Mother's Extensive Roadtrip: ...with the Po Po

[yucca_isnt_porn]

After Laini bailed on him in the RV, it was just one long event with Utah's po po. The condoms and explosives? Totally circumstantial evidence, much though the cops try to wrangle him otherwise. Even the inflatible sheep could've been that

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[foxy_l33t]

Sorry, Mother. But Laini did have a few things to set up before she was ready to attempt this.

Also- well, it may be trite, but there are less people around in the middle of the night, making jail breaks and other mayhem much easier to pull off.

Specially since the security in the station is not high tech enough for Laini to pull off this whole thing with her laptop. Drat it.

So, sometime around midnight, one of the officers coming in from the parking lot gets an invisable shadow following him into the station.

[yucca_isnt_porn]

"Hey Lloyd, any of those fritters left that your wife made?" Oblivious officer is certainly not noticing a shadow that isn't there. Our buddy Dave here, if his nametag is anything to go by, wasn't trained to deal with magic ninjas.

"Check the fridge in the breakroom, I don't know how many are left." Lloyd isn't looking up from his paperwork right now...and from the look of it, it's paperwork that has absolutely nothing to do with Darryl Roskow.

At this time of the night, there's about nine policemen total in the building, and it's an even bet a third of them are in the breakrooms.

[foxy_l33t]

It's a pity- hardly anyone is trained to handle magic ninjas these days.

Now, in another world/time, odds are Laini would do some doctoring of whatever coffee/drink was being served in the break room, and that would take care of a good many of the police officers without her having to do anything else. However-

The goal here is absolute ninja-ness. In, out, all records and traces gone as if they never existed. This includes Mother as well- and it does not include doctoring the coffee and dealing with either corpses or drug tests leaving behind evidence.

So, you're lucking out tonight, Black Mesa's Finest.

Lloyd doesn't have anything on his desk concerning Darryl Roskow, a Winnabago, or a certain golf course. But there are plenty of other desks, and Laini starts going over them one by one- empty ones first, surrounding it with an illusion and null-sound zone so no one has a clue she's searching the place.

[yucca_isnt_porn]

Plenty of other desks.

It's just Laini's luck though that one of the two desks with paperwork regarding the golf course, a Winnabago, and Darryl Roskow is occupied by a Barret T. Lirice. And Mr. Lirice there looks like a stickler for the rules, and not leaving his desk, if the size of his coffee mug is anything to go by.

Or the size of that bottle of whiskey he keeps hidden, which he is taking a slug from in a moment.

"Hey Peabody, what kind of felony charge would be appropriate for rigging the toilets to scream bloody murder?"

"....hell if I know."

"...Pete better get back from the bathroom soon....Christ, did he fall asleep in there?"