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“Hey here he is!” A cop cheers getting the attention of the other officers. All the officers start making their way to him happy to see he’s back.
“Didn’t expect to see you today, what a pleasant surprise!!” Another officer says
“What are you doing back in town so soon?”
“Grown tired of me already?” Ithro smiles and jokes, he greets and shakes a few hands as he walks through their office.
“Ithrotaalfurinn,” the chief of the MPD approaches him, “good to see you again, you’re always welcome here!! How can we help you, son?”
“Great to be back in town!” The elf shakes his hand, “I heard that the great officers here at MPD arrested one Glanni Glaepur.”
“Ah yes, that troublemaker of a criminal. Uh, do you have some business with him, he’s in the jail cell. After tomorrow he’ll be transferred to a large prison on the outskirts of town.” The Police Chief informs him.
“Hm, thanks for filling me in.” Ithro leans his head to the cell room's door and points in a wordless ask for permission. The Chief nods and the shorter man nods back in thanks making his way to the door.
Ithro’s footsteps echo down the dark hall of cells. Most of the cells are full with people, who are sticking their hands and arms out of the bars reaching for who knows what. There’s random chatter and some of the criminals recognize Ithro, they holler curses at him and shake the bars keeping them locked.
He reaches the end of the cell room where there are two empty cells and a scraping noise coming from the one in the darkest corner of the room, they should really invest in some lights. He stops and faces to peer inside the cell, at least his elven vision is good. The sharp scraping stops, and they both wait for the other to say something.
“I thought the whole point in being locked up here was so I wouldn't have to see you again,” a deep dark voice sounds from within the shadow of the cell. ”Ithrotaalfurinn” he announces. Some of the other criminals boo in the distance at his name. “You’ve got some nerve showing your face in Mayhem town, half the people here want you dead…”
“They’re all criminals I don’t care about them, I’m here for you”
“Little ol’ me?” Glanni gasps, “What could you possibly need me for?” He continues to carve on a piece of wood with a pocket knife.
Ithro reaches into his pocket and takes out a folded picture of the man he’s after.
“This clown, do you know him?”
Glaepur stands and saunters over to lean on the cell bars to get in the elf’s face, not even glancing at the picture.
“Alright, fine,” Ithro sighs and looks Glanni up and down as he puts the picture back in his pocket, “I can help you out here, I can uhh, lessen your sentence.
“Ooh yippie, I’m sure Santa will add you to his nice list this year, again.”
“What did they get you in here for this time? Glaepur?”
“Ohh you know the usual, a few shanks, stealing, drug distribution, grand theft auto, destruction of property,”he smiles, “I stopped listening after that.” Ithro sighs.
“The officers here love me- “Yeah cause you do their job for them” “-I’m sure we can come to a compromise”
“I am not gonna strike up a deal with you” Glanni raises his voice, then turns his head,“Not here” he breathes out so only Ithro hears.
“Glanni-“, Glaepur turns sharply to glare at him, “I cannot help you until we have a deal” he whispers to the taller man through the bars.
“Oh come on carrot stick, you and I both know: if I run, you’ll catch me.”
Ithro exhales and reaches for the lock of the cell to examine how he’s going to do this. Glanni takes a step back, Ithro hopes the prisoners don’t see this. He uses his strength to bend and break the lock quickly and as soon as the cell door opens Glaepur immediately grabs Ithro and puts his pocket knife to his throat.
“Dammit Glaepur!!” Ithro growled and was about to knock Glanni out when he spoke into his pointy ear “follow my lead” so the elf let it happen.
Glanni pushed Ithro carefully but roughly to put on a show for the criminals they walk by, who are cheering, wanting a piece of the action and encouraging Glanni to be violent. They get to the door that separates the cells and the police office, Glanni yanks it open and starts spewing a crap ton of empty threats.
“If you don’t back the fuck up I’ll gut him like a fish!!!” Glanni growled and spat. The officers reluctantly back away as Glanni starts crossing the room with Ithro in his grasp. They cross a police officer who has a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in the air, Glanni takes his cig and puts it in his own mouth as he nears the main entrance door.
All of a sudden Ithro sees something Glanni pulls out of nowhere, it’s a small dynamite. Ithro’s eyes go wide as Glanni brings it to his cigarette to light the explosive. Glanni grabs the door handle and throws the red dynamite across as the officers run and duck away.
Once Glanni pushes the door open he makes a break for it, pulling Ithro with him. They run away as they hear the explosion behind them, the elf turns his head quickly for a damage check.
“Oh don’t worry this one hardly does damage, just enough to break some glass or bust a door!” Glanni pants.
“You could’ve broken yourself out at any moment!” Ithro realizes out loud.
“Of course!! But using you to break me out was much more fun!!” Glanni cackles.