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With a quick motion, Colt slammed his hand on his alarm clock, cutting short the horrible rigging that had woke him up.

He had a very bad night.

The redhead rubbed his eyes. I feel like there's something important I'm missing, he thought.

Oh, wait ! Today was his gun shooting exam !

Colt jumped out of his bed with enthusiasm. How could he have forgotten that !

He left his pajamas and put on his shirt and trousers. Too excited to put his boots and jacket, the redhead took them in his hands and rushed downstairs while humming.
He then hurriedly threw his things on his armchair and hopped towards the kitchen where he stopped dead.

Ah... Yes... There was two important things he had missed.

"Buenos dias, dickhead."

"H-hi..."

"Bacon ? Fantástico !" Shelly happily said as she opened the fridge.

Colt was just as annoyed as intrigued. Why and by what right was this thug rummaging in his fridge ? Moving aside, the cop could see that Shelly had already started making breakfast.

"Was hungry and wasn't gonna wait." She said, answering Colt's silent questions.

"Huh... What about your ankle ?"

"Don't get on my nerves right in the mornin'! I'm not made of glass dang it."

By the time Colt went to the bathroom to put some water on his face to see if he hadn't been dreaming, the bandit called him

"Hey redhead, breakfast's ready !

He returned to the dining room more flabbergasted than ever. On the table, there were toasts, two large cups of coffee, leftover jam and especially eggs with bacon.

Both sat down and started to eat.

"So, you are ?"

"S-sorry ?"

"S-s-sorry ? mimicked Shelly before bursting out laughing. "I'm askin' you who you are sweetheart, I'm not goin' ta spend my life givin' ya nicknames".

"S-sweethea-...? Pfff. Ok s-sure, whatever... The name's Colt"

"Ha, really ? Like your weapons ? she replied, juggling with one of the guns.

"Don't play with it ! I care about 'em !" cried the policeman. "And don't joke about my name... My father chose it"

"Mooooh, if it's cute ! Aren't you daddy's boy ?

Colt, upsetted, looked away, drinking the cup of coffee prepared for him. Shelly quickly wolfed down her breakfast before heading into the living room.

The apprentice cop grumbled about the criminal's non-existent good manners while finishing a toast with jam and his eggs and bacon.
Around fifteen minutes later, Après une quinzaine de minutes, he put all the dishes in the sink.

In the living room Colt found Shelly slumped in HIS seat, she had thrown away his jacket and boots on the floor.
He had to concentrate all his common sense not to pull her out of here.

"I'm going to spend the whole day at the police station..."

"Hmm" simply replied Shelly.

"It's just to tell you that for lunch you can help yourself... Well... Like what you did this morning..."

She wasn't listening anymore, turning on the TV, already skipping the channels.

"...I'm going to need my guns," Colt sighed.

Silence

"I'm going-"

"Yeah, I heard you, pretty face. They are on the desk with your stupid photo."

The cop groaned but didn't talk back. He retrieved his things from the floor and put them on. Finally, Colt grabbed his keys and guns before opening the door.

"I won't be here until at least 8 p.m."

No answers.

Colt grumbled one last time before getting up on his vespa and racing towards the police station.