06-23-2017, 04:04 PM
The cop patted a fist to his chest and let out another meaty burp. The road had grown blurry and he leaned heavily on the wheel, trying to squint closely at where he was going. He shook his head stiffly, trying to clear his thoughts and focus on the destination at hand. The little electronic tablet’s map was blinking brightly, denoting the latest item drop at C12. Mad Bull was close and inroute, and the streets of Mega City One were thankfully deserted.
“I dunno, seems like a long ways away…” he muttered, glancing down at the six-pack. In the bubbly haze of 100 year old beer, the mammoth man tried to think back on what the academy had said about drinking and driving. It had been decades since the seasoned officer had originally joined the force, and it took a fair amount of mental gymnastics for him to dredge up the old memories.
He belched loudly again.
“I’m pretty sure the Chief said it's ok if you’re a cop,” he drunkenly decided.
The slovenly officer slid his nightstick out of his holster and wedged its end into the door’s interior. The tonfa like grip held the wheel steadily in place as Mad Bull laid across the car seat, groping for the six-pack sitting on the floor of the passenger’s side.
The car lurched and swerved as he fiddled with the plastic rings.
“GODDAMNIT!” he bellowed as he walloped his head from under the dash board.
He rose, cursing angrily, retook his place in the driver’s seat and sat the cans in his lap. After removing his nightstick and returning it to his belt, he cracked open another not-so-cold one and began to sip.
The way ahead was clear, but the dense apartment blocks were beginning to grow less packed as the car approached the periphery. In the far flung distance, Mad Bull spied an odd but intriguing landmark.
“I dunno, seems like a long ways away…” he muttered, glancing down at the six-pack. In the bubbly haze of 100 year old beer, the mammoth man tried to think back on what the academy had said about drinking and driving. It had been decades since the seasoned officer had originally joined the force, and it took a fair amount of mental gymnastics for him to dredge up the old memories.
He belched loudly again.
“I’m pretty sure the Chief said it's ok if you’re a cop,” he drunkenly decided.
The slovenly officer slid his nightstick out of his holster and wedged its end into the door’s interior. The tonfa like grip held the wheel steadily in place as Mad Bull laid across the car seat, groping for the six-pack sitting on the floor of the passenger’s side.
The car lurched and swerved as he fiddled with the plastic rings.
“GODDAMNIT!” he bellowed as he walloped his head from under the dash board.
He rose, cursing angrily, retook his place in the driver’s seat and sat the cans in his lap. After removing his nightstick and returning it to his belt, he cracked open another not-so-cold one and began to sip.
The way ahead was clear, but the dense apartment blocks were beginning to grow less packed as the car approached the periphery. In the far flung distance, Mad Bull spied an odd but intriguing landmark.
Quote:Mad Bull moves from C20 to C14