[center][h2][color=silver]Jerry[/color][/h2][/center]

[sub][@Viciousmarrow][@Saint Girralo][@The Muse][@lovely complex][/sub]


Kylie’s eyes held desperation as she walked towards him mumbling about what was on the drive. It was clear that she didn’t want her brother and sister to see it and frankly it was probably best regardless of what was on the drive for neither of them to see it. Jerry narrowed his eyes as Kylie approached him. The girl was in shock or denial or something; regardless it looked bad. 

The girl's hand suddenly darted out towards the gun on his hip. Kylie’s tiny hand easily got ahold of the gun as Jerry just looked at her trying to determine what exactly she intended to do if she managed to get the gun out of its holster. For a series of long moments time seemed to slow for Jerry as he felt her tug at the gun. There was no way it was coming out of the holster; he’d once had a drug addict on PCP try and get it out of the holster. The man had failed miserably since it required a sequence of depressions on the outside of the holster in order to release the gun from the holster. One pathway diverged from another in his mind.

[color=red][i]The hand plucked the curved hook from its sheath alongside his gun. Hooked in the crook of his right finger it swished through the air as though to slap her but it came across her throat. Opening the smooth white neck with a heavy red line as the artery was opened to the air. Red blood spattered from it as he released the gun from its holster so as she fell back dying the gun came from the holster incriminating her. With a kick he knocked the gun away from her and replaced the hooked talon in its sheath beside the gun. Bending he retrieved the gun and help it on her bleeding dying form. Making sure that she would not rise again. 

It had been a clean death. The poor girl had brought it upon herself really; a pity that was for sure. The poor family had seen so many losses of late and it was unfortunate really. As the last beats of her heart forced the red life blood out onto the floor Jerry crouched down and casually brushed her eyes closed. “requiescat in pace”[/i][/color]

[color=blue][i]The hand tugged at the pistol and Jerry calmly put his hand on top of her’s before gripping her wrist and wrenching it over in a nasty wrist lock. With practiced ease he freed his handcuffs and snapped them around her wrist before switching his hand to her other hand before snapping it into the other side of the handcuff. With a deft sweep of his left leg Jerry took Kylie to the ground face first before placing his knee in the middle of her back to keep her there. “That was a terrible plan young lady.”[/i][/color]

The hand tugged at his gun and he gently put his hand ontop of hers. [color=silver]”Stop that. It won’t fix anything.”[/color] With a calm move he turned her to face the office. Putting his arm around her shoulder he calmly led the crumbling wreck of a girl towards the office. With a quick knock he pushed the door open. [color=silver]”Okay, fun is over. Your sister is coming with me and so is the flash drive. If it has evidence of prostitution on it then it is going to be booked like any other evidence. If you open it, then I’ll book you for tampering with evidence and obstruction of justice.”[/color] Jerry sighed heavily and leaned against the doorway. [color=silver]”See this is the kind of thing I was talking about. I don’t know if your family was like this before I met you or if this is just a reaction to living next to a cop. Either way I’ve lived here just a few days and it's already getting on my nerves.”[/color]
Jerry held out his hand for the flash drive. [color=silver]”I’m going to go book this, possibly book your sister. I dunno yet. It really depends on how I feel to be quite honest. Then. I’m going to come back and have lunch.”[/color] Looking down at his phone Jerry sighed. No such luck. No reason to just walk away from this shit since Nana hadn’t responded. Oh well.