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brave police: j-decker | gunmax

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Ugh, it's always handcuffs!

Someone come and get me out of these things; Blurr slapped some kind of cuffs on me and I can't even move now.

What a pain!

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[Mayyyybe.]

I'm sure if it crosses his mind. Which, if I danced, it would.

[Yeah, sorry, that crude language is not stopping. The kids can learn early, right? Of course they can.]

You know how to dance?

[Now he's impressed. He doesn't have that programming!]

[He's pretty certain that this is the hallway, too. Your voice is definitely coming from somewhere down it, it's just too bad there are so many doors.]

I'm close, now. [He starts knocking on them.] Let me know when I find you.

I might.

[Probably. Gunmax likes to adapt and -- other things.]

Ugh, this is annoying.

[Gonna keep on shouting things. You might hear a THE END and a YOUR MAMA here and there, McCrane.

But you're a good sport.

Then, Gunmax hears the knock on the door.]

Ah! There!

I think I have to see that sometime.

[As long as there aren't any I love you, baby's, we're doing okay. But! This is the door!]

...

[There's a keypad.]

Do you know the combination? [Because he's just gonna push this green button and hope that it isn't locked.]

What? Why would I know the combination?!

Did he lock it?

[It seems to slide open, just fine.]

No.

No, he didn't.

[McCrane looks down.]

Is this one of these things we should be keeping from Deckerd?

[McCrane, you're his hero consistently, it seems.]

Eh. He already knows. And more than I wanted to say.

So. How about it? Wanna get me out of these?

He probably wonders how you end up in handcuffs so often, for a police officer.

[He crouches down, and picks up Gunmax's hands in the cuffs, looking them over. The design is completely foreign, but there aren't many buttons so one of them has to work.]

Why can't you move? [Because if that is a function of the cuffs, this might get tricky.]

You know, the first time was his fault. I don't hold responsibility for that at all.

[Gunmax remains completely limp, mostly because he has no choice.]

I'm not really sure. Blurr called them stasis cuffs. Can't you just break them?

Not even a little?

[Since you were being...strange, that day.]

I can try.

Or.

I can push this button.

[He presses it, and hopes that it's for cuff-release and not for, say, electroshock therapy.]

No. Not at all. I didn't do anything wrong that day, you know that!

[He huffs a little. Sure, that day had turned out well, but Kirisaki is still a sore spot.]

Well, I suppose you could.

[Fortunately, the cuffs open and Gunmax is released. The biker immediately rolls his shoulders and gets to his feet.]

Tch, that's more like it!

Thank you, McCrane.

You walked out while on duty.

[He chides, a little. It's a gentle chiding, but there it is.]

Try not to get in too much more trouble today?

Tch, had my reasons. I was sort of being accused for crimes and such while I was innocent.

[He knows. He doesn't take it personally, despite what it factors into.

Gunmax flashes McCrane a cocky grin.]

No promises.

I'm sorry for that.

[They'd have listened to your reasoning, he feels...but he also knows that you didn't know that at the time. It is understandable.]

At least call for backup before you end up handcuffed next time? [He stands, but keeps hold of the cuffs. These seem worth looking into, if they can keep Gunmax still.]

...It wasn't your fault. Ugh, can we drop this?

[He shrugs. Not a great topic at all.]

I dunno, I doubt anyone would have backed me up on this. Sometimes, you need to go solo.

[He stares at you for a moment...but then nods. It's been resolved already, anyhow.]

Better to ask forgiveness than permission?

Something like that, sure.

Anyway. Thanks for the help.

Any time.

[He pauses.]

I mean that.

[Even if he wishes you weren't so brash. He'll let you go along, though, if you've got stuff to do.]

...Hm. I know.

[McCrane's always been willing.]

You gonna get all sappy on me now?

No.

[He glances back.]

That job belongs to Deckerd.

[Oh, there might be some wry-ness here.]

However, if there is something you want to talk about, I'm available to listen.

So glad we agree on that.

[Deckerd, at least. He would be.

At the offer, though. Gunmax pauses and leans his head to the side. Then he frowns to himself.]

...

[Where this all boils down to. He knows why, but talking's never easy for him. Not about this.

Gunmax clenches a hand and looks away.] Feh. Nothing to say.

Deckerd wants me to meet with him. I should get going.

[So there is something. He had barely had a hunch before, but this...]

[When Gunmax looks away, McCrane reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder, watching him for a moment as if debating what to say.]

That offer is always open.

[His hand drops, and he nods.] I have my own work to return to. Good luck.

Appreciated.

See you later, hm?

[He knows. He can trust McCrane and he does, but when it comes to this sore subject...

Well. Frankly, Gunmax can't even talk to Deckerd about it.

He steps away, heading out of the temple.]

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