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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Aug 21, 2016 17:08:39 GMT
She'd called ahead and told her uppers that she had the shop owner from the store hit last night that he was a victim and was targeted because of trying to help his community. She played it up making them feel sorry for him and even managed to fill Matt in in a second call so he wouldn't be caught unaware.
They were about to release the moonsame on bail after the night before so Samuel's little show was perfectly timed. Made it seem as retaliation from having brothersome in pack locked up. She knew it was coming but didn't so as she ushered erick in talking to him the flurry of wolves attacking caught her off.
They were on the steps going in her boss waiting at the top wanting to shake Ericks hand in person when they hit. She swung round as he was taken off his feet hard with two on him. The other officers in shock she yelled" he's under attack they're wolves shoot to injure not kill we need them alive"
Most out side knew who she was and what she could do so they didn't question how she knew. Erick was holding his own but that many to one was rough on any one the wound Matt fave him got tore open he was bleeding different places.
Then as if a signal given they scattered howLing only one was to hurt and get was taken in for booking. The news cameras had caught it all." Folks we are going to see to Mr Kelly's wounds and have him out to give his statement"
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Post by Erick Kelly on Aug 21, 2016 23:21:58 GMT
He was mid conversation had maybe a seconds notice then two men hit him hard and sent him down the stairs rolling. They were on him growling punching kicking and dragging. Only his flexibility and wrestling days kept him from getting more hurt.
He roared and tossed one up the stairs and heard him land awkwardly. He knew the detective didn't have a bleary shot or risk hitting him then it was over. He was groaning and being helped up. Blood dripped from his lip back forhead. The shirt was ruined and he limped for a few minutes till his body started knitting.
Heading in people were buzzing bleating. Face wiped they sat him down splotches of his blood quickly cleaned off the floor by people in jump suits and gloves. They would not risk Infection. He waved offor pain pills and tried not to get frustrated with the fussing over him because he was supposed to be kind and heroic.
When they had him taped up the bullet from Matt removed and a fresh new tee-shirt that just happened to say NYPD on it he was marched back out to questionsee and the adoring press. They ate up his brough and oh gosh m'am.
" I saw a wrong being done in ma neighborhood and couldna sit idle as this ma new home here in America. Rig here in new York was taken over by scumbags and drugs nae matter human or those like me of the preturnatual community. I belive tha if we see wrong and are strong enough te fix it then by golly we should. They thought I should Have minded my business and so they destroyed it all I Have aND every thing I worked for all because I didnae let them ruin things..whats a man to do?"
The shutters snapped cameras rolled he fielded more questions and when the officers felt he should take no m I really he was taken in and allowed to sit near Monica who looked frazzled but mildly pleased they had pulled it off for now. The moons were public enemy number one.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Aug 22, 2016 4:31:20 GMT
Matt was late. He was angry and when Moni called he was QBE three minutes out from the precinct. He was possed at himself for leaving but trusting her last night. As such he stayed up listening the band and the damage done. Hed driven by and saw the mess theyd made. It was bad but not as bad as he feared.
So as Moni called he wanted to say sorry and he was on his way. Yet her filling him in didnt allow that. He was knocked a little for a loop when shed said the shopkeep was with her and on the way to make a statement.
He mhmmed and unhhunhed even as part of mind was screaming what in the high holy hell. She ended the call and he found a place to park. As he was getting out of the car he heard more than saw the fight. They were a blur of motion and yet Erick managed to fend them off.
As they took to feet Matt hopped back in his car and gave pursuit. Their car was already in motion as he rounded the corner. Their otherness showed as they wheeled in and out of traffic then disappeared up an alley. He was on their heels one second then not the very next.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Aug 22, 2016 6:18:50 GMT
She watched as they fussed trying to stay out of the way she was a bit mad at the violence of it. She'd known but not and it had rattled her. He took it like a champion and she waited for Matt who should have been here. They had moved erick to some where actually cozy and away from prying eyes. She texted Samuel " I hope that worked like you wanted he did better than I thought "
She sighed and wondered where this was going and she had hours before she could get away again. They were even talking bout getting the mayor to lead a group of people to rebuild his shop. Photo ops galore
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Aug 22, 2016 11:04:17 GMT
Reporters in place and Abel at the door he dressed quickly meeting his eyes in the mirror just once as he knew he was descending into perilous territory there were hundreds of things that could go wrong. He was humble enough to admit that to himself. He was confident enough in his understanding of the way the world really worked to know that even if he’d misstepped things would work out closer to his way of thinking than not.
Then it dawned on him the one thing that could gum up the works. In the city as rife with corruption as New York he had underestimated the chances of good cops doing their job. He’d not properly accounted for that potential and things even with as many cutouts he was sure Abel used could with efforts and great pains be traced back. Doing a quick calculation, he suspected no sooner than a few months. So he had to either find ways that could curtail that potential outcome or worse turn the cutouts into patsies.
He was prepared to do both but was not ready to burn those bridges yet. Instead he phoned a certain Oba who had a renowned hacker in her employ. She was the one Hyena that Samuel didn’t despise and was as cold as winter in Greenland when she had to be. It took seconds longer than he’d wanted but the ask was granted and he’d accrued another debt to be paid. Yet once the hour ticked by all financial loose ends of would be tied up with Aerotransport and squared away. That left the phone calls and kite ssent flying. That would take some leg work. He and Abel set about that next. One errand after the other each taking valuable time he needed to accomplish other goals.
Finally concluded he returned to the central conceit of impeding good cops form being too good. He spent and lent favors to insure the area around Central Booking and One PP was snarled. He arranged a Flash mob that was initially bent towards a wedding proposal to relocate. He managed to incite a small bit of extreme guerilla activists to throw an impromptu rally. He’d arranged for the permits for a film crew to be mislabeled and lastly he let slip to the insurance scammers that the area would be filled for a secret meeting by rich and very discrete marks all willing to pay to keep from having anyone know they were in the city. And as odious as it was he even managed to have a very vocal group of antipreternatural activists all but storm the area. The police would have their hands filled to the brim and then some.
In short, in the few hours since their departure and right up to the press conference he effectively locked the area down and made it harder to escape than Fort Knox. It was the opposite of city planning. It was city deconstructing targeted solely at the police. His last errand while seemingly a waste of time was probably one of the more important ones. He reached out and arranged a meeting with Aero’s de facto heads. He wanted to offer them quarter and give them a chance to withdraw. It was a calculated maneuver to keep them busy as his proxies bought shares of their company and maneuvered them into the minority.
As he entered their offices he activated his jammer they would only be able to receive calls via landlines while he was with them. Dirty yes but necessary. Removing his coat he waited for them to mull over his offer and his phone vibrated. Insulated as it was he looked at the screen and typed in return.
‘Perfect. Now follow the money.’ He fired off the routing numbers to the accounts that would lead her and her team to not only Aero but the Oriens Astrum. He didn’t like outing lycanthropes he especially didn’t like outing Prides but it was the one good thing he could do with his time avenge his brothers treatment at their hands. Petty yes but when unleashing hell it was better to go scorched Earth and settle as many grudges as possible. Distance alone would make it difficult but only just so. He calculated three weeks for a Forensic Accountant to follow the bread crumbs and shut the two groups down. By that time, they would have run to their allies and exposed them as well.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Aug 22, 2016 20:59:42 GMT
She was rear deep in alligators right then chaos in sued as all of his clever little fixes hit. She was staring down anti preturnatual protesters with riot gear on at that very second. These people were sickening. They had also ruined the end of the proposal flash mob and sent the couple fleeing.
She thought the lady said yes before everything went to hades in a hand basket but she wasent sure. Pulled from revelry as a woman spit in her face thank goodness for the visor because it was a nasty one.
She sighed had she been another type of cop the lady would have gotten a bust in the mouth. Instead she stared and went to her quiet kill space and then the smile happened. The woman who had been so confident back pedaled and almost fell. Satisfaction guaranteed , eventually they broke them up and arrested some.
It was like that with most of this and by lunch she debated turning in her badge. Then the text she hadn't noticed got noticed. Brow raised she started pulling files from the docks sent that to her it guy. She'd just finished muscling down soup and he raced up to her excited the domino's were tipped and every thing the man had put in place was being chased to the letter how he expected.
The word went out calls were made and then the link was found lions to aero to wolves to drugs. This became the case of the century for NYPD not just ripit.
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Post by Erick Kelly on Aug 22, 2016 22:41:33 GMT
He was napping as in actually getting in a nap in he'd all but healed up even the bullet wound closed and he was content for now. None of what was going on out side reached him.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Aug 23, 2016 0:53:12 GMT
He'd never been that large or physically imposing so as traffic snarled ro a complete stop he knew even flashing lights wouldn't help but he had to get back to the precinct. As such he locked his car and got out taking to feet.
His size made him fast. It also made him adept at dodging weaving in and out of traffic both vehicular and pedestrian. What did not do for him was make him the tank he neeeded to be.
As such it took ten minutes longer to nake it through the circus outside the house. When he finally made it in he was pissed. There was nothing to vent against or anyone to vent on so he went looking for his partner.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Aug 23, 2016 4:00:43 GMT
She was in the pen talking get animated lyrics with the forensic tech files team. They were finishing up the money traces a day getting warrants issued for people. There were even officials who werected hiding their status as infected who were about to be outed in a very public manner.
She felt the grey black red swirl that was Matt heading her way and turned to look. Wincing she shooed her companions and said" you look like some time on the mats down stairs would help or maybe the range"
Trying to sound more confident then she felt.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Aug 23, 2016 4:58:32 GMT
"Range."
He responded as while angry he wasnt really angry at her. He knew he wasnt but he wanted to vent and she was a target of opportunity.
She was witchy and sometimes that made his head hurt. She had her ins wuth the community and her sources. He wouldnt fault her for that his were lowlifes of the wholly human variety. Though this beat was hard he thought he had the hang of it. Be a good cop and it would show.
But she wasnt just a good cop she was a great one. And yet... there was an air that all wasn't right with the world. She was really great but there was something else. Hed watched as she played Vincent like a harp. And having heard the truth of what he was nade certain things stand out.
He was tired and shouldnt be having any conversations. But he would because he was that sort. Words mattered. Trust mattered. And he knew he wasnt wholly in her trust. He eanted to scrwan and only partially because of that realization.
The other was as he'd fought his way in as he faced down the mob he thought of her. It was not the thing to do but he did. That and how tired he was made this the thing that needed doing. He needed to act an ass and make her angry and establish some distance. Or he was done. His career would be over he would simply be useless if she wasnt around. He couldnt let that happen without an honest effort.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Aug 23, 2016 5:40:53 GMT
His aura was a mess and she'd never seen it like this. Nodding as they went to the range she could tell he had a mad on but she could take it. They got to the range and she got the ear protection and loaded the gun and holstered it.
Waiting on him" so um what up you seem a bit frazzled"
Biting at her lip and shifting on her feet. Head tilted she watched him waiting.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Aug 23, 2016 9:51:49 GMT
He noticed her body language. He knew she was reading him. He knew she had a backstage pass to what he was feeling and that made him angrier. He knew it was wrong and so he didn’t jump down her throat. He was counting to ten several times over so he didn’t’’t yell at her to not do that to not read him to not do that at all or even partially. To simply let him be mad and angry and childish. He didn’t say any of those things instead he held his breath forcing him to inhale deeply and exhale eve deeper.
They made it to the range and he stayed silent he kept form looking at her. Though just barely. He geared up in ear protection and eyewear. He cleared his piece and chambered a round. He shook his head and chuckled sourly as he was wearing the rig he’d picked up in New Orleans.
Setting his piece on the ledge he rolled his shoulders and slapped down three clips next to it. The previous shooter had the distance set for midrange ten yards. He moved the target back the full twenty. It would be a pain for the range master to retrieve if he was most shooters who spent their loads and left. He wasn’t most shooters. He stepped back looked her directly in the eye and said “Keep time.”
Not knowing if she would or would she try to talk before he was ready he stepped back into the berth snatched up the piece and fired until his clip was empty ejecting it as he slapped another home. The whole exchange from his starting and reloading took three point six six seconds. He repeated the action twice more finally spent and each clip empty lying on the ledge in the berth he sat the piece down still smoking and stepped out hands up. Ten point two five seconds from having started firing he was done. He looked at her the smell of spent gunpowder filling the space around them. He held the recall button as the target or more accurately what was left of the target came slowly up the field to them.
As it got closer it became apparent that he’d shot the head and heart completely out of it a near perfect grouping at twenty yards with a sidearm. And he’d come in second and third at the previous last two years shooters competition. Due to his time in UC he’d had to shoot in full balaclava and head gear but for him the heat was worth it to compete against the big boys of TAC and SWAT. He knew he could shoot he knew he was a damn fine detective and great partner yet the burden was already high and his anger was on him so he sighed letting his handiwork speak for him in this second. Forty eight shells three outside the kill zones.
“This is who your partner is Monica. I have your back. I am with you but sometimes I feel you aren’t with me. You have strange numbers calling you all the time with no name listed on your screen. You text when you think no one is looking. And you have an in with the people we are supposed to protect and police. Share or I walk. Let me in or I am done. This can’t be a one-way street anymore. You are a great cop but you are a maverick. You go cowboy at a moment’s notice and I get that but at least you know what I am doing when I am doing it or I give you the real heads up. Let me in or let me go.”
Having said his peace he waited the ball was truly in her court. He meant everything he said even as he felt guilt at having this conversation now because he was angry at the turn of events.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Aug 24, 2016 0:04:45 GMT
She didn't push she kept his count she also called out the safety stuff because occasionally cops were down here for smoke brake and it could get dangerous even though she felt no one else. " going hot shooter clear the gun safety off firing clear the gun holster the weapon..range clear"
All of that in the 10 almost 11 minutes he'd been shooting. Then he turned to her and spoke and the first thing she felt was sadness. Sadness that he felt it had come to this them she was confused as to why he cared what she did out side of work or to aid her job. Last was pure anger ..how dare he corner her how dare he give her ultimatum when she'd not told him to keep him alive and safe. When not knowing some of her secrets allowed him to stay a good cop incase push came to shove because heaven knew one of them had to.
Eyes narrowed she gave in to the craptastic day and the amount of frustration and anger it inspired. " so that's it? You can shoot good and call and tell me where you are so that makes you a good partner? Really? That's fucking weak and you should know better then to try and force my hand but since we here now..a good partner is knowing something by experience or having learned and knowing to share that knowledge with the other would compromise them both career and maybe even safety so you protect them by not dragging them into it by not sharing the nightmares and bullshit by making your self the only target if shit goes side ways. That's what I have been doing as your partner the maverick cowboy. That in with the monsters had a price I paid with interest and we both benefit but the backlash would be mine to shoulder."
She grimaced at how this next part tasted to her but he'd asked for it" as for who does or doesn't text me that is my personal business I have a lover a companion a life out side of here and we are both busy people so forgive me if just for a bit my stolen moment causes me to go radio silent because I didn't think I needed you to over hear a tryst between me and someone I'm seeing. I spend stupid amounts of time here and get called in at fuck all hours so any time I get it gaurd but since you just had to know..Bravo for getting that out of me de..tect..tive"
He had poked the hornets nest and if this didn't solve his button hurt she'd probably have to do damage control and tell Samuel she needed to confide in Matt or that she needed to stop being his partner " so if you are done with your shit fit and got what you needed then let me know am I filing for change of partner or reassignment for one of us or are we ok now?"
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Aug 24, 2016 1:01:30 GMT
He stopped his breathing stopped he held his breathe and tried to keep the smile form his face but failed. It was the best thing she could have done her anger and indignation was what he needed because in the end he was a good partner. He was having a bad day and her anger was the ice pack at the end of a hell of a workout. He relished it. Her truth was just the slave his bruised everything needed and she let him have it . He was as happy as a kid leaving school.
True joviality in his voice he laughed and laughed. It was the wrong thing to do by the text book when having a fight an argument laughter often made the other party angrier he knew that but textbook be damned he laughed. “Why didn’t you say so. I can cover your booty calls. I can’t cover you if I don’t know.” He was louder than he needed to be but emotion was a hell of a drug. The other they could work on. Whatever sort of deals she made in backrooms whatever less than legal activities she’d gotten up to he would help her get clean. They were good he just couldn’t continue turning a blind eye to what he didn’t know. There was backing her play then there was playing himself for a fool. The former he could stomach the latter had been eating him alive and it wasn’t until today that he knew it for what it was.
Sighing as his laughter left he said, “Look Moni I’ve liked you a lot probably more than I should and my ego was bruised by me being invisible. As long as you have someone anyone that makes you happy I’m good with that. You cultivating sources I’m good with that. I really am your partner. I got your back just don’t leave me in the dark let me know. Make me a willing participant in what you got going on. I know I can be a handful but make it easy for me to help and neither one of us have to go looking for a partner ever again.”
He looked at the berth and ledge then back to her. “If I’m not barking up the wrong tree its your turn.”
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Aug 24, 2016 3:31:37 GMT
Releaved he took it as just booty calls and her not wanting to share. Still mad as heck that he'd pushed buttons and then he laughed and she wanted to punch him in the mouth fist balled she took breaths hands begging to meet flesh but she calmed" fine when ever I need to get my freak on I'll text you ok?"
Rolling her eyes then tugging on the ear protection and glasses setting the distance much closer then he had he was definitely the marksman of the two. Instead she loaded the clip flicked safety and fired. Deliberate in her grouping two more clips spent. Then she brought the target to them. Smiling she handed it to him the whole genital area destroyed in a large bUT tight grouping." This is your partner Matt don't intentionally piss me off ever again"
She turned to leave letting him think on that trying not to smirk in front of him. Heading to the stairs and up she went.
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