Short Stories of Brawl Stars

Charades Pt. 3

*--------------------------Past, sheriff's office--------------------------*

"Thanks again for helping me settle in." Shelly told Colt. "Of course." He beamed. After waiting for a few seconds, Shelly shot in the question, "Would you like to get a drink with me sometime?" Then, in a gruff tone, she added, "I owe you, so might as well get it over with."

Surprisingly, Colt replied, "I agree, Barely's Bar, 7 a.m. tomorrow night?" 'That was easy.' She thought. Then said, "works for me." with a nonchalant shrug. 'maybe too easy...'

"Want me to walk you to the motel? It's getting dark out."

"So?"

"Thugs and criminals? The good 'ole hit-and-run?"

"...Yeah??"

Colt laughed, "You really aren't scared, are you?"

She scoffed, "No, why would I be scared?" "Alright then, i'll let you go, good talking with you ma'am." He turned and focused on information on his desk. 'Darn it Shelly! You need him to come with you! Bonding time happens best at night, people are more vulnerable.'

"Well, I wouldn't mind the company at all..." 

"Oh, no no, it's perfectly fine, you go on your way."

"Please, I insist."

"No, I understand you're doing it out of guilt, please ma'am, I won't go with you." She saw him smile to himself.

Shelly, sensing that he was playing with her said, "Why? Are you scared I'll attack you?" "No." He said. 

She mentally took a big breath, preparing herself for what she was about to say, "Listen, you're right, I'm new to this town and it's dark out. Please, sheriff, will you walk me home?" It took every fiber of Shelly's being not to barf at the stereotypical 'damsel in distress' act. She had to focus on every word, so it wouldn't sound like she had to painstakingly force out each and every syllable. Like she was doing.

Colt grinned happily, "Okay!" walking out the door with Shelly close behind. She glared at him behind his back, gathering the hatred in her eyes, to her gaze, focusing on that specific spot on the back of his neck, blood boiling, thinking thoughts of what it would be like to hang him off of the roof and and be-

"Hey, ah, are you coming?" He asked. Shelly had stopped in her tracks. "What's this?" She picked up a file marked; 'Mexican Entertainers - top secret' Colt snatched it from her. "This, is TOP SECRET." He emphasized, "It says so on the front... thought it was obvious..."

"So why did you put 'Mexican Entertainers' on the front then? Isn't that obvious?" She was genuinely curious, she thought he was smarter than he seemed, not dumber. "And why would I tell you?" He said defensively. "Well... because..." With lightning-fast speed, she shot her hand out to grab the file. With equally fast reaction time, he held it above her head, frowning down at her. With big puppy-dog eyes, she said, "C'mon, please? I just want a peek! I'll help you find them even! I have more knowledge than you might think I have." Shelly wanted to see what the authorities knew about Papá and his gang, perhaps she could warn them if Mr. Sheriff here knew too much. 

"Nope." He herded her out of the building and slammed the door. 'Rats! Too far Shelly, too far...' Wait. She knew what to do. All she had to do was sneak in at midnight, scribble a copy of the file, get back out, and it'll be like she wasn't even there. Perfect.

It was a quarter to ten, but she couldn't wait any longer. Shelly was gearing up to break into the sheriff's office. She sorted through various weapons and objects to hopefully get her in.