When Red had first arrived, this place had been is a state worse than the previous one. The cops were twice as corrupt, and he discovered a ring of prostitution, drugs and pimps coming out of the local bar. It only took a few days to track down the culprits, and place them under arrest. It was always a great pleasure to arrest another officer, and within days, he had arrested more than half the officers that once worked for him.
Drugs, police brutality, prostitution, excessive abuse of power, and a couple wrongful convictions were all discovered as Red looked further into the employees of this place. And one or two that got super lippy with him were taken into a dark, cameraless room, and beaten within an inch of their lives. That was another of Red’s great pleasures. The official reports stated “accidents”, and nobody questioned it, as it was signed by the newest Chief of Police.
Now, a couple weeks later, Red was left with maybe a handful of cops to work with, but was in the process of hiring and screening more. It was in that time that he learned more about the town and its proceedings, including who had taken over what. He decided it was a good time to spend some time here, as there was plenty for him to do, and he would never be far from the water.
With all of that in mind, Red was in his office, sleeves rolled up as he read over the latest report, and waited for either the phone to ring, or someone to walk into his station.
Drugs, police brutality, prostitution, excessive abuse of power, and a couple wrongful convictions were all discovered as Red looked further into the employees of this place. And one or two that got super lippy with him were taken into a dark, cameraless room, and beaten within an inch of their lives. That was another of Red’s great pleasures. The official reports stated “accidents”, and nobody questioned it, as it was signed by the newest Chief of Police.
Now, a couple weeks later, Red was left with maybe a handful of cops to work with, but was in the process of hiring and screening more. It was in that time that he learned more about the town and its proceedings, including who had taken over what. He decided it was a good time to spend some time here, as there was plenty for him to do, and he would never be far from the water.
With all of that in mind, Red was in his office, sleeves rolled up as he read over the latest report, and waited for either the phone to ring, or someone to walk into his station.
The police station was the last place she thought she would end up in today. It was supposed to be a day of preparation and scheduling for her and her storm chasing team, but thanks to the degenerates that seem to roam the streets and the docks here, the day was slightly derailed. Instead, of setting up the newly acquired research boat with all their equipment, she was sitting in the lobby of the police station waiting for someone to pay enough attention to her to ask her why she was here.
After ten minutes an officer finally came out to the desk and Neriah breathed a sigh of relief. “Hello, officer,” she said as she put a polite smile on her face and stepped up to the desk. The officer looked up at her and smiled back, giving her his attention. She took a breath to calm herself and make sure she could deliver this information with composure. “I am having a little problem with some vandalism by the docks, and I was curious how often there is police presence in the marina?” The officer looked down at the desk and picked up a clip board. He clicked his tongue, making a little noise as he reviewed the rotation schedule. He then got a look on his face that told Neriah she wasn’t going to like his answer. He looked a little guilty and like he was scared he was about to be yelled at. Neriah’s shoulder’s slumped as she asked, “The marina isn’t on the police rotation, is it?” The officer was quick to correct her, “No there is.” His body language read uneasy as he delivered the second part, “But only twice a day. Dusk and Dawn.” Neriah nodded, her mouth a thin line of frustration. “Do you think it is possible for me to speak to whomever is in charge?”
The officer seemed to get extremely nervous then. He swallowed hard and slight beads of sweat started to show in his forehead and upper lip. Neriah saw the physical reaction to her request and pinched her eyebrows together in confusion. “Are you that afraid of your boss?” The officer didn’t say anything, but she watched the hesitation as he picked up the phone and called an extension. She listened as the officer attempted to speak but failed twice before he cleared his throat and said in a shaky voice, “A civilian would like to see you, Sir.” The officer nodded and hung up as he breathed a sigh of relief. He pushed a button behind the desk and loud buzz could be heard. He pointed to the door next to the desk, “Go through there. Fourth door on the left.” Neriah smiled and promptly went through the door. She walked down the hall with purpose, readying herself for whatever asshole she was about to encounter. She opened the fourth door on the left and stopped in her tracks.
The rhythm of her heart rocketed out of control. The blood rushed into her face in a bright blush. Her mouth gaped open in disbelief. “You…” was whispered as she exhaled the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. The shock she originally felt transformed quickly into sass as she crossed her arms over her chest and said confidently, “No wonder your officers are acting like there are piranha in the water.”
(I collaborated with Red’s writer on my opener)
After ten minutes an officer finally came out to the desk and Neriah breathed a sigh of relief. “Hello, officer,” she said as she put a polite smile on her face and stepped up to the desk. The officer looked up at her and smiled back, giving her his attention. She took a breath to calm herself and make sure she could deliver this information with composure. “I am having a little problem with some vandalism by the docks, and I was curious how often there is police presence in the marina?” The officer looked down at the desk and picked up a clip board. He clicked his tongue, making a little noise as he reviewed the rotation schedule. He then got a look on his face that told Neriah she wasn’t going to like his answer. He looked a little guilty and like he was scared he was about to be yelled at. Neriah’s shoulder’s slumped as she asked, “The marina isn’t on the police rotation, is it?” The officer was quick to correct her, “No there is.” His body language read uneasy as he delivered the second part, “But only twice a day. Dusk and Dawn.” Neriah nodded, her mouth a thin line of frustration. “Do you think it is possible for me to speak to whomever is in charge?”
The officer seemed to get extremely nervous then. He swallowed hard and slight beads of sweat started to show in his forehead and upper lip. Neriah saw the physical reaction to her request and pinched her eyebrows together in confusion. “Are you that afraid of your boss?” The officer didn’t say anything, but she watched the hesitation as he picked up the phone and called an extension. She listened as the officer attempted to speak but failed twice before he cleared his throat and said in a shaky voice, “A civilian would like to see you, Sir.” The officer nodded and hung up as he breathed a sigh of relief. He pushed a button behind the desk and loud buzz could be heard. He pointed to the door next to the desk, “Go through there. Fourth door on the left.” Neriah smiled and promptly went through the door. She walked down the hall with purpose, readying herself for whatever asshole she was about to encounter. She opened the fourth door on the left and stopped in her tracks.
The rhythm of her heart rocketed out of control. The blood rushed into her face in a bright blush. Her mouth gaped open in disbelief. “You…” was whispered as she exhaled the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. The shock she originally felt transformed quickly into sass as she crossed her arms over her chest and said confidently, “No wonder your officers are acting like there are piranha in the water.”
(I collaborated with Red’s writer on my opener)
Red had been sitting at his desk for the past few hours, sorting out his paperwork. Since he was alone, his glasses were on the desk beside him. He used them because he needed them to help cover the Chaos that always seemed to shine in his eyes, and he was used to them after this many years, but he still liked the moments when he didn’t have to wear them. His sensitive hearing would allow him to hear anyone coming, but for the moment, he was elbow-deep in files, sorting out which cases would need to be reviewed, and possibly overturned if needed.
He wasn’t bored of the work, but his body was getting irritated from sitting in the chair for so long. He wanted to get up and do something, but for the past few hours, the phones had been quiet. However, just as he thought the phrase, the phone on the desk began ringing. Red’s eyebrows rose lightly at it, before he picked it up and sharply spoke, but listened to two shallow breathes before he was irritated. “Speak, I don’t have all fuckin’ day.” He learned then that someone was here to see him, and upon agreeing to send them through, he hung up the phone and slipped his glasses back on his face so his eyes only appeared a dark blue to look at.
As this person moved closer to his door, Red’s body started to tense and initially, he wasn’t sure why. But when the door opened, and there in his doorway stood a woman that made him rage, it took all his willpower not to snarl at her. Her comment made his eyes shift into a glare as he stood from his desk. “Should I be worried that they’ll soon be running from the stench of bird shit?”
As he stared at her, he came to the realization that she had come here for something, and it was unlikely that she knew he was here before hand. Business, he could do. He drew in a breath through his nose, and he was curious of her problem, but he didn’t trust her enough to take his eyes off her, as he asked; “What are you doing here? What do you want?”
He wasn’t bored of the work, but his body was getting irritated from sitting in the chair for so long. He wanted to get up and do something, but for the past few hours, the phones had been quiet. However, just as he thought the phrase, the phone on the desk began ringing. Red’s eyebrows rose lightly at it, before he picked it up and sharply spoke, but listened to two shallow breathes before he was irritated. “Speak, I don’t have all fuckin’ day.” He learned then that someone was here to see him, and upon agreeing to send them through, he hung up the phone and slipped his glasses back on his face so his eyes only appeared a dark blue to look at.
As this person moved closer to his door, Red’s body started to tense and initially, he wasn’t sure why. But when the door opened, and there in his doorway stood a woman that made him rage, it took all his willpower not to snarl at her. Her comment made his eyes shift into a glare as he stood from his desk. “Should I be worried that they’ll soon be running from the stench of bird shit?”
As he stared at her, he came to the realization that she had come here for something, and it was unlikely that she knew he was here before hand. Business, he could do. He drew in a breath through his nose, and he was curious of her problem, but he didn’t trust her enough to take his eyes off her, as he asked; “What are you doing here? What do you want?”
Kasey was in for a bit of a rude awakening. She had gotten a text message from her work's group chat. Recently, she started working for a Storm Chaser Team and agreed to create software for storm tracking. And this allowed her to do so mostly from home, but occassionally, she'd come out to the boat to hang out with the rest of the team to get out of her apartment. Even at thirty-five weeks, it still sucked to be completely coped up at home. Today, she woke up to Neriah saying that their Research Boat had been vandalized. Great, she thought. She proceeded to get out of bed and go meet with Neriah at the Police Station. Well, after freshening up and getting dressed. And today, Kasey chose a Cream Floral Maternity Maxi Dress. After getting her hair and make up done, she left her apartment.
Upon arriving at the Police Station, she was greeted by Neriah speaking to a Police Officer at the front desk. To her dismay, he didn't exactly look like the super friendly type. Holding her back, she waddled up to be next to Neriah. "I saw your text not too long ago, so I came by as soon as I could. Just thought you'd want a little back-up." She said, straightening out her dress briefly before continuing to hold her back.
Upon arriving at the Police Station, she was greeted by Neriah speaking to a Police Officer at the front desk. To her dismay, he didn't exactly look like the super friendly type. Holding her back, she waddled up to be next to Neriah. "I saw your text not too long ago, so I came by as soon as I could. Just thought you'd want a little back-up." She said, straightening out her dress briefly before continuing to hold her back.
Neriah gave Kasey an exhausted smile when she walked through the door. “Ah, thanks for coming, babe. The boat is totally wrecked and I just learned from this guy,” Neriah nodded her head towards the officer behind the desk, “that there aren’t frequent patrols of the marina. So, I’m waiting to go see the guy in charge.”
When they got the go ahead, Neriah and Kasey walked down the hall together to confront the Police Chief. However, when her mortal enemy made a crude comment about bird shit, Neriah cleared her throat and nodded to Kasey who walked in moments behind her. Even though Neriah was frustrated with the boat situation and even more frustrated with the man she was going to have to deal with to get a resolution she tried not to let the irritation show – that much. The Police Chief’s next question opened the door she needed to skip over the small talk completely and get down to the nuts and bolts.
Her tone was pointed as annoyance caused her words to come out more harshly then she normally would have. If the police chief had been a stranger the conversation would probably go entirely differently. But he wasn’t a stranger. He was a pain in her ass and had been from the day she was born. “What we’re doing here is that your officers don’t spend much time patrolling the marina.” Neriah reached into her back pocket and pulled out her cell phone. He opened the gallery and practically threw the phone at Red’s chest. “While your cops ate donuts and drank coffee, our brand new research vessel seemed to become a party boat for the hoodlums in this area.” If Red were to scroll through the first dozen or so pictures in her phone he would see beer and liquor bottles littered over every surface. Close up pictures show where people had used the deck and their personal toilet as pieces of shit and obvious urine spots were in several locations on the desk. And…AND…there were dicks spray painted all over the white exterior of the boat. She waited for him to scroll through the pictures. If he went too far he might catch a glimpse of her taking a sexy selfie for some lucky someone out in the world. “So, big shot. You gonna do something about this?”
When they got the go ahead, Neriah and Kasey walked down the hall together to confront the Police Chief. However, when her mortal enemy made a crude comment about bird shit, Neriah cleared her throat and nodded to Kasey who walked in moments behind her. Even though Neriah was frustrated with the boat situation and even more frustrated with the man she was going to have to deal with to get a resolution she tried not to let the irritation show – that much. The Police Chief’s next question opened the door she needed to skip over the small talk completely and get down to the nuts and bolts.
Her tone was pointed as annoyance caused her words to come out more harshly then she normally would have. If the police chief had been a stranger the conversation would probably go entirely differently. But he wasn’t a stranger. He was a pain in her ass and had been from the day she was born. “What we’re doing here is that your officers don’t spend much time patrolling the marina.” Neriah reached into her back pocket and pulled out her cell phone. He opened the gallery and practically threw the phone at Red’s chest. “While your cops ate donuts and drank coffee, our brand new research vessel seemed to become a party boat for the hoodlums in this area.” If Red were to scroll through the first dozen or so pictures in her phone he would see beer and liquor bottles littered over every surface. Close up pictures show where people had used the deck and their personal toilet as pieces of shit and obvious urine spots were in several locations on the desk. And…AND…there were dicks spray painted all over the white exterior of the boat. She waited for him to scroll through the pictures. If he went too far he might catch a glimpse of her taking a sexy selfie for some lucky someone out in the world. “So, big shot. You gonna do something about this?”
Red was….irritated, to say the very least. As he stared at the woman he had known since birth, his eyes hardened. He became even more irritated when another woman showed up, this one extremely pregnant. The police chief acknowledged her with a tilt of his head, but his main focus stayed on Neriah as she explained her problem. Unfortunately, the presence of another made Red shift his insults into more modern ones.
When a phone was thrown at him, he caught it as his eyes swept down to the devastation depicted. Amused at it, he chuckled cruelly. “How awful.” He replied mockingly in complete condescension, his tone conveying that he didn’t care even a tiny bit. His eyes scanned back up to her face as she stood there, annoyed with him. He hadn’t meant to, but when he glanced back down, he was no longer looking at a picture of her boat, but instead a picture of her.
He scoffed when he saw it, and that hatred burned in his eyes when he faced her. “Still a slut, I see.” The look on his face shifted to disgust, and then again, cruelty as he looked back up at her. “But out of curiosity, just how many of the dicks were in you first?” He asked, as if was a casual question, but it wasn’t, and it was clear it wasn’t as he tossed the open phone back to her.
It was only the thought of his own property, and Sadie, his girlfriends, property that actually prompted him to do anything about this. The sound he produced was annoyance, and nothing but as he looked up and between both women again. “And where, pray tell, was this boat parked?”
When a phone was thrown at him, he caught it as his eyes swept down to the devastation depicted. Amused at it, he chuckled cruelly. “How awful.” He replied mockingly in complete condescension, his tone conveying that he didn’t care even a tiny bit. His eyes scanned back up to her face as she stood there, annoyed with him. He hadn’t meant to, but when he glanced back down, he was no longer looking at a picture of her boat, but instead a picture of her.
He scoffed when he saw it, and that hatred burned in his eyes when he faced her. “Still a slut, I see.” The look on his face shifted to disgust, and then again, cruelty as he looked back up at her. “But out of curiosity, just how many of the dicks were in you first?” He asked, as if was a casual question, but it wasn’t, and it was clear it wasn’t as he tossed the open phone back to her.
It was only the thought of his own property, and Sadie, his girlfriends, property that actually prompted him to do anything about this. The sound he produced was annoyance, and nothing but as he looked up and between both women again. “And where, pray tell, was this boat parked?”
A call was made to the Sunset Police Department shortly after a rather annoyed woman approached the front desk and made a complaint about vandalism by the docks. His was much the same. The officer, having listened to his concerns, asked him to wait while he was patched into the Police Chief’s office as there was someone else with the same complaint in with him now. Vic listened to on hold music while he waited. Eventually, he heard someone pick up the line.
“Hiya, Chief. Name’s Vic. I got me boat down at the marina and…well…it has some spray-painted pictures on it that wasn’t there when I went to sleep last night. Dicks, if you must know. Seems some locals are taking out their frustrations about all the changes in the area. Just my take. Oh, and lookin’ over at the boat next to me. She’s a big girl. Yach lookin’ boat. She’s got some dicks too. And a lot of foul language. Hope to see ya soon. I’m in slot 6. Boat’s name is The Broadsword. Bye now.”
“Hiya, Chief. Name’s Vic. I got me boat down at the marina and…well…it has some spray-painted pictures on it that wasn’t there when I went to sleep last night. Dicks, if you must know. Seems some locals are taking out their frustrations about all the changes in the area. Just my take. Oh, and lookin’ over at the boat next to me. She’s a big girl. Yach lookin’ boat. She’s got some dicks too. And a lot of foul language. Hope to see ya soon. I’m in slot 6. Boat’s name is The Broadsword. Bye now.”
Just like any other day, Creed went to check on his sister's boat that he had brought here and made sure that nothing was amiss. He had fallen asleep on the deck after doing a run-through when he heard some commotion that woke him. Investigating the noise, he jumped off the boat onto the deck of the marina and saw that a man was making a phone call. He then surveyed Sadie's boat and didn't see anything wrong and glanced at a boat a few slots further down. One he was very familiar with and started laughing his ass off.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, Creed made a phone call to the asshole who was one of his sister's boyfriends. As the phone rang, he kept chuckling at the situation and looked to see a few other boats had been tagged as well. Once the person on the other end of the line picked up the call, he would say, "Hey, Arsehole. I was checking on Sadie's boat and noticed a very familiar one that looks to be yours a few slots down and it has a ton of dicks on it. Wonder who you pissed off this time bloke. Well, you might want to get that looked at." He hung up before Red could respond and went about his way.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, Creed made a phone call to the asshole who was one of his sister's boyfriends. As the phone rang, he kept chuckling at the situation and looked to see a few other boats had been tagged as well. Once the person on the other end of the line picked up the call, he would say, "Hey, Arsehole. I was checking on Sadie's boat and noticed a very familiar one that looks to be yours a few slots down and it has a ton of dicks on it. Wonder who you pissed off this time bloke. Well, you might want to get that looked at." He hung up before Red could respond and went about his way.
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