Damian led the way to a crumbling office building that advertised “The Smartest Lawyers in Town”. He made his way through the small, dingy room to the tiny reception desk where a familiar face asked what she could help them with. Damian leaned on the desk corner and smiled, “Hey Callihan, I need to talk with Dan.” She quirked an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, no handouts here.” Damian twitched back than sighed and grumbled, “Fine, put me through my paces.” Then continued louder. “Not even a life saving pickle?” She replied, “How did you hear we had those?” “A guy at a hotel told me. They had bad food.” She tilted her head, “Rat problem?” Damian ran a hand through his hair, bored. “Among other things. The bellhop was energetic.” Sweety Callihan thought for a moment while looking into Damian’s eyes then spoke once more, “Can’t be too careful these days. The keepers get more and more clever. We lost a fellow in the TacDiv just last night. When you looking to talk with Mr. King?” Elliea placed a hand on the desk, “As soon as possible. Is he in?” Callihan smiled professionally, “He’s on beat.” Damian quirked a sardonic eyebrow, “Law practice has changed a lot.” Sweety gave him an dry look, “He doesn’t work here he’s a cop. And just a suggestion, find him on the streets don’t go to the station.” The two agents thanked Callihan and hit the streets again. They cruised in the car for two hours until Elliea finally caught sight of King walking down 4th on Frith wearing a tac vest over his uniform. All the law wore army grade gear to give them a fighting chance. Damian cruised to a stop next to the man and spoke out the open window. “King.” Danny relaxed when he saw his long time friends and drew close to the car door. “It’s been a while.” Damian shrugged, “We needed to talk.” King chuckled, “Oh so it’s business, otherwise you wouldn’t have come around? Thanks.” Damian smiled, “Yeah man. Actually, I got that feeling again.” King sobered and leaned on the window sill, “I’m listening”
*** The gang had no choice but to get prepared for a long afternoon. Fortunately they had practice for this sort of thing… After several hours they had kind of migrated to the living room as well as the kitchen/dining room. King had loosened his tie and rolled up his cuffs and was sitting with an elbow hooked on the back of his chair halfheartedly reading a magazine for interlocking brick systems. *snip* The young man that had entered the kitchen stood in the doorway and one of those weird stare thing took place. He continued to stare, unsure what exactly was going down. “Uh...sis….what?” Next didn’t ever even bother to look up from her screen, “Guests, business. Hi.” His face twisted into a weirded out look for a moment before he shrugged said, “Whatever” and walked over to a cabinet nearby.
He hurried into the house and ran to where she was playing on the carpet. “Lizzy! Come’n now I need yu to do something far me.” She turned her big blue eyes up to him and spoke in a childlike lisp, “Whey? Anner and Lian are gettan sodas.” She held up the two dolls to show him. Con grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet. “Tell you whet, yu can keep them with you if you can keep them quiet.” He led her to the closet and sat her down in the corner on a blanket pile. “Here, yu nestle down in there and pretend your a quite little animal in her nest.” She nodded and he went out and closed the door then bee lined for his room. He opened his small closet and dug a long familiar, very dust, case out of the random items on the top shelf. He took it to the front room and settled in front of the door. The figures were about the size of the first knuckle of his finger. Con quickly opened up the case and assembled his sniper rifle with practiced ease. Once it was all put together he opened the window a few inches, knelt on one knee, rested the muzzle on the window, and sighted down the scope. He felt the quiet stillness and calm that always came over him when he looked down the scope. The world was distant and easily managed through that scope. He fixed his sight steadily on the approaching figures and tracked them as the got closer. The way they were walking….they were definitely not country folks.
Damian led the way to a crumbling office building that advertised “The Smartest Lawyers in Town”. He made his way through the small, dingy room to the tiny reception desk where a familiar face asked what she could help them with. Damian leaned on the desk corner and smiled, “Hey Callihan, I need to talk with Dan.” She quirked an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, no handouts here.” Damian twitched back than sighed and grumbled, “Fine, put me through my paces.” Then continued louder. “Not even a life saving pickle?” She replied, “How did you hear we had those?” “A guy at a hotel told me. They had bad food.” She tilted her head, “Rat problem?” Damian ran a hand through his hair, bored. “Among other things. The bellhop was energetic.” Sweety Callihan thought for a moment while looking into Damian’s eyes then spoke once more, “Can’t be too careful these days. The keepers get more and more clever. We lost a fellow in the TacDiv just last night. When you looking to talk with Mr. King?” Elliea placed a hand on the desk, “As soon as possible. Is he in?” Callihan smiled professionally, “He’s on beat.” Damian quirked a sardonic eyebrow, “Law practice has changed a lot.” Sweety gave him an dry look, “He doesn’t work here he’s a cop. And just a suggestion, find him on the streets don’t go to the station.” The two agents thanked Callihan and hit the streets again. They cruised in the car for two hours until Elliea finally caught sight of King walking down 4th on Frith wearing a tac vest over his uniform. All the law wore army grade gear to give them a fighting chance. Damian cruised to a stop next to the man and spoke out the open window. “King.” Danny relaxed when he saw his long time friends and drew close to the car door. “It’s been a while.” Damian shrugged, “We needed to talk.” King chuckled, “Oh so it’s business, otherwise you wouldn’t have come around? Thanks.” Damian smiled, “Yeah man. Actually, I got that feeling again.” King sobered and leaned on the window sill, “I’m listening”
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Yeeessss, I’m a cop now. xD
You were a cop when you were a young teen but then you worked your way up the ladder and became boss.
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