he had direct orders from the Third Espada.
"She said go ahead."
"No… I said, lets all talk it over first." She corrected Nnoitra who did a very good job at playing hard of hearing. "Once we are all up, we will discuss it. And since Grimmjow is wake, we can begin our discussion. Now what does he whom just woke up have to say."
"I have to say that this might not be a good idea. As long as we are in here, we don't have to worry about being attacked by a soul reaper… and Mr. Sick-o over here attacking them."
"I do not appreciate the naming, thank you very much." Szayel scowled, "As you don't see the point in attacking Soul Reapers your self. They are far beneath us all. If they didn't exist, the world would be a much better place, no? Do you remember when you were a plain hollow and they would attack you for no reason at all?"
"Of course I do, but their job is not all that horrible. I just did not wish to be forced out of the body I was given."
"Neither did I." Szayel said, "and that is why we must kill them."
"But… On another note," Tia wearily hopped into the conversation. "If they keep cleansing Hollows, there will be none to rival for the title of Espada."
"True…I think you are on to somet-"
All four Espadas let out along sigh as the far wall of the police station was blown to bits.
"Soul Reapers…." Grimmjow muttered, just wanting to get back to sleep, having been up almost three days straight. "Why won't they leave us alone?!"
"Like I care." Nnoitra muttered, still a little sour over the fact the police took his precious sword. His Santa Teresa.
"If any of you lay a hand on them," Tia cut in seeing Nnoitra and Szayel share a glance. "I will make sure you are both demoted."
"Ew…" Nnoitra made a face. If he were demoted, he would have to answer to Grimmow.
"I am so not taking orders from a talking glass tube." Szayel muttered, stealing the bottom bunk before Nnoitra had the chance.
"Why don't we just sit here?" Tia suggested, watching the door from the other side of the room, leading from the main offices, burst open.
"The police will take care of this…Not like they can see them… But…whatever."
Grimmjow glanced at the three Soul Reapers whom drew their swords to slice through the bars of the jail cells. He glanced at the police who now had their guns drawn and ready to fire. "Wow… Free bodyguards.. I like it."
"And…" Nnoitra yawned, watching what happened next. "Guns beat Soul Reapers."
"Not quite…" Tia observed, watching one of the Soul Reapers climb off the floor, full of bullet holes. "She's gonna level this place if she-"
The Soul Reaper released her sword and the whole police station fell inward.
