WHO: Friar Tuck, Will Scarlet WHEN: Tuesday afternoon WHERE: An abortion clinic WHAT: Just some trouble. WARNINGS: A fight
While Tuck often attended protests and did escort duty at abortion clinics with his church, he had actually been at home having lunch with Will when his phone rang. The request to escort a friend's step-daughter to the clinic had come him for him personally. Tuck felt a little worried about the fact that they wouldn't have the church there for backup, but he asked Will if he wanted to help, and Will had agreed.
They drove there in the van, chatting as they pulled closer to the clinic. Once there, Tuck took note of the copse of trees right behind the clinic, and he felt a tug of longing which he pushed away. It wasn't even the forest, it just reminded him of one. As Tuck pulled the van over, he groaned. The walk was absolutely lined with protesters and they were far outnumbered. "Well this looks like a lot of shit," he hissed to Will. "Why can't these people fuck off?"