Apollo & Bear

Partners In Crime: part 1

Bear's POV

"Apollo, we have a situation here"

"Copy, Bear. Any details?"

"There are no Doritos in the cabinet. I repeat, there are no Doritos in the cabinet. Restore immediately"

Apollo's notorious sigh comes from the other end of the walkie talkie. Pleased I smile and continue through the kitchen towards the fridge.

"Why am I surprised?" he murmurs, "Bear, for the billionth time you can not use the walkie talkie to your own satisfaction. It's for emergencies only"

"What do you mean? This is an emergency" I claim, "There are no Doritos. I can't chase criminals on an empty stomach"

The sound of scanning comes from the other end. Faint voices chatter in the background. Apollo says something inarticulate to someone and soon returns to our conversation.

"I gotta go, Bear. I'm at the cash register and on my way home in 10" he says.

"Alright. Just don't forget the Doritos" I remind him before the call ends.

10 minutes later, Pool pulls up in front of the apartment gates and I hurry down. Before he can say anything I grab the bags filled with groceries from the trunk and hungrily search every inch of them. Disappointed I pull my head out of the bag and look at Pool in confusion.

"You didn't get the Doritos?" I ask.

"Bear, get up. You're embarrassing yourself" he says shaking his head.

"This is bad. Really bad" I murmur.

I get up from the ground and hand him the bags before snatching the keys to me. Apollo stares at me hopping in the car and turning on the engine.

"We can't live without Doritos, Pool. Come on, we're getting some right now"

"I'm not going back again. And we can live for a day without chips, Bear" he says.

"No we can not. Get in the car, come on" I insist.

After a lot of convincing Pool finally hops in the passenger seat and I drive back to the store again. Without another word I hop out and hurry inside. The sooner I can heave chips in me the better.

Pool strolls around nearby as I load bag after bag on me. Suddenly the entrance slams open and people start screaming. A woman bumps into me from behind and makes me drop all of the bags. Not paying attention to what's going on around me I quickly put them back and grab new ones. Crushed chips are my worst nightmares.

As I look up with my arms loaded with bags I suddenly see Pool raising his glock and shouting commands. There's an uproar going on just about everywhere in the store. Masked men with guns at the highest regard are squaring around yelling; "Freeze! This is a robbery!"

"Bear, help me!" Pool shouts.

I carefully put the Doritos on the floor and hurry to pin the masked man onto the wall as Pool fires the taser at him making him collapse to the floor, unable to move. Pool quickly turns around and raises his glock towards another masked man. I pull out my club and just about block a punch from another masked robber. He lunges forward, smacking me with the back of his gun across my face. I stumble back, feeling the taste of blood in my mouth. Pool slides to my rescue and tackles the robber down before he can trigger.

Panicking I roll over on my belly and crawl like an eel against the cold hard floor. I come to a stop next to the pile of chips I put on the floor earlier and tear one open before grabbing one. The saltiness from the chips melts on my tastebuds and it feels like heaven itself, completely making me forget what's going on around me.