the challenge, bring order to the whole

[braveandstupid]

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[patrols]

[Lindsay dips backwards, just barely avoiding being slammed (9). Then she swings back around with a kick to the face (20), hoping to take Syringe down for the count.]

[telegraphs]

( Syringe is too close and goes down with a swoop of her leg (3).

Recognizing this is now a two-to-one game, Ringlets changes her tune.

"Don't hurt him!" )

[patrols]

[Lindsay raises an eyebrow before nudging her fallen friend over, dropping her foot down on top of his chest, holding him to the ground and applying just enough pressure for it to be uncomfortable.]

You shot my friend and crashed my date. I'm not sure why I shouldn't.

[telegraphs]

She doesn't like date crashers or gate crashers.

( "Damon Salvatore's a vampire," she says simply, hoping that clears everything up. This woman won't be his friend if she knows that, right? "They're real and he's dangerous. Over a hundred years old."

As if on cue, Damon tries kicking at the car trunk he's found himself in, (7) but it doesn't budge. )

[patrols]

[Lindsay tips her head to the side, raising her eyebrows.]

Yeah. And I'm a Slayer, dipshit. If he was an actual threat, I would have staked him already.

[telegraphs]

( That's a (4) for recognition. She just furrows a brow, but cowers under Beck's gun. )

Maybe let him out of the boot.

[patrols]

[Lindsay nods, before reaching back behind her to find the latch of the trunk to open it up.]

How you doing, buddy?

[telegraphs]

( "How do you think," he asks, sarcastically, accepting a hand to help him out of the trunk. He gets a look at the unconscious hunter and Goldilocks.

"Should we be looking for the three bears?" )

Damon.

( "Beckford," he says with a pop of his lips. )

Charmed.

( "Let me continue the interrogation," he says with malice in her direction. )

[patrols]

No.

[She shakes her head before reaching for the guy in front of her and flipping him over.]

They have a nice holding sell waiting for them, where I, the Sheriff, will continue this interrogation.

[And with that, Damon's phone rings.]

[unforgivably]

( He's about to object but his phone is ringing so give him a second. )

Can I call you back Caroline, I was just tranq'd and trunk'd.

[vampireboulevard]

Well, I was just attacked in the parking lot, and now I have two dead bodies plus a live one for poking and prodding.

[She huffs.]

If you're able, we could use some help cleaning things up.

[unforgivably]

You guys have this?

( As much as he wants to get his revenge on, it sounds like he's not as special as he thinks.

And as he steps over the man and heads back toward his car, he keeps talking. )

You and me both, that's not a coincidence.

[vampireboulevard]

[Lindsay nods and waves him off, focusing on getting these two off to jail to think about what they've done.

Caroline sighs.]

According to Isaac, there's some kind of internet supernatural hit list. Stiles texted him to try and warn him.

[unforgivably]

Stiles texted him?

( Because, it would've been better if there was some sort of, all pronged group text. )

New priority. All of our disparate groups have one representative so we can all be included on any crucial hit list details. How many bodies?

[vampireboulevard]

I'll make a note.

[Especially since they're all going to be scattering, it seems.]

Three. Two dead, one not.

[unforgivably]

So, we each get our own hostage. I'm perking up. Send me the details.

( And he hangs up, ready to join the blonde squad.

As for Beck.

"You look grand, Linds." )

[patrols]

[Caroline will do just that once she gets off the phone.

Lindsay glances over at him with a smile.]

Thanks. Too bad this dress is going to be wasted in interrogation.

[telegraphs]

Not from where I'm standing.

( He will flirt in church, it's true. But, it's time to bag and tag. )