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[CENTER][I][h1][color=green]Dean Rivers[/color][/h1][/i][/CENTER]

[Color=green]Time:[/color] Morning 
[Color=green]Location:[/color] Downtown San Francisco 
[Color=green]Interaction:[/color] None
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Paige was furious, and that was starting to become a constant emotion, if not the only one she was feeling. Ever since loosing her job as detective her life was spiraling into one misfortunate event after another. After so many years working as a narcotic detective her career had become an integral part of her identity. So loosing what she perceived as her ability to make an impact on the world was a devastating blow.

Her anger issues were prominent and had gotten her on paid leave in more than a few instances due to police brutality. Many in the public perceived her type of behavior problematic in the policing communities, but among her brothers & sisters in blue she was respected. After all law enforcement wasn’t a job that you could afford to coddle others nor one where you benefited from being nice. Day in and day out she was exposed to the worst elements of humanity breaded from individuals roped in the depths of criminality.

The media tended to portray many who were victims of police brutality as innocents, first time offenders or hapless victims of institutionalized racism. But for those who actually wore the badge & went out day & night on patrol to purge the world of it’s worst elements the truth was known. As such those previous instances and suspensions where not seen as marks against her character or capability as an officer. Rather they were seen as admirable sacrifices made by an honorable officer who hadn’t yet allowed the profession to drain her of morality & the drive to right the wrongs committed by the worst elements of society.

Still the incident that had led to her firing was one that had caused even some who had stood by her to question her behavior. Racism wasn’t something she was often accused of being that her own father was African American. But there were many in the black community which shunned her for her choice to fight crime that perceived her & other ethnic officers as “Showing out” for “mass. An ignorant belief for sure, perpetuated by many of the same individuals who thrived economically from criminal behavior & actions.

[Color=green]“Are you okay Paige”[/color] Paige looked up to see none other then her former partner Dean Rivers, he’d showed up to come see her & offered to take her to grab some ice cream. She was happy to see Dean as they didn’t work together those moments they shared were less and less. But she’d been on the job for almost ten years so they had a decade of experience shared in-between them.

“Yeah I’m fine, just reflecting on everything. With the way the world is, and the media always painting us as literal demons In human flesh, the job is becoming harder & harder. Honestly I’m starting to see me getting removed from the job as a blessing in disguise. The only problem now is getting hired anywhere.” Paige pouted as she picked up her spoon and took a few scoops of her strawberry ice cream before plopping it in her mouth. She mhmmed in satisfaction from the cold sugary treat entering her system.

[Color=green]“Look I get it Paige, might as well address the elephant in the room. That kid Banker is a bastard, and clearly looking at his record he’s up to no good. I know how it feels to see motherfuckers like him flash some cash that they no doubt earned from drugs or other shit, but what did you think was gonna happen planting drugs on him.”[/color] Dean protested bringing up the exact event that had gotten Paige hemmed up and led to her loosing her career as a decorated veteran SFPD officer. 

“You said it yourself tho! Dean you know what he was doing, we were both investigating that motherfucker, the energy plague is one of the worst things that ever happened, but for the first two months the quarantine actually had one positive impact on the community. Less drugs, then all of sudden after 2 months of things finally looking like we might actually WIN the war on drugs for the first time in ever, drugs start flooding the damn streets again. Everything we fought to stop was happening again, overdoses, junkies robbing people, people who actually wanted to get rid of they addiction being unable to relapse because they poison of choice wasn’t on the streets. People got they brothers, sisters, boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives, fathers, mothers…back.” Paige faltered off.

Dean frowned he knew what this was a bout, having worked at her side for years he knew the In’s and outs of what made her tick. He knew her vulnerabilities emotional & physical, as well as her motivations specifically in relation to her career. He felt as though all officers had a reason for doing the job, and Paige’s was clear. Her mother had been a heroin addict & that led to her & her younger sister Mia practically raising themselves.  Dean was no stranger to the dangers of drugs himself, seeing as how they’d de-railed his promising acting career. [Color=green]“I know, and you know I wanna put em all away myself, it’s just like you seen what happened when we don’t play by the rules, we get burned.”[/color]

Paige just huffed and sighed she knew Dean had a point. But Floyd was more the just some dealer to her, what he did was personal. Her sister Mia was in a coma fighting for her life, because her and her friends had gotten some pills from Floyd. The painkillers he presented to them for consumption had fentanyl meaning they were pressed. As if that was’t bad enough Mia’s friend overdosed ad Mia herself as well, only while her friend had died Mia was still fighting for her life. Thinking about her sister laying at home as a vegetable because of one mistake in indulgence was infuriating. Sure she had chomped her little sis out for playing with fire and potentially walking down the same steps as their heroin addicted mother. But, at the end of the day family was family & because she’d poured herself into this job she didn’t have much of that.

“Look you know what happened to my sister. I just have to do something. Job or no job, she’s lying about fighting for her life, while he’s having the time of his.” Paige bitterly pointed out the contrast between how Floyd was living versus her little sis who’d indulged in the spiked pills of his.

[Color=green]“Just stay out of trouble Paige.”[/color] Dean’s words rolled off his lips effortlessly and full of concern for his ex-partner. Paige gave him a reassuring smile to indicate that she was doing just that despite the circumstances of her getting fired, and her fiery burning desire for revenge on Floyd for polluting the streets with drugs including the ones that hurt her sister. Dean wasn’t entirely convinced as Paige was relentless and a small part of him admired her resolve to try to take such a dangerous law breaking man off the street at all costs even at the cost of not just her career, but her own freedom…her whole life.

[b]Couple Hours Earlier[/b]
Frank’s sudden passing had disrupted the smooth running of Floyd’s drug operation. Thanks too his powers of invisibility he’d managed to traffic larger amounts of drugs to nearby illegal states including Utah while mostly avoiding detection. He’d learned to expand his invisibility to matter he was in contact with including his vehicle. As the partially electric powered vehicle hardly generated noise it was perfect for stealth runs during the early hours of the morning whilst invisible.

But as his body had been found lifeless two days ago, now the  concern had grown among the other smugglers working with Floyd. The facts surrounding his death were confusing at best, and outright worrying at worst. It seemed like a hit was carried out, and not in a typical fashion. Many speculated the obvious that the attack was carried out by an altered. None of the smugglers knew of Frank or Floyd’s powers but they did know that a man who was found dead with no signs of any traditional attack may have bit the bullet to a supernatural demise.

“Javier you hear about that?  Frank fue asesinado por alterado, lo único que tiene sentido.” The man communicated to the one known as Javier who was scaling up cocaine then adding cutting elements to double the portions of the drugs.

His associate just rolled his eyes he was here for money, and not to speculate Frank;s death. He’d found Frank to be a quite capable smuggler but Floyd was the one who cut his checks not Frank. “Mateo estoy aquí para trabajar no hablar rumores” Javier responded to Mateo before spitting and sealing up the ounce of coke before lighting a marbolo.

“Aye I-“ Before Mateo could finish his sentence he screamed out as a bullet was lodged into his back, then two more as Mateo stumbled forward hitting the ground spewing blood. Javier jumped over a nearby desk ducking behind it and drawing his weapon yelling out. Three other smugglers in an adjacent hallway rushed into the room with AR’s drawn yelling out for Javier. They all noticed a woman walking slowly twirling a firearm, a Glock 18C machine pistol.

“Kill her!!!” Javier yelled, and the three opened fire on her. She clasped her fully auto weapon to no avail as her body was riddled with bullets. The sharp metallic rounds seared through her flesh drawing blood from multiple wounds as she hit the ground. That woman was none other then Paige Turner carrying out a one man or well one woman attack on Floyd’s drug warehouse on the outskirts of tow.

Javier peaked his head over the desk to see Paige’s condition & fully rose up after seeing she was dead. A popping noise was heard, followed by more as if some metallic popcorn was being grown I the microwave. Paige rose up from her wounds as her body began closing up & healing after the ebullets were split out. Gripping her weapon she opened fire, spraying the three shooters killing them instantly. Javier had ducked back down at the gunfire and rolled towards the door trying to escape the apparently invincible lady.

As he was rolling towards the exit door his face met her foot. He grabbed his nose now shattered after Paige kicked him. She leaned down and whacked him on the side of the head with the blunt side of her weapon, the proceeded to wack him a few more times. "Listen if you want to get out of  this Alive it’s simple tell me who is you guys supplier, Floyd Banker’s supplier.’ Paige asked as she pressed the gun against Javier’s temple.

“Please I don’t know and If I did I can’t tell you, the Salzaras have no pity on snitches, they will kill me and my daughter.” Javier pleaded for mercy, before realizing he’d divulged info. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes, Salzaras, I’m quite familiar with that name, as I’m sure you are is well. I must say I had to kill everyone here before someone was willing to tell me what I needed to know, go home to your daughter Javier…I’m feeling generous for your co-operation.”

“R..R..Really?” Javier’s eyes widened he was practically trembling he hadn’t meant to spill the beans on Rita, but if that eared him another day of life he was about to take it.

“No.” Paige pulled the trigger blasting through Javier’s head, blowing out his brains with rapid fire. A pool of blood slimed from his skull onto the ground around him as Paige rose up and blew some residual smoke from the barrel of her gun before holstering it. “Salzaras huh, you playing with the big leagues now Floyd. Lucky for me thanks to this plague no matter what you shoot at me I won’t be stopped.” Paige grinned and walked over to the bags of cocaine opening them up and dumping there contents on the floor wasting the drugs, then knocking over tables with pills stepping on them. After destroying much of the product she saw out in the open she made her exit from the warehouse now with new intel to further her mission of vengeance against him. This was no longer about right or wrong, or police procedures. With the powers she’d been given from recovering from he virus, all she wanted was her bloody revenge against the thug who’d put her precious Mia in intensive care.