Rin Rockwell Elite TCPF Deputy Commissioner member is offline
"The solution to every problem involves a bullet."
Joined: Mar 2006 Gender: Female Posts: 53 Location: The Big Apple Karma: 300
Midnight Stakeouts « Thread Started on Apr 12, 2006, 7:48pm »
"d**n it Roger if you don't stop doing that I will shoot your hand off." Rin hissed as she thingyed her Sig Sauer in a threatening manner. Rin had very little patience, and if her current partner did not want to accept that, then he would suffer the consequences. And as everyone in the force knew, Rin was someone whose patiences should not be tested. The last idiot that tried that actually got his coffee cup shot to pieces. Sure it was just a coffee mug, but imagine if Rin hadn't tried to miss.
Roger abruptly finished tapping his hands on the dashboard, and gripped his cup of coffee to keep them occupied. He shot a look toward Rin. Why did he have to be partnered with her again? Sure it was great, working alongside the deputy commissioner, it was an honor. But the only problem was that Rin was a, very vindictive person (in his opinion) and on top of that she was a woman. Even in the world today, men like Roger felt degraded with someone like Rin by their side. And now she had ordered him to stop entertaining himself, pregnant dog, was all he thought as he took a sip of his coffee.
Rin stared back into the darkness past the car's windshield. They were snuggly located between two large ship containers, their cloaking devices online to further their concealment. Her brown eyes scanned the foggy area looking side to side, and up and down for any sign of movement. Aside from a few pieces of paper flying pass them, there was nothing.
She sighed, pulling out her energy drink. It was a small dark red can with the words, "RED ZONE" printing across it in grated black letters. Rin took a long sip, feeling the juices once again awaken her tired muscles and bring her back to a sense of complete awareness.
She hated stakeouts, she hated sitting out here, she hated Roger at this very moment because he had returned to tapping the dashboard, and she hated, well that's all she could list in her head right now. However this assignment was given to her because it involved the SCS. She knew that it should be left in the hands of the WCG, but when it came to the SCS, that was the only thing the two different law enforcing organizations had in common. Eradication of the SCS was a top priority on both their lists.
Tonight's lead stated that the SCS were recieving a shipment. The abandoned factory was assumed to be their final check point before the package was signed off to the SCS completely. Now, how Rin played into this was that she was ordered to retreieve the package and bring it back to headquarters for inspection. A few arrested SCS members would be nice as well, but sometimes that was asking for too much.
Roger had finally stopped his rattling when his eyes caught something in the distance. "Hey, hey Rin. I saw something." He muttered as he turned on a device that lay on the dashboard. A screen lit up, and a radar blinked onto it's smooth surface. Soon, small dots appeared indicating the life forms that inhabited the area and their exact locations.
Rin studied them for a moment, then finally placed her turned the safety off on her Sig Sauer. "Let's get moving." She whispered, pulling her assigned TCPF uniform helmet off the dashboard and placing it on her head. She rolled out of the car, soon followed by Roger who secured his own helmet. With a quick gesture of her hand, she pointed Roger into his designated direction of path, and soon headed onto her own.
The two officers parted and disappeared into the night as they moved closer to the voices that stood only a few feet away.
Ulysses, however, quietly stood in his ground, feeling ever-so comfortable with the business transaction that would take place (as usual) under lights. The abandoned factories of 'Nike' and 'Coca-Cola Amatil' outside the Industrial Zones of the city always seemed to be neutral ground for the WCTF & the SCS. Ulysses perogerative right now was to make sure it would continue to be a prosperous hunting ground for their "clandestine" operations.
Through the cloudless grey orbs Ulysses could make out a number of formally dressed men bearing a number of small arms. Uzi's, Tec 9's, MP5's and a .357 just to name a few. Two other men Ulysses did not pick up were near the delivery vans were protectively holding their pre-2002 AK-47's. Everything about them seemed as imposing as any other 'Yakuza' Syndicate. But, at the same time, everything about them seemed totally laughable.
Of course, Ulysses wasn't here to poke fun at them, nor run a cheap ambush in the hopes of making a dent at a very sophisticated underground organisation.
An SCS representative in his mid thirties took his stride to meet Ulysses halfway. Nothing about him was that distinguishing but Ulysses soon realised that the prosthetics in his right arm bore a lot more about his character than anything else. Even the scar that effectively removed his left eye. Both men shook hands as if they had been the best of buddies, dismissing any thought that both men were from two different worlds.
Ulysses smiled, "I hope we can do this as quickly as we can."
"Don't worry," the representative replied, "my boys should clear them in a matter of minutes. Although I wonder if you're pulling our legs here at such a 'raw' deal."
"Don't worry," Ulysses calmly reassured. "We're always pulling your leg. Now, you hand over what we're after and we can be on our way." Unless you want to be stupid, then by all means.
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