Devious Lick

Eternal Mayor Mickey

As he jumped out of the Cerberus heli in the lawn of Los Santos City Hall, Mickey felt his shoes splash mud all over his suit pants. He grimaced as he lifted one of his feet to look at the damage. Well, these shoes were ruined. Maybe the suit too.. Nothing the state account couldn't replace; he'd write it off as a business expense! He was still waiting for the Mayoral Heli Pad to be approved so he wouldn't need to worry about this type of problem. He really couldn't be bothered. 

People greeted him as he made his way quickly into the lobby of City Hall. He rarely greeted them in return; Mickey was a busy man. He had just finished observing the outcome of a local gang's most recent attempt at robbing the city vault, which had required the use of Whiplash One and Whiplash Two, the police force's overpowered fighter jets. Mickey loved those jets, and not just because every time they fired a missile, he got paid. No,no, it was the flying. Mickey loved to fly. And seeing those powerful beasts take off like rockets after their prey was just... chef's kiss.

Sitting down at the front desk, Mickey was able to sign in to the city app for duty as the Mayor, so people would know that he was available to them by phone... for 20 seconds, at least. He had paperwork to do, his least favorite part of his job as the Mayor. But budgets needed to be paid, legislation needed to be submitted and pending projects needed approval. All part of his daily work, boring as it was. He'd rather be doing a ride along with Pred, to be honest, but his Deputy Mayors had been hounding him all day to get on with his actual duties.

City Hall was emptying out after  another busy day in Los Santos. Judges and lawyers had been gone for hours now. The receptionists were were putting on their coats and closing down their computers. Mickey stood and stretched, deciding to continue his work from the comfort of his own office. With all of the new legislation he needed to go over, it was going to be another long night. Instructing security to lock up behind them, he gathered all his paperwork together and began walking to his office. He had keys to the door if he needed them, but he might just end up on the office couch again tonight. It was a regular occurrence at this point. He decided to call Peach, just to let her know he wouldn't be home tonight.

Ring, Ring.

"Hey it's me, Peach!"

"Hello, darling wife Peach, soon-to-be mother of my child." Mickey's tone was formal as usual with his wife, as he was with everyone who he called. He was trying, though. He genuinely wanted to try with Peach, he thought she was amusing and of course they were expecting a child together. But it wasn't easy for him; he was not a great speaker. He had been told, in fact, that when he spoke he sounded like an NPC from a video game. "I wanted to let you know I am working late tonight, so I won't be back to the manor anytime soon. I have legislation coming out of my ass at this point."

"Oh, really? Well, that's okay. I was gonna get off duty soon, but I might pick up another shift with Pred if you're not gonna be home."  

"If that's what you wish, just... don't overdo it with working. You're pregnant, after all."

There was a pause. "Oh yeah, no worries, Mickey. The city is pretty quiet tonight."

"Alright, I'm just making sure, I want you both to be safe."

"Oh, me and Pred will be fine, Mickey."

"No, not- I meant you and the baby, Peach!"

"Ohhh, right, right, right. Yes, of course we will be safe." He could hear a commotion in the background which sounded like Pred. "What do you MEEAAAN?" Peach called  in response. She came back on the phone. "Um, Mickey? I gotta go. But I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Of course. Goodbye, Peach"

"Byyyye..."

He put down his phone and sighed. At this point he was sitting in his office at his desk. He hadn't turned the lights on as he came in, busy on the phone with his wife. The light from the city streamed in through the windows behind him, But he decided he needed the desk light on as well if he was going to get to work. Clicking it on, he suddenly heard a booted step behind him as he was grabbed from behind, something sharp held to his throat. He froze, his hand close to the panic button under his desk; but at the slight pressure increase at his throat, he raised his hands in surrender.