FAKE Triple Drabble: Suspicious Incident
Title: Suspicious Incident
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OC.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee and Ryo’s car gets a flat.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Spike’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
“Whelp, looks like we got a flat tire.” Dee kicked moodily at the offending object.
“Again?” Ryo got out of the car and walked around to join his partner, staring at the rear wheel on the driver’s side. Sure enough, the tire was deflating. “How’d you manage that?”
They’d gotten into the car in the parking lot, Dee had put it in reverse, there’d been a jolt, followed by a suspicious hissing noise…
Dee crouched down by the rear wheel and examined it. “Huh! Looks like we ran over some kinda metal spike.”
“That seems a bit… suspicious, don’t you think?” Ryo bent over to take a look himself.
“You boys alright there?” a voice asked behind them.
They turned to see a man in maybe his early fifties, dressed in mechanic’s overalls and standing beside a tow truck.
“Oh my, just look at that. Looks like you got ya a flat. I could change ‘er over for ya if ya like, have ‘er done in a jiffy. Twenty bucks, how’s that sound? Cheaper and quicker than callin’ roadside assistance. Have ya on your way in no time.”
There was no way a mechanic showing up was any kind of coincidence. Dee plucked the metal spike from the tire and the car sank onto its wheel rim. Holding the spike up, he examined it.
“Lucrative business, is it, puncturin’ tires then offerin’ to fix ‘em for a price? Whaddaya do if the driver doesn’t have a spare? Offer ‘em a replacement at a discount? If we checked your truck, would we find more of these?”
The mechanic shrugged. “Guy’s gotta make a livin’.”
“And now you’re gonna get yourself arrested, probably earn yourself a nice, fat fine. You’re guilty of causin’ criminal damage to private property and committin’ fraud. Makes you a conman.” Dee flashed his shield.
The man blanched. “Wait a minute… You’re cops?”
“Yep!” Dee grinned viciously. “And before my partner cuffs ya, looks like you got a tire to change, free of charge.”
“Okay, I’ll change your tire, but ya don’t gotta arrest me!”
“Yeah we do.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OC.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee and Ryo’s car gets a flat.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Spike’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
“Whelp, looks like we got a flat tire.” Dee kicked moodily at the offending object.
“Again?” Ryo got out of the car and walked around to join his partner, staring at the rear wheel on the driver’s side. Sure enough, the tire was deflating. “How’d you manage that?”
They’d gotten into the car in the parking lot, Dee had put it in reverse, there’d been a jolt, followed by a suspicious hissing noise…
Dee crouched down by the rear wheel and examined it. “Huh! Looks like we ran over some kinda metal spike.”
“That seems a bit… suspicious, don’t you think?” Ryo bent over to take a look himself.
“You boys alright there?” a voice asked behind them.
They turned to see a man in maybe his early fifties, dressed in mechanic’s overalls and standing beside a tow truck.
“Oh my, just look at that. Looks like you got ya a flat. I could change ‘er over for ya if ya like, have ‘er done in a jiffy. Twenty bucks, how’s that sound? Cheaper and quicker than callin’ roadside assistance. Have ya on your way in no time.”
There was no way a mechanic showing up was any kind of coincidence. Dee plucked the metal spike from the tire and the car sank onto its wheel rim. Holding the spike up, he examined it.
“Lucrative business, is it, puncturin’ tires then offerin’ to fix ‘em for a price? Whaddaya do if the driver doesn’t have a spare? Offer ‘em a replacement at a discount? If we checked your truck, would we find more of these?”
The mechanic shrugged. “Guy’s gotta make a livin’.”
“And now you’re gonna get yourself arrested, probably earn yourself a nice, fat fine. You’re guilty of causin’ criminal damage to private property and committin’ fraud. Makes you a conman.” Dee flashed his shield.
The man blanched. “Wait a minute… You’re cops?”
“Yep!” Dee grinned viciously. “And before my partner cuffs ya, looks like you got a tire to change, free of charge.”
“Okay, I’ll change your tire, but ya don’t gotta arrest me!”
“Yeah we do.”
The End