[b]A Day Earlier.....Wednesday Afternoon Jace Williams & [/b]
Bruce was driving around in his squad car, today was a hectic day indeed. The gruesome murders at the apartment complex neighboring Georgia State University were brutal. "I just need something regular after that," He was stressed his goal was always to meet quota and of course help the community but with all this super powered nonsense he had to be careful who he pulled over.  "We're going to need the national guard to deal with people like that whoever they are, hold on that guy looks like he's swerving a bit, I hate drunk drivers." He rolled his eyes as he changed lanes and began navigating through traffic to get to a 2013 Ford Mustang

"I can't believe I'm getting high with you. I haven't seen you forever," said Sierra while she worked the steering wheel and smoked the pot rolled up cigar. He took the blunt. He told her he would give her some money to use her car, and she asked where the dude had got enough cash to rent a car. He said it was financial loans for school, and she said she would think about it. By the time they arrived at her apartment, she jerked him a little bit and let him have the car for two days for $300. He expressed how much he liked her and sped off. He was joyriding when he found a gram bag of cocaine beneath the driver seat. "Hell, Yes."

"Yeah this guy is defiantly on something."  Bruce got around another car, and got behind Erik's vehicle. His whole black charger was an undercover police car making it easier for him to navigate, and remain anonymous. He quickly turned on his police siren, his lights blaring as he  spoke through the intercom. "PULL OVER!!!"
"Hello got a driver I suspect to be high on something, 2013 Mustang,  no back up required might just be a reckless kid who needs a ticket, stand by." He spoke into the police radio to the station

"Goddamn!" Erik was rubbed the wrong way by the undercover cop. He looked in the mirror and discovered him behind the '13 year model sports car that Erik had on loan. There was nowhere to turn and stop immediately, so the cop must have tailed him for one-quarter mile before the Ford pulled into a McDonald's. He parked it in a place, and turned it off. He thought,... this is a ton of shit that is coming down on me. I threw out the cocaine, but there's weed in the back, and it's not  my car, and I don't have my fucking phone. He hung his head low.

"Shit I hope it's someone I can actually get that's worthwhile damn city making weed a ticket is making the quota harder and harder to meet." He sighed although he was frustrated with the law it was for the better. As much as he enjoyed the rush of authority that came from enforcing the law, some things were better off not having a big punishment attached to them.  As the mustang pulled over, he positioned his gun in his holster.  Hopping out in the Mcdonalds parking lot and walked over to the car." Whew wheee it smells like strong marijuana in here, you got the real thing not those vapes that've been killing people on the news, so to save time you already know that's probable cause, instead of trying to stick you with a DUI I'll just search the vehicle."
"Why don't you step out the car, and let me take a look kid, the way it smells you probably don't have anything left right?"

Erik played it cool. He scratched the left side of his face, and looked up at the cop with an accepting voice, and face. "Yeah, officer, I took a girl to the movies tonight. We had a good time." The inhibition he felt was fading away. He was becoming intent, besides free without motive.  He was worried, and not content. He was fidgety, moving his leg a little bit.

"Well I'm glad you had a good day so far, hopefully it remains that way." Bruce said before forcing him out the car so he could take a look inside the mustant. Shining his flash light and ignoring the pungent aroma of cannabis he was looking around for anything incriminating, drugs, guns, etc. "Hmmm...might be your lucky day kid looks like I can't find...anything." A hint of disappointment in his voice, "Ah here we go." He said finding the quarter ounce in the back seat, and stepping out the car. "So far we have a marijuana citation ticket, $75 dollars, failure to pay or show up in court will result in  a bench warrant for your arrest." Still his voice lacked excitement as he began writing out some paper work.
"I'll take one more look inside, and if there's nothing else your good to go, ." [i]Back in the day this would be grounds for an arrest[/i]. Peeking back into the car to do one more search his eyes lit up. "Now that's what I'm talking about."  He'd located two grams of powder cocaine in the pocket below the driver window, and stepped out the car. "What do we have here, party for your nose huh, and I didn't see any registration or insurance in the vehicle, your up shits creek, turn around your under arrest for Driving without insurance, driving without registration, felony posession of cocaine, & marijuana citation for less then one ounce." He said going to cuff Erik.

"You have got to..." and that was when the city cop he didn't have to do anything but his job. Erik complained a little, and he was starting to feel energy surging through his spine, his arms and his neck. He wanted to "bang" on the cop, but he steadily continued to keep himself calm on the way to the back of the patrol car. The officer didn't shackle him, and he loosened his hand cuffs, but put on a seat belt  for safety. It wrapped around his stomach, and over his chest. "Fuck me running"

Bruce made his way inside the patrol car and spoke inside the radio. "Dispatch, I need an impound 2013 ford mustang, no registration, no insurance,  kid looks like a dealer, I'll have one more sweep then I'll bring him to intake." Bruce spoke into the radio as another police car pulled into the mcdonalds parking lot sirens blaring, and he rolled his eyes. [i] Katie, always sticking her nose where she dosen't belong [/i] "Officer Barnes, I said I didn't need any back up I've got this handled, but glad your here."

“Oh come on Brucey it’s a dangerous world out there right now, without Judy you couldn’t arrest a paper bag.” Katie spoke venom seething from her voice as she turned to look at Erik. “So that’s the druggie scum.”

“Yeah that’s him, nothing too big but the coke he has the quality looks very similar to what we’ve confiscated from Ramon’s people.” He said examining the cocaine he had in evidence. “Alright I’ll go ahead and take him in, we’re done here.”

“Ugh it’s a shame to grab the white ones, I’m sure there’s plenty of black guys you could have grabbed, there the one’s we don’t belong here.” She spoke letting her ever so present racism show, even though Bruce didn’t agree. As she stepped back into her SUV to turn her sirens off her car was suddenly flung across the parking lot into the wall of the Mcdonalds.

“What the fuck!!!!” Bruce quickly drew his weapon only to see a man approaching in all black with a face mask with openings for his mouth, and eyes approaching. “Stand down!!!! “ The man didn’t heed his warning so Bruce opened fire. Three bullets lodged into the man’s chest but were crushed upon impact. Bruce stumbled back only for the masked man to grab Bruce and push him sending him flying a few feet into the back of a parked nissan.

“Fuck you Bruce” The man waltzed over to Bruce’s car and ripped the door off, then reached for Erik’s cuffs and snapped them like tooth picks. “Dumb ass finna get booked, fucking round with Bella, I told you to stick with me kid.” Erik could recognize the voice behind the mask Jace Williams, another dealer who worked for Bellal who’d gotten fired for being too reckless. “Play along, and you can avoid jail I’ll go easy on you  white boy .” He Took out a gun and pointed it at his head. “COME ON BITCH!!! GET IN THE FUCKING CAR LETS GO!”

Erik got into the car. He was moving fast. He had remembered this guy, he was a dope dealer. Then, something else about a car salesman.  Erik was one more step away from charging up, then he realized it was over. He was freed, and with a capable partner. "I remember a little something about you, but I don't care; that is, unless I'm suffering memory loss... which is possible." The man looked at him like a cowboy looked hard at a prostitute. Basically, he stated to Erik looking at him to be quiet, and relax.

As soon as they were in the mustang Jace put the gun on his lap not wanting Erik to feel threatened by the weapon in his face, and took his mask off.  "Memory less mayne ain't no need to be scared of me, you always been a tough guy don't let a bullet proof brother who can bench press SUV's change that shit forreal." Jace barked almost a bit too aggressively then instinctively calmed down.   "Look I know you cool with Bella, and shit, but I killed Ramon and all his people earlier, they been at me and my cousins neck for a long time. With these powers I got,  me and Cornell going run the dope game out here. I just know you gotta market on lock with the college kids, now I ain't finna force you to work with me or nun but you see how good shit is when you working with me, even the cops cant stop you" He said not wanting to be forceful, although he was violent when it came to working with people he wanted them to come willingly

"I have  to go to class on campus a few times a week. I can do whatever you want, but this is bullshit how I've got into it with you. But, I can operate. We can work. Shit, I've got something coming out of me. Something violent, and none no-answer taking," Erik didn't have a lot to say. He was feeling like a hound on the trail of a six point buck. It was like being an animal, instinctual and fast moving. "What do you want me to do?"

"For now lay low, that cop who was tryna arrest you, his wife locked me up, so I wasn't joking about you not owing me shit for this, plus I'm sure Bella's mad at me for Ramon so I gotta keep some of her people outta the law's hands." He never had any personal problems with Bella, Hector was the one that fired Cornell, but if anyone could sway him it would be her. "You just need to lay low,  all the witness's saw me put a gun to your head, oh yeah this yours." Jace handed him the drugs Bruce had confiscated for him. "Shit if I get Bella on my side we all on the same team already, if she gotta go night night we'll go from there." He said sititng back in the car. " Make that right drop me off over there, and get some fucking insurance on the damn car bruh you tripping." Reaching in his pocket again he handed Erik $800 in blue hundreds.

"Yeah, I got this. Bella ain't cooling down, but you can count on me doing this. All I got is a seven grams of weed, which has been smoked some, and then I got this little bit of cocaine. I'll probably be awake doing a little by a little, so can I call you? I'm going to the roach motel, where all the crackheads are at. I might end up hitting one of them with a charged up pillow," he said smiling. Then, the two exchanged positions, Erik getting behind the wheel and Jace riding the short distance to get dropped off at a city bus route bench. "I'ma call you."

"Shit we good money then, don't forget to get the right paperwork on this car next time you bout to get jammed I might not be cruising by white boy." Jace retorted as he stepped out the car, making sure to grab his mask and stuff it in his pocket. "Damn it's hot as fuck I can't be wearing this shit." Walking over to a trash can he took off the hoodie and tossed it in a nearby trash can wiping sweat off his brow. "Ight I got work to do, if I wanna really run shit in the A." He muttered to himself as he sat down on the bench and was breathing heavily. Increasing his strength and durability for extended periods had drained his energy. After resting for a few minutes he left the bus stop to attend to other matters