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[grenadeball]

WHO: Tank Girl and PEOPLE TRYING TO ARREST HER
WHERE: The factory space she bought to build the Zeppelin, a little outside of the city.
WHEN: Friday night.
WARNINGS: GUNS, FIGHTING, GUNS
SUMMARY: See above.
FORMAT: Either or!

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[shawnedium]

Shawn knew how to track them down. He had not had a failed case yet in his short run as head psychic of Santa Barbara and he was determined to prove himself to the City police department. How else was he going to get his jollies off if they turned him down at every second?

He was still curious about the Joker case, but Tank Girl was readily available. The tank was a dead giveaway. It was a matter of following the destruction and thinking like an anarchist slash hippie lady who wanted a good time.

Because he seriously could not see what else her motive would be other than, "I want to fuck around and have a good time and laugh at the police while I do it."

Shawn called for back up when he found Tank Girl's factory and hopefully they would not bail out on him. Lassiter had been handy so far, or well, at least back home.

Stupidly or maybe he was smarter than he looked--you decide--Shawn knocked on the front door.

[grenadeball]

"ONE ARMADILLO!"

Magnum gunshot, through the door.

Somewhere around kneecapping height - though (fortunately?) missed, if only by a little.

Oh good lord they were coming. Yes yes yes.

[shawnedium]

He heard it as soon as it left her gun. He dived to the left, screaming "WOAH". With his entire body against the wall, he glanced at the door.

"I COME IN PEACE."

[grenadeball]

"TWO ARMADILLO!"

Five more gunshots, punching straight through the door, walls.