Caught! Chapter 3: Tank is booby trapped
By Annie
The phone rang two times before he answered.
"Yo." Surprise, surprise. Typical.
"Hey there big guy! Whatcha doin'?" Not that I expect him to answer, but ya know, manners and all that.
"Working. Whatcha need?" Huh, well la-te-da! So it's a one word answer, but it's still an answer.
"Now, don't be like that Tank. How do you know I need something? I could just be calling to hear the dulcet sound of your voice." Yeah right, like he'd buy that one.
"Bombshell." Damn. Ok, Steph, you can do this. He has no choice he owes you.
"Ok, ok you got me. I need help. Big time help. We're talking major here! This could have the potential to go FUBAR. I need a plan. I need reinforcements. I need muscle. Maybe some chains and shackles. And a cage. Yeah, that's good, a cage! That should hold her. Do you have a cage? Ohhh no, what I really need is a drink! Something to keep me calm. I need some booze here. I'm about to freak Tank! FREAK!" Whoosh. Oops, yeah that's the way to get his help. Way to go Steph.
"Umm Bombshell, are you done now?" Am I done? What the hell?
"I'm having a crisis here, Tank! And you ask if I'm done? No, I'm not done! You don't understand how serious this is. This is bad, Tank, bad. B-A-D. Bad." Forget the booze, I need donuts. No not donuts, birthday cake. Yeah, birthday cake. Yummy. Drool check.
"I get the bad part Steph, but you still haven't told me what you need help with exactly." Oh, did I leave that part out?
"Umm well you see… it's like this… I got a new file today… a really dangerous FTA. Yeah, really dangerous, really wiley this one. I'm gonna need all the help I can get bringing this one in, ya know." There we go, we'll play on the overprotective bodyguard angle. That should work.
"What's the skips name, Steph?" Uh-oh.
"What's in a name, Tank? Haha, I mean is a name really that important? It's just the level of danger, right? And trust me it doesn't get much more dangerous than this one." Yep, that's about right.
"Name, Steph." Well, butterfingers.
"OK, ok, fine. It's Grandma Mazur." Silence. Dead silence. And some more silence.
"Ummm, Tank? Are you still there?" Silence.
"Well, jeez Steph. I'd like to help you, but ya know, with Ranger being in the wind and all I just don't have the time. I'm sorry Bomber." Oh no he didn't. Drastic times call for drastic measures.
"You might want to rethink that big guy. I seem to remember a certain date. May 25th to be exact. And a certain man forgetting the importance of said date. And a certain friend helping said man remember the importance of said date." Damn, I think I confused myself there.
"Ah shit. You owe me, Tank. You forgot Lula's birthday, and I helped you remember. I even helped you get her the perfect gift, and THEN I covered your surveillance shift so you could take her out on the perfect date. And THEN I kept my mouth shut about it. Do you know how much trouble you would have been in if I had told Lula? Huh Tank? Do you? That's what I thought. Now I need help bringing Grandma in. And you are going to help or I'm going to spill the beans. Got it big guy?"
"Damn, that's dirty pool, Steph." Awww, poor baby.
"Desperate times, and all that. So, do we have a deal?"
"More like blackmail, but yeah I'll help. Meet me in the conference room at RangeMan and we'll come up with a plan." WOOHOOO!
"You got it big guy! I'm on my way!"
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