Jacob Morrison/A Quick Stop
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
Jacob sighed a bit as he sped down the deserted road.The hitchhiker hadn't been the oddest thing he'd ever seen, not by a long shot, but it had been an unexpected surprise.He glanced down at his dashboard, and was rather rudely yanked out of his ponderings by the realization that he was running low on gas.A few Klingon expletives later, and he was making his way back to the main highway, managing to find a gas station just as the needle hit empty.
He pulled up to the pump and quickly filled the tank, and as he stepped into the gas station he quietly grabbed a couple drinks for the road, he noticed someone slip up to the gas register and yank out a revolver.He sighed inwardly to himself, and muttered a bit more Klingon under his breath before slipping up silently behind the would be robber.
"Open the freaking cash register and hand over the money!", he shouted at the poor clerk, an elderly man who by all rights should have been enjoying a peaceful retirement instead of standing behind a counter at 3:30 A.M. being harassed by a lunatic with a revolver.It was at this moment that the would be thief felt a gentle tap upon his shoulder, as a rather polite voice chimed in, "Excuse me sir, but I do believe that you are being rather impolite to this poor soul, who is really only trying to do his job."
The thief, who was twitching so violently it was wonder that the pistol hadn't gone off already, spun around, and was just about to say something when he was met with the image of an eight foot tall, half as broad smiling old man in a trenchcoat, fedora, and enough armored plating to make your average tank look like it was made out of crisp wafers.
Jacob spoke, again, as calmly and politely as if he were speaking to the man over a morning cup of coffee, "There are two ways we can do this.You can do the proper, intelligent thing, and hand me the revolver, or-" he was cut off by the sound of two shots firing, both of which simply collided with Jacob's armored chest and flattened out into harmless disks before falling to the floor.Jacob sighed, "Or, you could do that".
The thief stood there, just a little bit shocked.Weren't people supposed to fall over when he pointed the contraption at people and pulled the trigger?Nonetheless, his hand, which had fallen slack momentarily, bolted straight again and he began to squeeze the trigger again.His attempt was cut short, however, when the pistol rather violently wrenched itself free of his hand, flying into Jacob's, where he promptly emptied it of it's four remaining shots then rather non-chalantly crumbled it up into a neat little ball, tossing it up and down with an amused expression on his face.
"You about done?", was all Jacob said, before the would be robber, apparently out of ideas at this point, simply tried punching Jacob in the chest.This led to the rather predictable sound of a great many bones breaking, the thief grabbing his hand, screaming in pain, and collapsing down onto the ground.
Jacob cleared his throat, stepping over the thief, who'd apparently blacked out from the pain, "Well then, I believe you should call the State Patrol.Oh, and I believe I owe you some money for a gas purchase...", he pulled out his wallet, slipping out a few bills and smiling as if nothing had happened.The clerk simply nodded rather dumbly, checked him out, then dialed the state troopers.Jacob hung around long enough to give a statement and watch the would be thief carted off in handcuffs (still wailing in pain) and give the clerk a merry wave good bye before climbing back into his truck and driving off.
It wasn't until almost dawn when it was time for the shift change that the clerk noticed a small brown package addressed to him, left behind the counter.Inside, was a small bundle of bills, totaling to quite a tidy sum, enough for him to retire comfortably at least.He boggled for a moment before he found the note enclosed.
"My apoligies for the scare last night, hope you weren't too shaken afterwards.Best of luck to you, and best of luck on an enjoyable retirement, signed, Jacob Morrsion".
