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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 25, 2015 5:04:25 GMT
Del released the wheel as the perps car neared the wall. Slamming into them and nearly through them wasn’t fun but he was prepared and was out of the car before they even had a chance to adjust to their new state of semi-consciousness. Dragging the driver through the window as the passengers leaked from the holes he’d put in them and the effects of the crash he secured them all the same.
He went to dial in and noticed he’d dropped his phone a ways back or at least he hoped he’d dropped it, the phone wasn’t crash insured. Just was he was deciding on whether to let the men, boys really die of their wounds the uni’s showed up. It was Pettrov and her partner he hoped to not see them for a while. He’d been trying to avoid her for the last six weeks as she’d swiped right when she saw him. She was a looker biut several reasons he just wasn’t into her Nordic beauty or the fact her partner had nothing but big doe eyes for her. It was a mess he wanted no parts of.
"Yeah. Fine we got a few knuckleheads who aren’t you guys wanna call in another bus. Before we start earning back our title from Chiraq."
Moving back to his baby he looked her over. Nothing a few days in the shop wouldn’t heal. Thank god his challenger was a work of defensive art. The few abrasions and scrapes were largely superficial. "And yeah if they are big enough to point and shoot they should be big enough to duck and cover." Sliding it into reverse he backed away leaving this crime scene to make it back to the original to find his phone. Damn Monica was still on the line when everything kicked off. Even if he didn’t find his phone he’d have to call her back. She was a worrier. He wasn’t sure if it was her womanhood or her being a cop that made her so he’d guess cop.
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Post by imaginary on Dec 25, 2015 7:31:06 GMT
She sighed calling in the bus they would need a few watching Del her lip chewed not getting why he was o damn distant always. Shed though maybe he'd like her back the other guys found her pretty so either he was gay or celibate or something. Getting in the car to wait for the back up watching him pull away. Then she realised Dodson was talking to her the redhead was mildly annoying loud and crass but he looked at her funny alot.
The emt checked the men over carted the unconscious ones bandaged the driver and then they read him miranda rights cuffed him and took him back to the station.
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 25, 2015 7:43:58 GMT
She got to the hotel heard hed gone to the local er last night and went there they had kept im overnight for observation. Knocking on his door so as not to catch a bare butt on its way to the bathroom. When he bid her enter she put a mile on despite her worry for Del and other things" so is your brain sunny side up or over easy?"
laughing softly" got the dress unis this one yours"
Settling in a chair she got quiet and as deep in thought when she heard the officers outside Matt's room standing watch get a call over the radio about an attack at the local therapist's office Eric was mentioned as were possible lion sighting. he groaned " Im starting to not like New orleans and mi home this has been nutts"
Looking at her partner oddly enough she felt no guilt over what shed done and wa more concerned with what they had coming up.Doctor Coming in telling them both the concussion would mend but to take it easy and sleep sitting up for at least a day more. She promised to keep an eye on him and stepped out o he could dress getting a coffee from the machine down the hall. They didn't have chi.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Dec 25, 2015 8:51:01 GMT
He lay his mind going over the raid focusing on what could have been done differently under the time constraint. There was nothing and that’s the only place LT Vincent might catch it. He’d spent the night thinking how there could have been a different outcome. The news went back and forth as to what quick thinking and how bad things had gotten. He’d been questioned by several dicks from the rat squad who waffled from friendly as their come on to outright hostile. He gave them the civilian version of name rank and serial number.
AS the knock came he called out “Go away unless you’ve brought me women” As Monica came in he broke down laughing. “Close enough, What’s the word out there partner?” Seeing she was occupied mentally he answered her joking question dropping his question in the hopes of maybe allowing her the space of her thoughts. “Poached"
Hearing her laugh he rolled with it. It wasn’t a boisterous laugh but she was trying so he would as well to keep her spirits up. "Thanks did you get the one with the figure slimming spanks already sewn in for me like I asked."
Matt grew quiet as the call came in. he sat up to hear the squawk better. He caught Eric and Lions and was half way out of the bed before he realized Monica wasn’t armed nor was he as they’d locked his service piece in the safe in the corner of the room. “I never liked it I just hoped it wasn’t as back of beyond as I’d heard. For everything good that comes out two bad. But at least they aren’t the murder capital of the country anymore."
AS the doctor came in Matt spotted the release papers and kept his mouth shut motioning and then at the doctor tried soft shoeing the information as Monica was in the room. When she stepped out he got the key for the safe form the doctor and got dressed.
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 26, 2015 1:39:53 GMT
She'd laughed at the women thing now out in the hall sipped her coffe. Making a face she didn't know how Samuel drank this stuff. When he came out she looked at him" so why dont we go to lunch i know its a hospital in New Orleans but still a hospital then we won't be at the wake on an empty belly"
Waiting for an answer then " I'll tell you bout my day then as well"
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Dec 26, 2015 2:19:58 GMT
Eyeing her coffee covetously he smirked answering her. “Lead the way I couldn’t eat because of tests and my headache." He felt better already just to be leaving. He wouldn’t be one hundred percent for awhile but up and moving without his head falling off was better than the alternative. His head still ached and his hearing wasn’t one hundred percent but the ringing had dimmed t a dull roar and he didn’t get any fading swims when he moved his head. So it was a start.
He smiled as he knew her day had to be better than his and better than the one they’d be heading into tomorrow with eth wake the funeral and the flights back home. He would look into trading his ticket in for a bus trip so he could sleep. It’d mean losing a few days of vacation pay bit he considered his options and knew would probably be the best thing.
Yeah a less than quick bus tour back to the Rotten Apple sounded like the best medicine. Knowing his luck it would break down in Savannah or somewhere. He could see it now. It almost made him want to stay just to prolong the grind. He’d been away from the action and knew the world kept right on spinning. It’d be difficult reconnecting with his street contacts and to be honest he hadn’t had a vacation in over two years.
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 26, 2015 4:53:17 GMT
She nodded and looped her arm into his carrying the uniforms and trying to think of the quickest way to get back to the place samuel had taken them. It seemed so long ago and she was wary.
Looking at Matt " so you know what that idiot del did? He called me and then goes and gets in a shoot out and dropped his phone so I'm assuming hes ok but isn't that crazy?"
She sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder it was weird then she realized and stood up"sorry"
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Dec 26, 2015 5:13:49 GMT
He nodded slowly to test how his head felt and acknowledge her news about Vincent. He was kind of a hot head Matt was coming to realize. Also New Orleans was far more lively crime-wise than he had any real understanding of. It didn’t make much sense to his way of thinking. It was too much so close to each other and on top of each other. The Apple he could understand being so congested but this little should be sleepy burg he had a hard time mentally seeing it as such a hotbed.
Looking back at her "You’re assuming? I’m sure he is after all we would have heard if he wasn’t But how is all this craziness happening now or is this normal?" He knew she couldn’t answer but that was fine he was simply thinking out loud.
As she rested against him he did his best to keep his thoughts pure or as pure as they ever were around her. " Don’t Sweat it. You didn’t do nothing."
Taking one of the bags form her he gave her a brotherly nudge. She was his partner and deserved better than what he was thinking. From him at least, what they had was good nad crnal acts only got in the way t least so far.
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Post by imaginary on Dec 27, 2015 23:27:40 GMT
Dispath was busy catching things at the drs office and cleaning up after del most were just ready for what ever had tgaken over the city to be over an almost longed for mardi gras
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 27, 2015 23:34:13 GMT
"yeah your right hes just o damned annoying "
He was being gracious and he appreciated it more the he knew. he stammered" I Think I'm still a bit shook that as my first major raid and just thinking all those people depended on me what if i had screwed up?"
That had been honest and candid she shook it off" anyway trust me these poboys are killer in a good way"
That's just it things were bad here but not this bad she looked at him then whispered " its that drug its rampant here and there are people making money on it that shouldn't be its caused all these thing or escalated it."
They reached the ground floor and stepped out she called an uber and soon they were headed to the restaurant from the other night. It was packed again but she found them a small outdoor table and ordered a virgin hurricane for each and a full sized crawfish and another shrimp both dressed she'd have them cut in half so he could let him taste each. plus a basket of pome frite with cajun season, desert was also an option but shed see how they did. She people watched while they waited mind back in new york praying they could stop this from happening there.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Dec 30, 2015 3:37:51 GMT
"Yeah I know what you mean. The smile, the eyes, and his seeming habit of doing risky borderline illegal things. Yeah annoying sounds like you two are too much alike." Matt began with a smile before quite catching the meaning behind all of her words.
Growing more serious despite himself he went on. "You can’t think like that you do some amazing things and no one but you can do what you do the way you do. Even on our worst day you’re better than the majority of people I have ever met or known."
Taking the hint he moved with the flow. He was perceptive enough to see that she was uncomfortable with what she’d shared he wouldn’t hold against her. “They have anything meatier. I will definitely try them both but you know I like things a little redder. You know all these hours down here and I can’t find a decent pizza to save my soul."
He was a long time soldier of the street level drug wars he had a ton of contacts through the ranks from corner boys all the way up to distributors and weight movers. He had never cracked the international boys but he had made quite a few contacts amongst the movers who trafficked across stateliness. It was a world bound by one simple law don’t get caught burn every bridge and leave no witnesses. It was all that and more when it came to the designer market. The money in that field came from teaching how to manufacture. Though normally those who invented taught a lesser version to increase the profit on their recipe. This was something different everyone’s recipe was the same which meant there was a central source. Sadly no money trails were visible. " V is no joke who ever is behind it will trip themselves up its just a matter of time and keeping a lid on it was much as possible."
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 31, 2015 7:53:02 GMT
" next youll be wanting a bagel and lox come on man a pizza?"
She was teasing but understood what he meant when the order came she got one more pulled pork and brisket po boi for later for him because it would hold up well to sitting and marinating and if he still was hungry he could have it. Starting in on her half the crawfish with a happy sigh. not wanting to think about anything past the crunch and flavor in her jaws. Then thinking about it she nodded" they will if they fallow the chemical track of purity"
It was like a light bulb went off and she texted new york to get on it knowing they would try to get a many samples from as many dealers as they could and compare and then compile that and start tracing back till they got to what she already knew but it would then stand up in court and they would be able to get the warrant to hit reno then, She could kiss mat for the idea but instead just winked at him and continued eating.
Sipping her drink and then asking" so are you gonna be up for this wake thing I hear funerals round these parts are different and there's music and dancing"
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Jan 11, 2016 21:37:14 GMT
" Smoked Salmon, MMMMMM.” He said doing his best Homer Simpson impression. It wasn’t that good but it got the point across. Taking a bite of the crawfish he had to admit it was actually pretty damn good. He wouldn’t ever admit it but it was the best he’d had since touching down and he’d had quite a few po’ boys in that small window. He chewed questioning what made it so good was it the bread the crawfish or their take on Roulade that was mixed in thick creamy and heavy enough to be a major component of the sandwich.
Caught up in his taste bud investigation he only caught up to what she was saying once she had her phone out dialing. He caught the sound of Ruben’s big-boned nasal speech even across the table. It made him chuckle it felt like a life time since he’d spoken to the forensics chief. He waited until she’d disconnected to speak up.
" It’s a good thought but what happens when it all comes up the same as it did the first few times. They are exactly the same strain. Some weird neutered neurotoxin and vamp blood and lycanthrope strains mixed and swirled with god knows what. Same makeup same consistency. Which is so unlike the designer market no one knows what to do. It’s just not done. Giving away the full strength recipe kills any chance of making any real money on it."
There was something there but he couldn’t put his finger on it he chewed surprisingly happy with the sandwich and the idea there was another version they’d bring along to have later.
New thoughts in any industry always led to new problems. It gummed up the works. Do an old thing a new way and the old guard tried to suppress you. The new Guard tried to outdo you. It was the fact everywhere you went no matter the field no matter the career. But what if these guys behind it were not trying to revolutionize the market. What if they were trying to bring it down. Then it would make since they wouldn’t be trying to make a profit. They’d be trying to saturate the market create a lack of faith or more exactly a crash.
“What if we’re approaching it wrong what if the goal is not to make money. What if the goal is to create a panic or crash the drug game and leave everybody hurting ?”
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Post by Monica Davis on Jan 12, 2016 3:52:00 GMT
Laughing then she noticed his study of the sandy ad smiled" mmhm I know its good"
then hearing him" actual we were looking for the wrong thing we need to look at regional difference by what blood is used because the samples did not all react the same some was more violent others more mild based on mix amounts ad some was cooked or process multiple times when changing hands from larger distributors to corner men"
but he had a point ad she texted that too to add to it "between what you said and my idea we should get a hit for sure"
Now she cold focus on her food taking a massive bite of the sandwich and wiggling and humming. Some people culturally she noticed did that when they tasted things they liked made noises of appreciation and even danced a bit. Popping a few of those fries in her mouth and licking her lips they were salty spicy tart and herby it was perfect next to the sandwich." sooooo good I cant even right now"
This place was dangerous to her waist line shed need to hit a gym later or something after the wake which she was sure they would also be eating and drinking at.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jan 14, 2016 8:22:18 GMT
It took several minutes to find his phone. It was scratched but mostly undamaged. He thought of calling Monica back but thought better of it. This was his city afterall so he did what a detective was trained to do. He detected he imagined what he would want after spending so much as fifteen minutes within the embrace of the medical institutions. Find something to eat. And while there were several very passable places in the area he knew Monica would seek out the best. That meant one of two places.
Thinking of their conversation at the foremost he settled on the second. It was human nature to avoid places of any stress. It was one of the reasons breakups were so hard for most. It was why he did all he could to stay away from the Eastside. Too many would have been great memories ruined by his divorce. Sighing he pulled to a stop outside the restaurant he spotted Monica’s partner first his head on a permanent swivel and that big city grin he usually hated on anyone’s face save Monica’s. He could admit he envied the man some he had all year to spend in Monica’s shadow.
Smiling he made his way to them. “Thought I’d pick ya both up as we were so rudely interrupted by a few knuckleheads.” He said by way of greeting them both.
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