Reginald Hastings
Jun 8th, 2003, 02:20:33 AM
Sometimes even the most trivial matters could become complicated. Most of the time, it was due to people who lacked the mental capacity to follow simple instructions. When a large man carrying a sawed off shotgun tells someone to exit the vehicle and hand over the keys, most people prompty get out of their speeder, hand over their keys, and call their insurance company. Some people though, miss the obvious suggestion of which course of action would be in the best interest of their own well being. It's these people who are prone to try to start the ignition, in hopes of speeding away from the scenario.
This was the type of person Reg had just happened upon.
The speeder was expensive, more of a status symbol than a vehicle. This didnt really mean it was lacking in any sort of way, it just meant that most people couldnt afford much luxory, which in turn meant the vehicle would turn a pretty penny once it was aquired and resold. The owner had just stepped out of an adjacent office building wearing a suit and tie, he was an accountant, judging by his dress and place of employment. Reg had decided to wait instead of trying to bypass the latest security systems that the speeder was programmed with. As the man got into the car and shut the door, Reg stepped out and up to his window, shining a flashlight through as if he were a police officer. The man quickly rolled down his window...
"Is there some sort of problem??"
"Step out of the vehicle and hand over the keys."
The man then realized that Reg wasnt wearing a uniform. Rather than following orders, he reached for the ignition. Quickly, Reg opened the door from the inside and began kicking the owner of the speeder repeatedly. The man began trying to scream for help as Reg started to drag him out. With an annoyed facial expression, Reg let the man fall , then drug him by his foot until his head was laying back against the driver's seat. With a hard motion of his left arm, Reg began slamming the door repeatedly. This was sufficent enough to stop the man's pleas for help.
Reg grabbed the man's foot again and drug him on out of the speeder before he could get any blood on the upholstry, and left the man laying on the sidewalk, as he started to step into the speeder.
This was the type of person Reg had just happened upon.
The speeder was expensive, more of a status symbol than a vehicle. This didnt really mean it was lacking in any sort of way, it just meant that most people couldnt afford much luxory, which in turn meant the vehicle would turn a pretty penny once it was aquired and resold. The owner had just stepped out of an adjacent office building wearing a suit and tie, he was an accountant, judging by his dress and place of employment. Reg had decided to wait instead of trying to bypass the latest security systems that the speeder was programmed with. As the man got into the car and shut the door, Reg stepped out and up to his window, shining a flashlight through as if he were a police officer. The man quickly rolled down his window...
"Is there some sort of problem??"
"Step out of the vehicle and hand over the keys."
The man then realized that Reg wasnt wearing a uniform. Rather than following orders, he reached for the ignition. Quickly, Reg opened the door from the inside and began kicking the owner of the speeder repeatedly. The man began trying to scream for help as Reg started to drag him out. With an annoyed facial expression, Reg let the man fall , then drug him by his foot until his head was laying back against the driver's seat. With a hard motion of his left arm, Reg began slamming the door repeatedly. This was sufficent enough to stop the man's pleas for help.
Reg grabbed the man's foot again and drug him on out of the speeder before he could get any blood on the upholstry, and left the man laying on the sidewalk, as he started to step into the speeder.