Jethro found himself leaning over the young police clerk. It was night shift, so the rookie Layton was pulling the front desk. The sergeant in charge was in the break room eating donuts. Jethro sniffed the young clerk. He could smell the fear emanating from the small man as Jethro loomed over him.
Hairs sprouted all over Jethro, and claws grew from his fingernails. The growing claws carved deep scratches into the policeman's desk.
"Hey!" shouted Layton standing up as the now four inch long nails carved deep gashes in his desk.
Jethro grabbed Layton with one hand lifting him off the ground. His other claw deftly sliced the gunbelt from the policeman's waist before Layton could react. The loud thud of the gun and gunbelt hitting the floor was followed by a softer swishing sound as the officer's trouser leg fluttered apart, and then the trousers slid down to Layton's ankles.
Layton was raised further off the ground, as Jethro searched the pants for keys. Jethro's powerful claws shredded the pants yielding a four piece $20.00, a set of keys, a wallet, and two halves of an "unbreakable" comb. Jethro pulled Layton close so that their noses almost touched.
"Where's the key to her cell?" he snarled.
"ah, ah, ah, on the des-sk," stuttered the terrified policeman.
"Oh, so they are," Jethro said grabbing the keys. Then , he set Layton down and said, "Thank you, but I can't have you calling for help now can I?" Before Layton could speak, Jethro's powerful fist had knocked Layton out. He tossed Layton as if he was a rag doll over his shoulder, then Jethro headed to liberate you with the officer hanging over his shoulder.