BabySitting (cherub hunt) 2025-11-04 #8

"I fought the law and... the law won"

[someone who made it to the end of the game please edit and update this]

INT. ENFORCER PRECINCT LOCKER ROOM 

P.C. Thatcher: Er, Sarg, have you got a moment?

Sgt. Fisher: A moment? Yeah. But only one, there's a tin of Wildsnake waiting for me, and I hate when it goes all crusty.

T: It's just, er, the boss...

F: Captain Angel? What's the matter, has he increased your morale beatings?

T: No...well, yes, but that's not what I meant. In the rumble today - I mean the enforcement procedure today, with the cherub -

F: - that bloody cherub -

T: - yeah, well I know we didn't exactly get the result we were looking for and a few of us are getting patched up, but nothing we haven't had before and, like, I've seen the Captain get stuck in before when needs must, but - I dunno - he scared me today. He's got that weird blood blade now, and that new hammer he picked up, you know he talks to it? 

F: Yeah?

T: Yeah, and worse, he looks like he's listening to it talk back. The look in his eyes as he pasted those three scummers...I've seen a lot Sarg, and I'm not scared of a bit of claret, but that look... scared me Sarg. 

F: Don't worry about it lad. Plenty of weird shit goes on down here, and most of it amounts to nothing. Listen, I'll keep an eye on it, right? Now, why don't you come for a drink. I'll bet you a pack of Lho sticks that after three Second Best you won't remember any of it.