Knight for hire: cleaning the streets of chaos and disorder [OPEN]

it was a warm sunny afternoon and Kreed was in his office like always cleaning his guns and watching an infomercial about knives. the office was consisted of a couch, fan on the ceiling that had rust and spun with a slight creaking noise. He had leftover Chinese food in the fridge and his little neat pile of his cards that said, "need a knight in shining armor to protect you or to put law and order back in your life? call 555-398-2672". he sat next to his phone just waiting for a call. He looked at the t.v. seeing breaking news about how there was another robbery last night. He grunted as he looked disgusted at the fact that they got away...he wouldn't have left that happen...and even heroes needed to obey the law. Without laws this world would be destroyed by now.

Stanley Whatilly stared at the number he held in his hand. In his other hand he held the cordless phone, running his thumb along the buttons idly. He was still caught in indecision, why was he hesitating? All he had to do was call this number and his problems would be solved, he'd finally be free of the living hell that was his life for the last two years. Stanley licked his lips and took a deep breath before pressing the first three number-

Stan!

The phone flew out of his hand and bounced off a wall. He had already leaped to his feet and hurried to the door, stuffing the number in his pocket before stepping cautiously peeking out into the hall. His voice cracked when he replied, which wasn't unusual.

Y-yes Blinda?

Stan I'm going out now, I'll be back in a while. Oh and don't mess with my recordings.

Blinda's blithely tone turned sharp and threatening on that last note. Stanley was well aware of the consequences. He murmured an affirmative and waited until he heard the front door open and slam shut before venturing out of his room. As expected the rest of the apartment was in a state. Blinda's leavings were everywhere, crumbs, stains and other food waste that escaped her teeth were scattered all over every surface. She made a point of using every pot and pan in the kitchen, many clearly burnt. Today it seemed she was trying to assemble some model kits she got. Evidently she gave up part way through them all and just started gluing partly completed airplanes to the tables to look like miniature plane crashes.

Stanley held back a sob at the sight, he had to do it, it had to be now. He hurried back to his room and dug up the phone from under his bed. Drawing out the paper again he dialed numbers and waited for the call to pick up on the other side. hearing the click, he breathed to steady himself before speaking.

Ah ah.. hello? Is this the hero Knight's number? I'm in need of help...