"On your knees; hands behind your head!" "You haven't even bought me dinner" *Thwack* "shut up, convict. Where's the grow room?" "" "Speak!" "You told me not to talk just now" "Oh a wiseass. We'll find it—our Agents profiled your electricity use and heat emissions. We /know/ you're running a dope lab. JONESY! Did you find it yet?" "It's just 3D printers in here, Sarge. Dozens of them." "Aha, ghost guns. You're going down, my son!" "Yeah nah, it's all model trains, boss. H0 scale. And a matchstick replica of the Forth bridge, this is really good you should see this." "Fucking weirdos. ALL RIGHT BOYS FALSE ALARM. BACK IN THE VAN" *Whisper* "Sorry bout this kid, you can put your hands down now. Sarge is just grumpy cos it's six false alarms before breakfast today. It's these AI runsheets." #TootFic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot #Title_Busted for @abstractcode@eigenmagic.net