Ice Bear

Doing things impulsively is never Ice Bear’s style. History dictates that the best plans are always laid out well in advance to ensure success and victory. But sometimes logic has to be thrown out the window in an instant. For family. For love. For a crab.

The waves pull back and forth, taking light drifts of sand with them into the salty bay. A normally peaceful setting is ruined by the sounds of police sirens and the burning wreckage of a nearby helicopter. Officers are congregating on the sandy dunes of the beach, keeping civilians away, but also preventing the bear trio from escaping.

He says nothing, and to his surprise, Grizz and Panda have no objections either once the police begin reading them their rights. One of the officers frowns at Ice Bear, before leading the bears toward a line of police cars. The police have never been on good terms with Ice Bear; his track record of going to court proves this point. And to further drive the point home, the polar bear finds himself in the back of a police van all by himself.

“Looks like you three will be going to jail for a long time. Interfering with court proceedings, along with helping a charged criminal escape from custody.” Ice Bear is already frowning at the driver’s words, while the car coasts quietly down the pacific highway.

“Ice Bear did the right thing. For Craboo.” He leans back into the bucket seat uncomfortably, his first time actually being in a patrol car. And it was because he helped a crab escape the law. What kind of weird world tries to sue a crab for pinching the ear of a koala? Ice Bear doesn’t understand it, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s going to jail.

The drive to the booking station feels like an eternity, leaving Ice Bear too much time with his thoughts. Panda and Grizz should be able to get out of this situation easily, but him, not so much. Previous scuffles with the law leave him concerned, mainly at what will happen to his family if he gets put in jail for an undisclosed amount of time. The escape plan doesn’t hit him until he’s already brought inside and put into a questioning cell.

“This is your best chance to talk about what happened, Mr. Ice Bear.” The male officer addresses him politely enough, but he knows what to to do in this situation.

“Ice Bear will invoke the fifth amendment. Ice Bear wants to contact his lawyer.”

“You have a lawyer? Well, by all means, you have the right to speak with them.” He’s almost toying with the bear, as the officer slides Ice his cell phone, unaware of how technologically advance this one piece of hardware is. The Nexus is his trump card.

Ice Bear takes the light blue phone in his hands, skimming through a few numbers, before stopping on one specific ten digit combination. Inter-dimensional calling is worth the absurd price for this reason alone; he’s not sure where this number goes, but hopefully it leads him to the right person.

That person being the Concierge of Crime.