Without warning, Krait burst through the door, accompanied by five other heavily armed police officers. “Freeze!” he shouted, pointing his firearm at the residents of the apartment. A quick analysis of the occupants told him everything he needed to know: three college kids in their early twenties, empty pizza boxes everywhere, and the shades closed to insure that nobody could see what was happening inside. A classic setting for the diabolical activities that Krait knew occurred in places like this.
“Listen up!” he barked, as all three students were apprehended. “You can either tell us where you hid the goods and save us all the trouble, or we can tear apart every inch of the apartment until we find what we’re looking for!” Without waiting for an answer, Krait barreled past them and began to tear apart the sofa. Krait had been on the force for several years, and had performed several high-profile busts in the past, but nothing could prepare him for the monumental task he was performing tonight.
Finding nothing in the sofa, he moved into the bedroom, and blasted apart the pillows. Again, he came up empty. Leaving the rest of the bedroom to his team, Krait went into the bathroom and began furiously emptying the cabinets. Again, he found nothing. A search beneath the rug on the floor and above the light fixture on the ceiling provided Krait with the same result.
He began to get desperate. Krait knew that more than anything, it was his duty to save these kids from the fate that he had seen so many bright young people inflict upon themselves. Krait knew all too well what would happen if he failed in his search, and the thought made him shudder in disgust. He kept looking.
Angrily, Krait began to tear off the wallpaper. As he did so, he revealed a large cavity in the wall, with a shiny plastic box inside. “Aha!” He shouted, as he ripped open the box and took out the contents. Marching triumphantly back into the living room and turning towards the apartment’s occupants he tauntingly brandished what he found in the box: a DVD of the 2006 remake of “The Wicker Man”, starring Nicolas Cage.
“You know what this is?” he taunted, waving the DVD in front of their faces.
One of the kids began to reply. “I’ve…I’ve never seen that before in my li-“
“Quiet!” Krait bellowed. “You think it’s funny watching Nicolas Cage get bees poured on his head? Do you know how many brain cells you destroyed by watching this?”
The kids were speechless.
The job done, Krait snapped the DVD in half. “We’re done here. You guys are under arrest.”
The End
By Docta Haus
ha! this made my day :)
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