fandomhigh | Public Service - On the Edge, Monday, Period 2

It was most definitely not Reno waiting for them at the Causeway this week. Instead, Karina was. Complete with hands planted on her hips and a scowl.

You lucky people.

"Our teacher's gone and got himself turned into a bird or something," she said crisply, when it looked like most of the class had shown up. Say hello? Why would she do that? "But we've got a bigger problem than that this week."

Someone had absolutely ignored Reno's orders to never go to his world on their own. When Reno wasn't a bird he could tell her off for it, if he wanted to.

"It's a pretty self-explanatory problem. So, come on, through the portal."

Once they were through the portal, she jerked her chin at their construction site in the square. It… looked pretty bad. Pipes had been torn up, and their equipment was missing. Signs of scuffles were everywhere, like the people who'd taken things had had a few disagreements over ownership between themselves.

"The other site is even worse," Karina announced. "So today, rather than reporting our progress to the WRO, we're doing clean up. Everyone fan out, make a list of things you know are missing, things you suspect are missing. We'll also need to decide what we're doing to keep this from happening again."

"Stay in groups. Do not wander off alone." Like she was one to talk about that. Whatever. Karina clapped her hands together. "Let's get to work."

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Four wasn't a hedgehog any more, but he was an extremely cranky teenager just looking for someone responsible for this so he could kick them.

This kind of thing drove his justice-driven self crazy.

"Infuriating, isn't it?" Anders said unhappily, kicking at a bit of blood-smeared metal. "All that work, and now it's torn down. Bet they did it in a night."

"A couple of hours," Four agreed, shoving aside some metal debris.

Anders let out a heavy sigh and began gathering bits of stone, since kicking at things wasn't helping much.

"I hope whoever did it is happy knowing children won't get safe water to drink now," he muttered.

"Pretty sure long-term thinking wasn't their strong suit," Four said, looking around in the vain hope that something could be salvaged.

"It doesn't look like it," Anders agreed. He crouched to sift through a pile of rubble. "Well, here's a bolt. They left us a bolt."

"Say it louder," Four said. "Maybe they'll come back for it and we can kick their asses."

"Oh, that sounds like fun," Anders said, with more cheer than one would expect from a man discussing bloody revenge. "A couple fireballs and they might think twice before they ruin anything else."

"And if they don't learn anything--because they seem pretty stupid--they'll be singed."

Too bad. Really.

"I love stories with happy endings," Anders sighed, and found a second bolt to keep the first one company.

"Me too," Four said, looking over some of the pipe to see if any of it was still straight enough to use again.

So far...no.

"Idiots."

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