Hit and Run

Kevin/Wesel was standing on a somewhat quiet sidewalk on a lazy Sunday afternoon leaning up against a building and whistling.

{Wessel?}

{Yes?}

{Tell me why we are here again?}

{The governor of Texas is in town this week and the higher ups want him infested. So we and by that I mean Ms. Lily and Ceta are going to hit him with a truck as he goes to the steakhouse on the corner.} With that Wessel pointed to the short brunette manically grinning from the front seat of a large brown pickup truck that had just pulled up alongside them. Wessel looked her in the eye nodding and when she nodded back he turned on his heel and started walking away his own care being blocked a few blocks away. At this point Kevin once again decided to pipe up.

{Ok so two questions. First how did you get the crazy whale lover to agree to be the driver for this? Second why are we even doing this? Didn't the last time our oh so intelligent leaders try this kind of plan it failed miserably? I'd like to not think you just set us up to be a tasty appetizer at our evil overlords next dinner party. That or you just fucking made someone else take that place at the table!} Wessel just smirked as the sound of screeching tires, and if you had good hearing a yell of "For the sacred blubber!", rang out behind him.

{I just told her the governor was going promoting a fried food product called blubber nuggets when we were last in the pool together. Also relax Kevin the Visser is off on some new mad science project according to the higher ups probably too busy killing scientists at a faster rate than they're replaced to notice. Besides the infestation attempt is just a cover anyways. Turns out the governor is going to a certain someone's party and the Sub-Visser decided this was a good way to create a vacancy for us.} He turned a corner walking a bit faster so as to not be noticed once the truck hit. Of course then he starts feeling an itch in the back of his head and has to briefly grip his other arms feeling like it was about to fly up and hit his left eye. He held it for a minute before he felt the anger in the back of his mind calm down.

{Look Kevin the bases are covered why are you so angry about this?} The left eye twitched as he kept walking.

{Damnit I'm cop so maybe I'm not happy that I was just involved in planning a clandestine hit and run! Maybe for at moments like this I realize despite the fact that most days we can just keep being a good cop that we are actually the fucking bad guy now! That I actually know very little about you as a person yet you keep trying to act like we somehow friends!} Wessel stopped walking and just looked ahead of him for a minute.

{You probably don't believe me right now but I don't want to be the bad guy. If I could just throw it all away and leave you know what I'd be perfectly happy to be a cop and just help people because you know what fuck the Yeerk Empire!} He could feel a strange warmth in his mind before Kevin responded.

{Fuck the Yeerk Empire!} Wessel grinned and resumed walking at a slightly faster pace.

{Fuck them twice!}

{Fuck them three times!} They were in a jog now grin even wider.

{Fuck them with a cactus!} They were almost in a run now. Upon spotting their car they jumped up sliding along the hood before doing a little fist bump both their mental voices shouting.

{FUCK THEM WITH THE SPACE SHUTTLE!} Slightly panting they open the car door and take a seat inside. They sat for a minute before Kevin spoke up.

{Look I'm still mad but I guess it feels weirdly good to hear that.} Wessel just smirks and starts the car driving off.