STRIS Bits

Disobeying never hurt this much

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He was exhausted! After a long day of intense training in the morning and fighting crime in the afternoon, his body begged for a long warm shower and peaceful sleep. His brain was shutting down rapidly and his eyelids became heavier and heavier by the second. The body aches, pain, swelling...

He was dragging his feet out of HQ and into the parking lot. Just the thought of climbing up his bike and putting on the helmet was draining. He kept complaining and groaning silently when suddenly...

BZZZZT

BZZZZT

"Luca, buddy! Rain check on those beers!"Street said out loud, dissing his cellphone altogether. He limped while softly rubbing his forehead, trying to calm the constant throbbing.

He finally made it to his bike and immediately swung his leg over.

"AHHH" he groaned in pain as he remembered how hard the suspects had kicked him, after being jumped by the other. Never a good thing to get hit in the groin, especially after leg day!

He took a deep, deep breath, then with all his strength swung the helmet onto his head and began strapping it in.

BZZZT

BZZZT

"No, Luca! Quit it!" he whispered to himself, annoyed. He found out the hard way how painful it was to get a bike helmet on when sporting cuts and bruises on the face. Ouch!

Just as he was about to get the key into the ignition, he felt the vibration of the cellphone again. With a heavy sigh he dug into his backpack for his keys. He was really getting annoyed at his friend's insistence and angry at himself for getting so banged up.

"Hey Street!" Luca called approaching him

"Luca, I'm tired, bro. Just give me rain check, ok?" he said sounding extra tired, squinting his eyes, feeling his ribs ache badly.

"Rain check for what? You look awful, dude! Go home and rest!" Luca said surprised

"Wait! You weren't texting me to go for beers?" Street asked confused

"Nah, my phone died like an hour ago. The port got messed up, so it wont charge either! I'm heading to the store now to get a new one." he explained as he continued forward

What? If it wasn't him, then.. who? Oh no! Chris! he thought as he panicked

"You ok, dude?" Luca said stopping mid way to his truck, which was just three cars to his left.

"I'm so tired, Luca! It's not even funny!" Street lamented, speaking slowly

"You went at the perps with all your might, man! Don't do that again! Taking on two former combat officers and a street fighter is a no-no, Street!" Luca called as he continued on

"I didn't have a choice!" he complained, resting both arms on the handles of the bike. He tried moving forward to rest his forehead on his forearm, but his back and ribs hurt so bad!

"You always playing tough guy!" Luca said, "Anyway, say hi to sis for me."

"Right!" Street said, going for his phone, while Luca got in his truck and sped away.

He was so tired that even getting the phone out was a mission. Geez! What is wrong with me? Everything hurts! he thought annoyed, as the pain incremented exponentially.

"Hey Street! Wait up!" he heard Hondo call a few feet away

Just the person he DIDN'T want to see! Their argument after the mission was so intense that Deacon had to hold Hondo back as Luca did the same with Street. Turns out Hondo was not impressed by Street's acrobatics and called him apart from the group to remind him of procedure. Let's just say the ride back to HQ was dead silent!