"You doing okay?" I whispered to Belly, who was still slung over my shoulder.
"Uh huh," She groaned, but I could tell she wasn’t.
"Don’t worry, we’re gonna take you back to my place and get you all fixed up once we’re done here." I cooed. The police sirens were blaring outside of the warehouse as we came to the doors.
"it’s us!" Luke said to them as we walked out of the front doors, hands up just in case they were suspicious of anything. They lowered their guns when they saw us, recognizing us from the apartment fire.
"Where are the criminal?" The sheriff came up to stand in front of us. he was a bald man with an oddly kind face.
"They’re inside, an all either unconscious or tied up." Luke replied. he then shook hands with the sheriff. "I’m Dr. Fluke, this is Cal-Pal, the Mike-Ro-Wave, and Smash." We than all shook the sheriff’s hand.
"What could we ever do to repay you boys for saving our city?"
"Well„," Michael shrugged. "We kind of need a secret hideout."
"Mike-Ro-Wave!" Meg hit him on the arm in warning. "That’s kind of a lot to ask for."
"Actually, it isn’t that big of an ask." The sheriff said. "Ya know, boys, after we clean out the warehouse, we’ll let you have that if you like. It’ll be your gift from the city, for saving everyone. And we’ll be able to reach you if we need to."
"Thank you, sheriff." Luke said, wide eyed.
"yes, really! Thank you!" I exclaimed.
"No worries," He clapped me on the back. "Now, you should all get yourselves home. It’s getting late and I’m sure you could all use some rest. The force and I can take it from here."
We nodded and then started to walk to our cars and take out girls home.
