Originally Posted by
Yun Lao
The morning had come, but Sheriff Crete's problems were only growing with the rising of the sun. His cruiser's radiator was busted, leaving him stuck with paperwork for the next week while it was being repaired. This, unfortunately, meant that he had to deal with the giant robot currently sitting in one of their holding cells. Thankfully, while the cuffs did little to subdue the visitor, the robot had been quite polite in following the officer's commands. Trying to put this insanity down into writing, on the other hand, was a daunting task, as evident by the growing mound of balled up paper building up in the nearby trash can.
"All right, let's just go over this again, Mr. Quila." He said, addressing the suspect from its cell, "You're a space doctor?"
"I am the designated combat medic of the Last Call, but if it makes your report easier, then yes, space doctor it is."
"And this "Last Call" of yours, if I have this right, is a group of space mercenaries?"
"That is correct, Sheriff."
"Okay, that takes care of the easy part. Now, would you kindly re-explain why you're here on Earth? I'm afraid I have to confess that I had difficulties trying to make sense of that for my report."
"Of course. The simplest explanation is that I was sent to help"
"Help with what, exactly?"
"According to the intel gathered by my organization, a dangerous individual is making his way here."
"Oh, that's that..."Jagam" fellow you mentioned before?" He said, having to look at his earlier notes.
"Correct."
"So, who's paying who to do this? You mentioned your group was a mercenary one."
"No one is paying us. We are repaying a debt to this world."
The sheriff paused in his questioning, digesting the information as he wrote it all down. If this robot was telling the truth, then keeping it there was clearly wasting everyone's time, but at the last time, it had damaged property and disrupted the peace. He gave a large sigh as he felt as the encroaching pain of a headache.
"Although I believe there is a misconception over "the one phone call" depicted in your popular culture, I have taken the liberty to do just that. I believe it to be the most beneficial action to this situation."
"What?" Quickly picking up his phone and, sure enough, a call was the process of being made. According to the outgoing caller ID, it was being made to a private number, but little did he know that it was going to none other than Jinzi Pantaloon.