Vinzent Mayer
Whatever sense Plart may have had for these things was a mystery (or maybe just related to security cameras), but he was here to witness Abel’s “mad dash” for freedom. But before he could even congratulate the robber for doing his job, he was treated to… a performance of a whole other caliber.
Abel Lazarus
“……”
Frankly it cast suspicion on the previous attempt as well, but he could give the benefit of the doubt. He’d been prepared to hand out the appropriate praise and demerit then, and he wouldn’t go back on it now.
“Mr. Lazarus, I believe? Well done… the first time.”
“But if you expect me to believe that is how a real robber would execute a second theft, you are very, very wrong. It doesn’t mean quite so much when you’ve already passed the test, but you’ll be receiving a demerit for not taking this seriously. You can’t train a mall cop well with that sorry a simulation, and I’m here to train mall cops well.”
He turned to Vinzent and let out an audible slow breath.
“You’ll be receiving a demerit for failing to stop the criminal, of course.”
But he didn’t stop there.
“And if your strategy for catching criminals is striking deals with them, they’ll eat you alive out there in the real mall. I couldn’t possibly pass a student like that in good conscience. You’ll be receiving a second demerit for that—perhaps this will give you the time you need to reflect on the seriousness of the job you’re shirking.”
No sooner had he finished talking than Vinzent poofed out of the area. Ah. Plart turned to nod at Abel.
“I appreciate your willingness to stay and help, but they’ll need more help than that. Let me know if you’d like any of your belongings back—though I’ll still consider you a volunteer for the rest of your time in my car, as far as your role in training.”
