Unlikely Meetings

CHAPTER 8 - THE FIRE SPREADS

Max normally respected the police. The US Marshals were still in the same standing in this current instance, but the local police department were actively pissing him off. Seizing his pistol was understandable for evidence, but their threats to seize his other firearms went over as well as one might expect. "Please, I beg you to raid my property. I'll make Waco look like a picnic with how many bodies I'll stack."

His voice was calm even as Eli was trying to intercept and salvage the current situation at the police station. "I'm so sorry officer he doesn't mean that!"

"That'll be up to our investigators, ma'am. I don't see any reason that he should worry since his record up to this point is spotless but his reaction is a bit... extreme." The dalmatian anthro behind the counter just huffed as Max stared holes into his forehead and his jaw remained clenched. "It was a joke man c'mon."

"I'm not laughing." Max's brow furrowed as he dug his knuckles into the desk. "When can I get my main back?"

The sergeant sighed as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. "Forensics shouldn't be too long, but the investigation will probably be longer. Could be anywhere from a couple weeks to over a month. I'm sorry, but it's standard procedure."

With gritted teeth Max spat out his next words with as much venom as he could muster. "Fine. I'll carry my backup." As he lifted his fists from the sergeant's desk he pointed a finger directly at his narrow muzzle. "I swear if it's inoperable when I get it back your station will pay for a replacement."

The officer simply raised his hands as Eli began to drag Max by his sleeve back to the door. "I'll keep him in line! Sorry again officer!" Once the two passed the doors Eli leveled a judgmental stare at her partner. "Now I'm just curious as to why you were picking a fight. It didn't need to be that difficult Max."

Max opened his mouth to protest but caught the words in his throat as he thought a bit more about his current situation and the constant sting of soreness that plagued his shoulders. "You're right on at least one account. I'm letting my emotions get to me and dictate how I interact with others." Eli gave a sly smile in response to her being told she was right in regards to his outburst before his hand rose to stop her mind in its tracks. "However, his joke was unwarranted and in this current situation you can see why I got so upset." Eli just rolled her eyes in response before walking back to his car.

"Yes it was, but I'm certain you've got more guns stashed away than they could even fathom." Eli thought for a moment before looking over to her boyfriend with a defeated look. "You have a replacement in your car, don't you?"

Looking away only served to make himself seem more guilty before he made it to the driver's side of his car and slowly swung the door open. Still keeping his eyes away from her gaze he reached under the seat and removed a black handgun. "I knew it, wait... Is that a glock? I thought you hated them." Eli's interest was piqued as she recalled their first meeting at the range and his personal distaste of them.

"I hate gen three Glocks because of the finger grooves. This is a gen three glock nineteen 'clone'. No finger grooves with a bunch of parts swapped out with aftermarket stuff. Trigger, extractor, and a few other changes but yeah it's pretty close to a glock." The Palmetto State Armory Dagger rolled between his hands before he dropped the magazine in one hand and pulled the slide back with just his fingers holding the firearm, checking the chamber for the hollow point round sitting where he remembered it. "I just hate the finger grooves. They feel wrong to me." Dropping the magazine back in place he slid it into his empty waistband holster.

Eli began moving to the opposite side before Max jumped in front of her to open the door before she had a chance to even reach for it. "Even with everything going on you're still a gentleman. I like that." Sliding into the seat she pulled the man by his collar to plant a kiss on his lips. "My mom taught me how to appreciate that in a man." With a wink the door closed leaving the man to swoon from the feeling of her cool scales against his lips. The smile never left his face as they pulled out of the parking lot with her hand in his.