[i]Alright,let's start the bullshit[/i]. That was Vito's first thought as the heavy-set sargent thundered his way over to him."Afternoon sarge, how are y-". He was cut off by the sarge yelling in front of his face.[color=ed1c24]"Where the hell were you all damn weekend?!"[/color]. A brief pause. Then Vito spoke."My house,where else would I be Frank?". That statement only seemed to make Frank angrier,turning his pale white face to the color of a tomato.[color=ed1c24]"Why the hell weren't you on duty!?"[/color]. Vito removed,you guessed it,another cancer-stick from his jacket. Quick flick of the good ol' zippo and the shit was lit. Vito looked to Frank,another shit-eatin grin spread wide across his face."Eh. Didn't feel like,plus Sol said he'd cover for me so...you should talk to him". The detective pushed past the mass of Frank,a chuckle escaping from under the hat. A squad car pulled up and two rookie uniforms stepped out."Afternoon boys, afraid you missed it. C.S.I are crawling in there,best not go in and disrupt em or we could get another 'incident' like last year".The rookies still just stood there,kinda like a bunch of dumbasses.[color=6ecff6]"We uh got business with the sarge"[/color]. Vito shrugged and made his way past them,catching something of the radio in the car.[i][b]*crrrch* All available units,
 402 in progress. Market District.*crrrch*.[/b][/i]

Vito was headed that way anyways,had some people to question. The detective removed his worn pager and sent a message to Sloth. Yes,he had Sloth saved in his pager,added back when they were somewhat'friends'. Never bothered to remove it.[color=ed1c24]TALK-M.DISTRICT[/color].[i]Send[/i]. Now all he had to do was wait for a reply,ya know considering if Sloth would actually answer the damn thing.

[b]November 1,2017[/b]-Market Square,Market District-[b]1:30 P.M[/b]

402 meant drunk and disorderly and this guy was A LOT of both. When Vito arrived on scene,the douche had already kicked over several stalls and beat a stall-owners face in. This would be necessarily easy process if the guy wasn't a beast of a man. "You gotta be fuckin kiddin me". The detective sighed as the man charged recklessly into yet another stall.[color=39b54a]"Cristina! Come back to me!"[/color]."Yo,she ain't comin back". The man turned and faced Vito,giving him a death stare. Seeing how this could very out of hand very quick,Vito drew his pistol from the holster on his hip.

"You have till the count of three to get on the ground"

[color=39b54a]"Do you know who I a-"[/color]

"One"

[color=39b54a]"I will have you ripped limb from limb you disgus-"[/color]

"Two"

[color=39b54a]"So are you ready punk? ready to di-"[/color]

"Three"

[i]Blam!

Blam![/i]

Two shots,one for each kneecap. The buffoon went down,screaming in pain. Soon after,paramedics and a squad escort went off to the hospital and later to the jail."All in a day's work". Vito grinned and holstered his sidearm again. With nothing better to do,he found a bench to sit on and waited for Sloth. [i]Just gotta trust he'll show.[/i]