Wing Girls, Part 1

These three color-coded upholders of justice and the law were going to be my undoing, I just know it. Call it intuition, instinct, gut-feeling, a bloody sixth sense, whatever - I was seeing red flags everywhere. 

And blue...

And green.

A well-functioning, rational, supreme human being would probably continue walking the other way, render himself colorblind, and declare himself blind from any colorful conspiracy schemes revolving around his girlfriend. 

Surely.

If I were in any way that way in the first place, then undoubtedly I'd be back at home by now, swathing the box of cholocate in some Christmas wrappings, and not here, standing in a narrow corridor of muffled songs and singing, being persuaded to join some conspiracy plot to undermine a respected officer of the law.