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I'd be willin to help you as a CO-Gm if you'd like, ER Buddy :P
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Hank and DeSean - Outskirts of Baton Rogue
Finally arriving at the East end of the the city, the group started to slow down, driving cautiously through a small town. They had just entered the outskirts of the place, so there wasn't much scenery. Like every other place they've visited, everything seemed rundown and ruined. Houses were nearly torn to shreds, vehicles broken and crashed on the side of the roads - it was an awful site, but not surprising.
DeSean never answered Aaliyah, he didn't know how to. Because Heather was riding with Hank, he couldn't make an inference on the woman's health. But it was smart of Aaliyah to ask them instead of Hank or the other vehicle. It was better not to get involved between Hank and Heather at the moment because things were spiced up as is. If they decided to speak, they would, but right now, didn't seem like either of them were in speaking terms. Jennifer on the other hand had answered Aaliyah - not much of a response, but one nonetheless.
What she had said was, "Were not sure, but let's check up on her once we make a stop. I'm worried like everyone else." Jennifer had been a people person all her life. She was a pharmacist after all, so had to deal with customers on a daily basis. At her job, they rated employees by show of surveys given to customers. Jennifer always got the best feedback from her clients - always. She was the best of the best at what she did, and surely she missed it. She met DeSean at work. The guy used to work in their warehouse as a stoker and cashier. Despite their economic differences and racial inverse, DeSean played a good game and got her for himself. He was a player, always getting the girl. Hank was actually the one that helped DeSean commit to Jennifer though. During that time, Hank believed Heather and he would be inseparable, but issues derailed those feelings.
Anyhow, the three vehicles finally came to a halt at a stop sign. They had a couple houses to both sides of the street and could see more down the road. Hank got out of his car along with Floyd and made their way to DeSean's vehicle. DeSean rolled down his window and looked at Hank. "What's our next move?" he asked the man. "I think we keep going down, head deeper in the city. That way we know if it's safe" Hank responded. "No. Let's just camp out here for the night. Me and Floyd can scout out the area before dark. We can le-"
"No De, were not separating" Hank interrupted. He signaled Aaliyah to come join them, get everyone out the car. Seth got out all slow and down. He still had a blanket around his shoulders as though he was sick, but obviously wasn't - just confused. Floyd returned to the truck and opened the door for Heather. With a nod of his head his intentions were clear - he wanted her and Imogen to join them in the huddle. After doing so, he returned with them, the whole team looking at Hank at this point.
Seeing all the eyes on him, Hank cleared his throat. He looked at Heather for a second before turning to the others. "I know......that in the last few days it's been.......distant between all of us. Thangs happened that drove each and every one of us apart....." he started, pausing to look at Heather one more time. His eyes had this glare in them again, as though throughout that remote time, he was able to get over the blockage in his imaginative road. ".....but we can't let this keep us down any longer. We have to come back. I know......that.....that I haven't been......back for a while now. But I'm here now, trying to fix thangs. We have to stick together. We don't know what's out there" he said, pointing down the road towards the inner parts of the city. "But we can't be surprised. We've seen it all, experienced it all. Together were stronger than this world, we can beat it. We've proven so. Nobody leaves each other's sight. We stick together" he finished and nodded at DeSean.
"Alright guys, let's unpack for the night, were staying in that house right there. Floyd, Imogen, make sure it's clear, but don't take too long. Aiden, get the truck" DeSean ordered the others as Hank took the liberty to go with Floyd and Imogen.
Floyd opened the door to the house first, letting Hank take lead. Hank had the rifle, Floyd just a seven inch United States Marine knife he found on their way to Baton Rogue. The two men scouted out the first two rooms, letting Imogen get the third. "Kitchen" Hank whispered to Floyd, signaling the guy to check it before moving on. "Clear" the redneck responded on high alert. "Imgoen, upstairs" Hank ordered as he moved to the living room, nothing in site. There wasn't any sounds either, which wasn't odd, just unused to. Usually they were fighting walkers, so it was kind of hard to believe there wasn't one in sight.
The two men then joined up at the back of the house, looking through the window to the backyard which was also empty. Hank was about to radio DeSean that the house was clear until he remembered Imogen had the upper floor. He and Floyd returned to the stairs and whispered up. "Is it clear?"
Outside, Seth waited beside Aaliyah. Seeing Hank return from his phase sort of gave him the courage to also walk away from the agony. He removed the blanket around his shoulders and gave it to Aaliyah. "Umm......thanks" he gulped, still not making eye contact with her, but blushing a little. He fixed his glasses and gulped again. "I'ma....help Aiden unpack the stuff" he said, walking off to do just that.
DeSean and Jennifer remained in their vehicle. "Is he really back?" she asked DeSean who knew him more than everyone else - possibly even Heather. "I don't know yet baby, we'll see I guess. He looks better though that's for sure" DeSean commented. "He actually looked at Heather did you notice? Do you think they'll get back together?"
DeSean's eyebrow raised as she asked that. "Are you seriously asking that? C'mon Jen! It's not the time to talk about that okay. In this......fucked up world, it isn't fairy tales and romance. Just worry about survival okay?"
Jen's eyes saddened, but she nodded in agreement. DeSean was right though, just put it a little on the blunt side. "Now c'mon, let's unpack so we can go inside."
Finally arriving at the East end of the the city, the group started to slow down, driving cautiously through a small town. They had just entered the outskirts of the place, so there wasn't much scenery. Like every other place they've visited, everything seemed rundown and ruined. Houses were nearly torn to shreds, vehicles broken and crashed on the side of the roads - it was an awful site, but not surprising.
DeSean never answered Aaliyah, he didn't know how to. Because Heather was riding with Hank, he couldn't make an inference on the woman's health. But it was smart of Aaliyah to ask them instead of Hank or the other vehicle. It was better not to get involved between Hank and Heather at the moment because things were spiced up as is. If they decided to speak, they would, but right now, didn't seem like either of them were in speaking terms. Jennifer on the other hand had answered Aaliyah - not much of a response, but one nonetheless.
What she had said was, "Were not sure, but let's check up on her once we make a stop. I'm worried like everyone else." Jennifer had been a people person all her life. She was a pharmacist after all, so had to deal with customers on a daily basis. At her job, they rated employees by show of surveys given to customers. Jennifer always got the best feedback from her clients - always. She was the best of the best at what she did, and surely she missed it. She met DeSean at work. The guy used to work in their warehouse as a stoker and cashier. Despite their economic differences and racial inverse, DeSean played a good game and got her for himself. He was a player, always getting the girl. Hank was actually the one that helped DeSean commit to Jennifer though. During that time, Hank believed Heather and he would be inseparable, but issues derailed those feelings.
Anyhow, the three vehicles finally came to a halt at a stop sign. They had a couple houses to both sides of the street and could see more down the road. Hank got out of his car along with Floyd and made their way to DeSean's vehicle. DeSean rolled down his window and looked at Hank. "What's our next move?" he asked the man. "I think we keep going down, head deeper in the city. That way we know if it's safe" Hank responded. "No. Let's just camp out here for the night. Me and Floyd can scout out the area before dark. We can le-"
"No De, were not separating" Hank interrupted. He signaled Aaliyah to come join them, get everyone out the car. Seth got out all slow and down. He still had a blanket around his shoulders as though he was sick, but obviously wasn't - just confused. Floyd returned to the truck and opened the door for Heather. With a nod of his head his intentions were clear - he wanted her and Imogen to join them in the huddle. After doing so, he returned with them, the whole team looking at Hank at this point.
Seeing all the eyes on him, Hank cleared his throat. He looked at Heather for a second before turning to the others. "I know......that in the last few days it's been.......distant between all of us. Thangs happened that drove each and every one of us apart....." he started, pausing to look at Heather one more time. His eyes had this glare in them again, as though throughout that remote time, he was able to get over the blockage in his imaginative road. ".....but we can't let this keep us down any longer. We have to come back. I know......that.....that I haven't been......back for a while now. But I'm here now, trying to fix thangs. We have to stick together. We don't know what's out there" he said, pointing down the road towards the inner parts of the city. "But we can't be surprised. We've seen it all, experienced it all. Together were stronger than this world, we can beat it. We've proven so. Nobody leaves each other's sight. We stick together" he finished and nodded at DeSean.
"Alright guys, let's unpack for the night, were staying in that house right there. Floyd, Imogen, make sure it's clear, but don't take too long. Aiden, get the truck" DeSean ordered the others as Hank took the liberty to go with Floyd and Imogen.
Floyd opened the door to the house first, letting Hank take lead. Hank had the rifle, Floyd just a seven inch United States Marine knife he found on their way to Baton Rogue. The two men scouted out the first two rooms, letting Imogen get the third. "Kitchen" Hank whispered to Floyd, signaling the guy to check it before moving on. "Clear" the redneck responded on high alert. "Imgoen, upstairs" Hank ordered as he moved to the living room, nothing in site. There wasn't any sounds either, which wasn't odd, just unused to. Usually they were fighting walkers, so it was kind of hard to believe there wasn't one in sight.
The two men then joined up at the back of the house, looking through the window to the backyard which was also empty. Hank was about to radio DeSean that the house was clear until he remembered Imogen had the upper floor. He and Floyd returned to the stairs and whispered up. "Is it clear?"
Outside, Seth waited beside Aaliyah. Seeing Hank return from his phase sort of gave him the courage to also walk away from the agony. He removed the blanket around his shoulders and gave it to Aaliyah. "Umm......thanks" he gulped, still not making eye contact with her, but blushing a little. He fixed his glasses and gulped again. "I'ma....help Aiden unpack the stuff" he said, walking off to do just that.
DeSean and Jennifer remained in their vehicle. "Is he really back?" she asked DeSean who knew him more than everyone else - possibly even Heather. "I don't know yet baby, we'll see I guess. He looks better though that's for sure" DeSean commented. "He actually looked at Heather did you notice? Do you think they'll get back together?"
DeSean's eyebrow raised as she asked that. "Are you seriously asking that? C'mon Jen! It's not the time to talk about that okay. In this......fucked up world, it isn't fairy tales and romance. Just worry about survival okay?"
Jen's eyes saddened, but she nodded in agreement. DeSean was right though, just put it a little on the blunt side. "Now c'mon, let's unpack so we can go inside."
Dex
After getting out of that disgusting scenery, Dex took Tessa to a small diner a couple miles from the club. It was an old breakfast place, local, nothing fancy about it. Dex recalled how he used to take his wife there when they were first dating - good times. Anyway, the waitress took the two to a table - well, more like a booth. The tables had just been cleaned along with the seats, but the ground had crumbs of the earlier customers. It was alright though, Dex found it funny how nothing had changed during his four years in penitentiary. Everything was the same, even Joe's Diner.
Dex took the liberty to order first before starting a conversation. "I'll just have the veggie omelet and some water please" he smiled at the waitress. "That comes with a side of either.....a pickle, a hashbrown, a-" she started, being cut off by Dex. "No thanks. I'll just have it plain if that's alright" he winked. The waitress blushed a little then turned to Tessa. "And you ma'am? What would you like today?" she asked her.
After she ordered, the waitress left and Dex placed the folder Tyrone gave him on the table. He looked to his sides before opening it, revealed three different profiles - unfortunately, none were of the man who killed his wife. "He gave me three guys associated with what happened the night of my arrest. Says these guys have connection to the man that......." he stopped as the waitress returned with the drinks. "If y'all need anything y'all let me know" she said, looking at Dex the whole time. Dex just nodded with a smile. He then returned to Tessa. "Do you recognize any of them?" he asked her, then took a sip of his water.
After getting out of that disgusting scenery, Dex took Tessa to a small diner a couple miles from the club. It was an old breakfast place, local, nothing fancy about it. Dex recalled how he used to take his wife there when they were first dating - good times. Anyway, the waitress took the two to a table - well, more like a booth. The tables had just been cleaned along with the seats, but the ground had crumbs of the earlier customers. It was alright though, Dex found it funny how nothing had changed during his four years in penitentiary. Everything was the same, even Joe's Diner.
Dex took the liberty to order first before starting a conversation. "I'll just have the veggie omelet and some water please" he smiled at the waitress. "That comes with a side of either.....a pickle, a hashbrown, a-" she started, being cut off by Dex. "No thanks. I'll just have it plain if that's alright" he winked. The waitress blushed a little then turned to Tessa. "And you ma'am? What would you like today?" she asked her.
After she ordered, the waitress left and Dex placed the folder Tyrone gave him on the table. He looked to his sides before opening it, revealed three different profiles - unfortunately, none were of the man who killed his wife. "He gave me three guys associated with what happened the night of my arrest. Says these guys have connection to the man that......." he stopped as the waitress returned with the drinks. "If y'all need anything y'all let me know" she said, looking at Dex the whole time. Dex just nodded with a smile. He then returned to Tessa. "Do you recognize any of them?" he asked her, then took a sip of his water.
Silent said
Were you going to have Tanner go find Annaliese? If not I'll -jump- to the end André's performance to help encourage interaction.
You go ahead and post. Ima actually need a little time before postin. I have final exams this week, so kinda busy at the moment.
But I'm still in this, so please don't kick me out :/
"What a wonderful gift you have" a familiar voice came from behind the puppet master. The voice though was not filled with honest compliment, instead it held onto this iniquity that roamed through the tent in the form of sound. It wasn't a pleasurable tune the voice, it was surely a void of twilight, a dark and grim speaking rhythm that created such a somber atmosphere. "Please do have your puppets close the tent my son, I need a word" the mystery spoke yet again. His hands clasped behind him as though he was chained to his lower back, but it was merely to remain in perfect posture.
His back was aligned to his tailbone, his hood perfectly over his head, casting a shadow that hid any locus of skin. All that was visible was the white skeletal like mask that hid underneath a layer of cloth. The red circle on his forehead was vividly intensifying as the darkness around the two beings seemed to grow even darker. One could say Tanner seemed like a shadow itself, a dark area or shape produced by a body coming between rays of light and a surface. He was an ominous oppressiveness of sadness and gloom. So despite his proposal to close the tent, he forced himself to do it, for he was the constant.
He passed André up and headed to the entrance, stepping over the puppet to show his overwhelming size comparison. With both gloved hands, he pulled the tent's curtains together, shutting down the marionette act before it was scheduled to begin. There were more important matters at hand. As Tanner turned back around his luminous blue eyes glanced at the puppet beneath him. He crouched down - as though bowing - and picked up the little animated creature. "What do you call this one?" he asked André. "I'm certain they all have names or am I mistaken?".
"You see......some are just meant to be pawns don't you think? Like this one" Tanner finally truly started, eyeing the puppet in his hand. "It is truly a work of art this thing. But what is its purpose? Does it truly entertain? Or is its only purpose to close tent doors?"
"Pawns like this puppet here are disposable. Like in chess, they are sacrificial for the greater victory. I'm certain you've heard the saying. France has lost a battle, but France has not lost the war. This was said by Charles André Joseph Marie de Gaulle, a French military leader who rose the ranks and became leader of the Free French Forces, a government-in-exile that continued to fight the Axis Powers during World War Two. The Germans were more powerful than one could imagine during that era. A superpower. So people were sacrificed for the greater picture. Many French died during their battles, so did Americans. Is it not funny how life seems to be a game of chess? How victory at all cost is all that matters?" Tanner asked, chuckling a bit under his mask.
"This puppet truly is art. I can normally sense the emotions of people, but I realize these things have no souls" he stated as his blue eyes turned towards André. "Despite them being a part of you they lack what make them human and not mindless marionettes. These are truly pawns in your game are they not? You act like you care for them, but only use them for your selfish desires to entertain the crowd, to feel...............accepted" Tanner finished as he paused for a second, allowing André to take it all in. He squeezed the puppet's head in his hand and wondered if they could feel, but sensed no pain. The masked man did not stop until he heard a crack and then smiled at the comfort of such a glorious sharp sound.
"Anyhow........" he started again after placing the puppet back where he had first got it. "....I only came here to ask if you'd seen Annaliese around? I was just in her quarters and she was absent, nowhere to be seen. She was not with Diedra either, I stopped by her tent first. It sometimes pains me to see such a system crumble before my eyes. I witness such sadness and sorrow, but at times I'm not even certain if that is honestly what I capture. Because emotions tend to hide themselves under other ones. Sadness hides behind anger. Regret beneath doubt. Envy under pride. But my eyes see it all nonetheless. I sometimes think myself as the All-Seeing Eye, hahaha!" Tanner laughed aloud. His grievance was like a fiery malice that roamed the atmosphere around them. The tent became full of red aura - which was sometimes a questionable illusion. "But do not worry son, I don't think you a pawn. You are the knight,a worshiper of the queen and the pawns shall sacrifice themselves in your name, for your victory."
And suddenly, all that aura and gloaming dusk vanished as the tent was once again opened which allowed rays of lights to pierce through and eradicate the shadows. "You make for pleasant company André my son. Anyhow, I am off to find Annaliese."
His back was aligned to his tailbone, his hood perfectly over his head, casting a shadow that hid any locus of skin. All that was visible was the white skeletal like mask that hid underneath a layer of cloth. The red circle on his forehead was vividly intensifying as the darkness around the two beings seemed to grow even darker. One could say Tanner seemed like a shadow itself, a dark area or shape produced by a body coming between rays of light and a surface. He was an ominous oppressiveness of sadness and gloom. So despite his proposal to close the tent, he forced himself to do it, for he was the constant.
He passed André up and headed to the entrance, stepping over the puppet to show his overwhelming size comparison. With both gloved hands, he pulled the tent's curtains together, shutting down the marionette act before it was scheduled to begin. There were more important matters at hand. As Tanner turned back around his luminous blue eyes glanced at the puppet beneath him. He crouched down - as though bowing - and picked up the little animated creature. "What do you call this one?" he asked André. "I'm certain they all have names or am I mistaken?".
"You see......some are just meant to be pawns don't you think? Like this one" Tanner finally truly started, eyeing the puppet in his hand. "It is truly a work of art this thing. But what is its purpose? Does it truly entertain? Or is its only purpose to close tent doors?"
"Pawns like this puppet here are disposable. Like in chess, they are sacrificial for the greater victory. I'm certain you've heard the saying. France has lost a battle, but France has not lost the war. This was said by Charles André Joseph Marie de Gaulle, a French military leader who rose the ranks and became leader of the Free French Forces, a government-in-exile that continued to fight the Axis Powers during World War Two. The Germans were more powerful than one could imagine during that era. A superpower. So people were sacrificed for the greater picture. Many French died during their battles, so did Americans. Is it not funny how life seems to be a game of chess? How victory at all cost is all that matters?" Tanner asked, chuckling a bit under his mask.
"This puppet truly is art. I can normally sense the emotions of people, but I realize these things have no souls" he stated as his blue eyes turned towards André. "Despite them being a part of you they lack what make them human and not mindless marionettes. These are truly pawns in your game are they not? You act like you care for them, but only use them for your selfish desires to entertain the crowd, to feel...............accepted" Tanner finished as he paused for a second, allowing André to take it all in. He squeezed the puppet's head in his hand and wondered if they could feel, but sensed no pain. The masked man did not stop until he heard a crack and then smiled at the comfort of such a glorious sharp sound.
"Anyhow........" he started again after placing the puppet back where he had first got it. "....I only came here to ask if you'd seen Annaliese around? I was just in her quarters and she was absent, nowhere to be seen. She was not with Diedra either, I stopped by her tent first. It sometimes pains me to see such a system crumble before my eyes. I witness such sadness and sorrow, but at times I'm not even certain if that is honestly what I capture. Because emotions tend to hide themselves under other ones. Sadness hides behind anger. Regret beneath doubt. Envy under pride. But my eyes see it all nonetheless. I sometimes think myself as the All-Seeing Eye, hahaha!" Tanner laughed aloud. His grievance was like a fiery malice that roamed the atmosphere around them. The tent became full of red aura - which was sometimes a questionable illusion. "But do not worry son, I don't think you a pawn. You are the knight,a worshiper of the queen and the pawns shall sacrifice themselves in your name, for your victory."
And suddenly, all that aura and gloaming dusk vanished as the tent was once again opened which allowed rays of lights to pierce through and eradicate the shadows. "You make for pleasant company André my son. Anyhow, I am off to find Annaliese."
James MacCray
The little disruption on his personal laptop made the chief strike his desk with the base of his fist. His eyebrows cringed together in complete and utter irritation. As the message faded, he looked out his window to find yet another message on all the electronic billboards. He hated the blasted technology of the era, blamed it for the slums of Providence and for everything going on outside of its walls. In addition, he blamed it for the creation of these damn androids which he and his parents were against. They were the reason jobs deteriorated in the past and would be the reason they vanish in the future.
This sudden growth of emotional robots would soon start a revolution and MacCray knew it. As chief of Hark Police it was his job to prevent it, the exact reason he devoted all his time to take those blasted robots down - tear them to shreds every single one of them. But now they had a bigger threat, a terrorist that was hacking into everything in the city, little by little. Soon enough, he or she will have the power to control everything in Providence if they didn't find the person and put them down. MacCray picked up the phone on his desk to call the front, but the land-line was down. "Dammit!" he cursed out loud as he stood from his cushioned chair. "Marietta!" he called out to a junior police officer down the hall. "Yes sir?" she saluted then awaited orders. "Get me a squad ready in eta five minutes. And find out how to get all this stuff back online, we need power right now. "Yes sir" she responded, running to do what she was commanded to do.
The whole station seemed to be in chaos. People were going nuts, personnel just wondering the hallways. The chief hurried and picked up a speaker - an old hand speaker from the past. "Attention everyone~" he started. "We are currently under protocol BLACK. We have no intel on what or who hacked our operating systems, but we deem it a terrorist attack. There is no time to mourn or act inappropriate. We continue to do our job, this is our civil duty under the law. If we allow this to break our routines, then this.......hacker....has won. WE CANNOT ALLOW THAT! We are the law, we write the rights and wrongs, we fix what is fixable. So I want each and every single one of you to get in your vehicles and begin your daily patrol. We let nothing get passed us today. Rode regulations may not be broken, nothing goes unnoticed is that clear? I want squadron 3 to hit our prison facilities. If this terrorist cut our lights, it is possible they cut their too. Were on high alert! But again, WE ARE THE LAW, WE DO NOT BACK DOWN! WE ARE RIGHT, THEY ARE WRONG! WE FIGHT! Let's roll out" the chief ordered, strapping on a bulletproof vest. He headed out the station and entered into a heavy duty vehicle with six other men.
Dex - Strip Club - Tessa
"I'm not askin for money Tyrone, I'm askin for information. You said you had it the last time we spoke, so I'm here to get it" Dex spoke, looking left and right at the two armed guards next to the strip club owner Tyrone Williams. "But I told ya playa, there's always a price" was Tyrone's response to what Dex had to say. The man sat on his single couch like a kind, his bodyguards prepared to shoot if need be. He owned all the women out there selling their bodies. He owned the property and everything in it, even some of the clients. "So.....watcha got to give?" Tyrone asked.
Dex looked at the ground for a second, reeling back his frustration. "I've got a G-235 SUV Hover vehicle parked in my garage. It's worth at least fifteen grand right now. It's still in great condition, no cosmetic damage, no nuthin. You give me the info, it's yours, no more questions" Dex negotiated. Tyrone focused on the man for a second. He scratched the ridge of his nose as he thought. Then his gaze returned to Dex's. "Alright. It's a deal. But......." he paused for a second as he signaled someone to come in through the next door.
A very lustful white female entered the room wearing nothing but a see through black lingerie corset. "What is this?" Dex asked Tyrone. "This is how we seal the deal here playa. That handshake stuff don't role around these parts. Were gangstas!" Tyrone laughed along with his bodyguards. "So go on homie, tear that ass up and show me you ain't no joke" Tyrone said seriously this time, signaling the girl to take Dex into the private rooms. Once in there, Dex was seated on a single chair in the small room. The lights had dimmed and the girl locked the door behind them. She started dancing for Dex, rubbing herself on him a a little.
The man's teeth grinded together as his jaw felt an uneasy pressure. But as she unclothed herself, Dex couldn't help but let his eyes wonder. He tired looking away, but her dance was an attraction. The woman then jumped on his lap and the rest was history................
Dex came out of the room first and strapped his belt back on, walking passed Tyrone and near the exit door. "Here's what you wanted playa. Make sure to bring me my new vehicle by tomorrow noon, I don't have time to wait" Tyrone laughed as he let the guards escort Dex back to the main hall. Dex walked back to the table he had left Tessa at to find the girl gone. "Fuck!" he cursed to himself as he tapped the shoulder of a man he remembered was there since they arrived.
"Hey! Did you see where the girl that was sittin here went?" he asked him. The man shrugged Dex's hand off his shoulder and nodded side to side. "Hell if I know" he had said. Dex's eyes became red as he pulled the man back around and showed the gun he had on his belt line. "I suggest you think about it a little more" Dex threatened. The man's eyes widened at the sight of a gun inside a gun-less club. "Fine man, calm your shit. I think she went to the ladies room or something. Some guy went with her, thought they were......you know. Didn't know she was with you"
Without responding to anything, Dex hurried to the ladies room, quickly busting through the door. "Hey lardo!" he called out to the big fat man trying to get the bathroom stall open while Tessa was clearly inside. "Who the hell are you? The brother?" the big man asked, turning to face Dex. "Is that what she told you?" Dex asked sarcastically. "No, I'm just the guy that's gonna kick your ass" he smirked. The fat man then started walking towards Dex and when he was close enough, through a punch aimed at the man's face. Dex reacted quickly by pushing the man's fist to the side and kicking in the lardo's knee. The big man grimaced in pain as he nearly fell to the ground. Dex quickly continued by grabbing the man by the back of the collar and throwing him towards the sinks, the top of his head crashing against the bathroom mirror. Dex then ended it by smashing the man's face against the sink rather forcefully, breaking lardo's nose and knocking him out for the count.
For a second Dex didn't say anything, just looked at himself in the cracked mirror. He could tell he was different, but didn't want to admit it. So instead, he looked away this time, turning to the stall Tessa was in. "You can come out now......sister" he said humorlessly.
The little disruption on his personal laptop made the chief strike his desk with the base of his fist. His eyebrows cringed together in complete and utter irritation. As the message faded, he looked out his window to find yet another message on all the electronic billboards. He hated the blasted technology of the era, blamed it for the slums of Providence and for everything going on outside of its walls. In addition, he blamed it for the creation of these damn androids which he and his parents were against. They were the reason jobs deteriorated in the past and would be the reason they vanish in the future.
This sudden growth of emotional robots would soon start a revolution and MacCray knew it. As chief of Hark Police it was his job to prevent it, the exact reason he devoted all his time to take those blasted robots down - tear them to shreds every single one of them. But now they had a bigger threat, a terrorist that was hacking into everything in the city, little by little. Soon enough, he or she will have the power to control everything in Providence if they didn't find the person and put them down. MacCray picked up the phone on his desk to call the front, but the land-line was down. "Dammit!" he cursed out loud as he stood from his cushioned chair. "Marietta!" he called out to a junior police officer down the hall. "Yes sir?" she saluted then awaited orders. "Get me a squad ready in eta five minutes. And find out how to get all this stuff back online, we need power right now. "Yes sir" she responded, running to do what she was commanded to do.
The whole station seemed to be in chaos. People were going nuts, personnel just wondering the hallways. The chief hurried and picked up a speaker - an old hand speaker from the past. "Attention everyone~" he started. "We are currently under protocol BLACK. We have no intel on what or who hacked our operating systems, but we deem it a terrorist attack. There is no time to mourn or act inappropriate. We continue to do our job, this is our civil duty under the law. If we allow this to break our routines, then this.......hacker....has won. WE CANNOT ALLOW THAT! We are the law, we write the rights and wrongs, we fix what is fixable. So I want each and every single one of you to get in your vehicles and begin your daily patrol. We let nothing get passed us today. Rode regulations may not be broken, nothing goes unnoticed is that clear? I want squadron 3 to hit our prison facilities. If this terrorist cut our lights, it is possible they cut their too. Were on high alert! But again, WE ARE THE LAW, WE DO NOT BACK DOWN! WE ARE RIGHT, THEY ARE WRONG! WE FIGHT! Let's roll out" the chief ordered, strapping on a bulletproof vest. He headed out the station and entered into a heavy duty vehicle with six other men.
Dex - Strip Club - Tessa
"I'm not askin for money Tyrone, I'm askin for information. You said you had it the last time we spoke, so I'm here to get it" Dex spoke, looking left and right at the two armed guards next to the strip club owner Tyrone Williams. "But I told ya playa, there's always a price" was Tyrone's response to what Dex had to say. The man sat on his single couch like a kind, his bodyguards prepared to shoot if need be. He owned all the women out there selling their bodies. He owned the property and everything in it, even some of the clients. "So.....watcha got to give?" Tyrone asked.
Dex looked at the ground for a second, reeling back his frustration. "I've got a G-235 SUV Hover vehicle parked in my garage. It's worth at least fifteen grand right now. It's still in great condition, no cosmetic damage, no nuthin. You give me the info, it's yours, no more questions" Dex negotiated. Tyrone focused on the man for a second. He scratched the ridge of his nose as he thought. Then his gaze returned to Dex's. "Alright. It's a deal. But......." he paused for a second as he signaled someone to come in through the next door.
A very lustful white female entered the room wearing nothing but a see through black lingerie corset. "What is this?" Dex asked Tyrone. "This is how we seal the deal here playa. That handshake stuff don't role around these parts. Were gangstas!" Tyrone laughed along with his bodyguards. "So go on homie, tear that ass up and show me you ain't no joke" Tyrone said seriously this time, signaling the girl to take Dex into the private rooms. Once in there, Dex was seated on a single chair in the small room. The lights had dimmed and the girl locked the door behind them. She started dancing for Dex, rubbing herself on him a a little.
The man's teeth grinded together as his jaw felt an uneasy pressure. But as she unclothed herself, Dex couldn't help but let his eyes wonder. He tired looking away, but her dance was an attraction. The woman then jumped on his lap and the rest was history................
Dex came out of the room first and strapped his belt back on, walking passed Tyrone and near the exit door. "Here's what you wanted playa. Make sure to bring me my new vehicle by tomorrow noon, I don't have time to wait" Tyrone laughed as he let the guards escort Dex back to the main hall. Dex walked back to the table he had left Tessa at to find the girl gone. "Fuck!" he cursed to himself as he tapped the shoulder of a man he remembered was there since they arrived.
"Hey! Did you see where the girl that was sittin here went?" he asked him. The man shrugged Dex's hand off his shoulder and nodded side to side. "Hell if I know" he had said. Dex's eyes became red as he pulled the man back around and showed the gun he had on his belt line. "I suggest you think about it a little more" Dex threatened. The man's eyes widened at the sight of a gun inside a gun-less club. "Fine man, calm your shit. I think she went to the ladies room or something. Some guy went with her, thought they were......you know. Didn't know she was with you"
Without responding to anything, Dex hurried to the ladies room, quickly busting through the door. "Hey lardo!" he called out to the big fat man trying to get the bathroom stall open while Tessa was clearly inside. "Who the hell are you? The brother?" the big man asked, turning to face Dex. "Is that what she told you?" Dex asked sarcastically. "No, I'm just the guy that's gonna kick your ass" he smirked. The fat man then started walking towards Dex and when he was close enough, through a punch aimed at the man's face. Dex reacted quickly by pushing the man's fist to the side and kicking in the lardo's knee. The big man grimaced in pain as he nearly fell to the ground. Dex quickly continued by grabbing the man by the back of the collar and throwing him towards the sinks, the top of his head crashing against the bathroom mirror. Dex then ended it by smashing the man's face against the sink rather forcefully, breaking lardo's nose and knocking him out for the count.
For a second Dex didn't say anything, just looked at himself in the cracked mirror. He could tell he was different, but didn't want to admit it. So instead, he looked away this time, turning to the stall Tessa was in. "You can come out now......sister" he said humorlessly.
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Age: 31 Years Old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: Boxer
Despite the fault being somewhat on Grady's shoulder, the man didn't allow this setback to ruin his dreams. He wanted to make it to the top, never again having to worry about money or supporting his son. He moved to a small apartment in East Village, creating a stable home for his boy and himself. Still he goes to the gym every day, taking his bike because he has no transportation. Though at times he prefers the extra workout. In addition to that, there are times where he has to leave his son alone at home, but other times has his neighbor watch him for the morning or the night - whichever she can do.
Other than that, Grady lives a normal ordinary life. He has fights about once a month so keeps the bills paid as best as possible. Sometimes he takes out loans and pays them back in full when he gets paid for his victory or his loss. Lose or win, a boxer gets paid for filling the seats. This wasn't underground fighting, it was legit, so no bull.
Other: Lucas is eight years old
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