#oh the car jacking fic eyes
WIP WHENEVER
Tagged by @griever-receiver, gonna taaaaag @antigonick@gingerbreton@th-ink-first@mihqorio@impossible-rat-babies
Uh, here’s a little something from Riley’s homecoming lol
“That’s a little unusual these days, isn’t it?” Ortega gestures to the weekly stack of police reports on the conference table, twice as thick as it normally is. “It’s been quiet.”
“Too quiet,” Argent adds. Her silver face shifts into a scowl and her fingers carve shallow scratches into the table.
“Claws,” Chen says sharply and she retracts them, scowl deepening. He nods to Ortega. “It is definitely unusual.”
Ortega leans in close. Both of them are too eager for a fight. “So what’s going on?"
Chen peels the first folder off the pile and flips it open. "Grand theft auto. A string of car hijackings from Reno to Los Diablos.”
The car engine gives one last dying shudder as it comes to a halt. You swear loudly to no one. Not a lack of fuel this time, the gauge reads half full. Smoke trickling from the engine. Sand probably. Someone didn’t keep up on maintenance. You swear again. Nothing to do but wait. You can’t cross this desert on foot.
It isn’t as long as you expected before another car crests the horizon. You reach out with your mind. The driver has no intention of stopping. Been a victim of bandits before. You chuckle low. It’s funny he thinks he has a choice in the matter as you rip control away and force him to stop beside you and get out.
This car can be his problem now. You have places to go.
“Someone coming into town?” Argent asks.
“Looks that way.” Chen makes a low noncommittal grunt as he continues reading.
“What is it? I know that look.” Ortega gets up and comes around behind him to read as well. “Well, that’s just weird.”
“What?” Argent perks up.
“The owners were all found with the previous car in the chain, left dead on the side of the road."
"The car was dead, not the owner,” Ortega clarifies quickly. “Either bad engine or out of gas. No memory of who took their car or how they ended up sleeping inside a different one.”
“Drugs?” she asks.
“Maybe,” Chen says, but he isn’t convinced that’s the case. It’s too neat. At least one of them should have remembered something. Or someone.
