Dedicated to LampFace, for bugging me to get on with it.

Chapter 2: "yes sir?" (COPS' PERSPECTIVE)

"A'ight, I'll see you guys later, bring your wallets!"
"You can't bowl for shit Krbyfan1, and you know it!"
Krbyfan1 walked further away from his friend, continuing the conversation from further and further across the motor pool. He turned, satisfied that he had won the debate, to go out the vehicle entrance.

He noticed a hobo, sitting with a cap in one hand and an old newspaper in the other, he was wearing clothes that looked like they'd been worn way too many times.

"Hey buddy, got a dollar?" The hobo asked in a gritty voice, ruined by so many years of smoking bad cigarettes.

"Yeah man, here." He fumbled inside his pocket for some change, and finding a dollar bill, he let it drop into the man's hat.

"You're welcome, but you can't hang around here all night. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to move on."

The man sighed.

"Sure thing buddy." He said, gathering up his little belongings and shuffling away into the night.

It was a hard thing to do not to just let him stay, but the law's the law and he had to enforce it. No matter what.

He made a left onto the Cock Joke Plaza. Cars and busses sped past him, the people inside desperate to get to wherever they were going, so wrapped up in their lives they couldn't even take a look at the beautiful city around them.

You noticed so much ore when you walked in this town. The shadow of the Utah bridge looming over the great glass skyscrapers, the shops and coffee houses nestled in the corners of the streets, with an endless succession of cabs outside, sidling along like a yellow snake in a concrete jungle.

God this city was pretty at night.

He wandered aimlessly for a few minutes, but realized he was late.

"Agh, Gagsy is gonna fuckin' kill me."

He cursed himself for leaving the station so late and quickened his pace, ducking into a quiet alley he knew would take him home quicker. It was a sneaky shortcut he didn't like taking very often, the rats freaked him out.

They squeaked and scurried over every trash bag and every rusty old dumpster in, hiding from him in the dark.

The noise disguised the footsteps behind him.

"I wonder what she'll say...either way I'm fucking dead when I get home. Damn rats."

It covered up the noise of the silencer being fitted.

The figure behind him stopped shadowing him and shouted. "Officer!"

Krbyfan1 spun round on the balls of his feet "Yes sir how can I...."

Three rounds from the silenced colt 1911 slammed into his chest. He froze, looking into his killer's eyes, a look of shock, and pain plastered on his face. He finally sank, slowly, to the ground.

The figure regarded the body, a pool of blood starting to form around him. He reckoned it was useable. He knelt down next to the empty shell of what was once a fine police officer, put the arms over his shoulder, and heavily stood up.

He dragged the limp body around the corner into a garage. A silver ford mondeo waiting, silent.

The figure pulled the keys from his pocket and unlocked the trunk. Dragging the former man over to it and stuffing him inside. The trunk closed with a bang, echoing across the plaza.

"For the kids." Thimbles thought as he started the car.

I know, it sucks ass.