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“You know, I’ve seen some pretty freaky things,” the thief remarks conversationally.
Constable Robert swallows. He can’t see her face; doesn’t know who she is; but she sounds much too relaxed for someone he just snapped into handcuffs.
“I’ve been through a wormhole,” she continues calmly. “I’ve met people with heads like flies.”
Alright, so she’s not just a criminal; she’s also cuckoo.
He wishes reinforcements would arrive already. He’s never had to make a solo arrest before.
“I’ve seen alien stingrays, turning a whole world to sand.”
Belatedly, he snatches the mask off her face. She’s smiling.
“I’ve met a time traveler.”
Why does that face look familiar? He could swear he’s seen a picture, somewhere…
“A wet-behind-the-ears boy in blue? No offense, but I’m not impressed.”
And with that, she moves suddenly, yanking free of his grasp. Just for a second.
A second too long.
Because while he’s regaining his balance, a line drops from directly overhead, neatly hooking onto the handcuffs. Lifting her, smiling, right over his head; up, up, and away, until she disappears into…
Is that a flying bus?
…Maybe the thief isn’t the only cuckoo one here.
Maybe he should look into alternative careers.