hmm, should be a close contest, and should be quite the challenge. Best of luck to you jack, I'm sure we'll put on quite the show.
Anyway, here's my piece. 8)
PreviewDudit: Yup, that's pretty long. Sorry about that.
Dudit2: Also, Fam Fic?
Boys in Blue
Officer Brian Klinger sighed deeply as he leant on the hood of his police cruiser, as he heard the gang members inside Van Cortlandt Park cheer. He had distinctly heard someone say not long ago that there were "9 delegates from 100 gangs" present. That number had made Brian feel very small.
"You okay?" His partner, an older, cockier cop by the name of Ben White asked. Brian didn't reply verbally, but nodded instead. "It's not great for your first assignment," Ben continued. "But you know what we say down the station, it happens."
Ben nodded again as a burst of static came the radio inside the car. Ben leaned inside the open, passenger-side window and managed to decipher it, before turning back to Brian. "Any minute now."
Ben nodded once more, before standing up straight, feeling the adrenaline already begin to course through his body. His muscles tightened up, he began feeling the blood flow through his system a lot quicker, and of course, he felt the butterflies in his stomach. The 'fight-or-flight' response was kicking in, but in this profession, it was known as the 'fight-or-fight' response - Brian was never expected to fly.
The lights surrounding the park came on, and the duo's colleagues ran into the park, flushing the gang members out. One, wearing a blue denim vest, ran straight into Ben and was taken down. Brian did his best to grab any of the other gang members but struggled, as most evaded his grasp or just shoved him aside. A young gang member ran into Brian whilst looking over his shoulder, and when the gang member saw he had bumped into a cop, he stopped like a rabbit caught in a car's headlights. Brian grunted and used a two-legged takedown to get the gang member on the floor, but as he whipped out his handcuffs, the gang member began sobbing, and Brian couldn't help but feel sorry for the gang member and climb off him, before whispering in his ear: "Run for it."
The gang member ran as the rest of the crowd dispersed. Brian went around the side of the car to find Ben looming above the gang member he took down earlier. "Get anyone?" Ben asked, and Brian replied with a shake of his head.
"Damn it, Bri. The Captain's gonna chew our ass for this - he wanted two punks per car," Brian didn't know how to reply, so he looked down at his feet. "If he asks, we had to take this sack of crap down together." After saying this, Ben kicked out at the Turnbull.
"Leave it." Brian said, stepping towards Ben with his arm outstretched.
"Why?" Ben spat. "Scum of the Earth, these guys."
"Watch it, asshole," The gang member, whose vest read 'Turnbull A.C.s', said menacingly. "I know people."
Ben lifted the Turnbull up and laughed. He went to place the gang member into the back of the cop car, but before he did he hit the gang member's head against the roof of the car.
"Funny, I know people too," Ben laughed again, before pushing the Turnbull into the back of the car. "Try the Chief of the NYPD."
Brian shook his head but said nothing as he took his place in the driving seat of the police cruiser. Ben jumped into the passenger seat and Brian fired up the engine. They drove on towards the station for a few minutes along the bank of the Hudson River, before Ben gently nudged Brian on the shoulder. "Hey, pull over. I gotta whizz."
Brian sighed reluctantly and pulled over, before Ben hopped out of the car and headed into the trees next to the river to relieve himself. Brian sat back in his seat, and was startled when the Turnbull in the back, who had been silent since he got in the car, spoke up: "Hey pig, I need to pee too. Wanna let me out?"
Brian deliberated with himself for a moment, before shaking his head. "Don't think I can do that."
"How long 'till we get back to the station?" The Turnbull asked.
"Around 20 minutes." Brian said quietly, unsure why the Turnbull had asked the question.
"Well I'm just about to wet myself," The Turnbull said. "So I don't know if you want to sit in a car that smells like pee for another 20 minutes or..." The Turnbull finished his sentence there, and Brian left it hanging for a few moments before replying with the reluctance in his voice obvious.
"Okay, I guess it won't hurt." Brian climbed out of his car and checked the Turnbull still had his handcuffs on before letting him out too. Brian led the Turnbull over to the trees before turning his back on him.
"Not being funny pig, but I can't do this myself. You gonna have to un-cuff me."
"Really can't do that." Brian shook his head vigorously.
"Well pig, you gonna have to hold my dick in place. Don't enjoy it though, queer."
Spurred on by the insults, Brian turned and faced the Turnbull, who was smirking, and un-cuffed him, before turning his back on him once more. Brian heard the Turnbull's zipper and was slightly relieved that the Turnbull was at least being honest-
BANG. A ham-sized fist came around and hit Brian in the temple. Brian went down, his head connecting hard with the cement on the sidewalk. Brian's vision was very fuzzy, but he at least managed to make out two large boots walk past him and over to where Ben was stood leaning against the squad car. By the time Ben realised what was happening, the Turnbull had already drawn out a blade and Brian saw the glint of the metal as it was repeatedly driven into Ben's stomach. The Turnbull looked around before turning and running off.
Brian struggled to his feet and stumbled over to the squad car. He climbed back into the driving seat and fired up the engine again. His mentor and friend Ben was dead, due to his negligence; he had broken so many regulations he was going to lose his job for sure in the morning; and prosecution seemed likely in the circumstances. Still groggy, Brian angled the car towards the river, away from the line of the trees, and pressed his foot down hard on the accelerator - there was only one way out of this mess.
*
If one were to turn on the television and switch the any news channel on, they would hear a variation of the following report being read aloud by a sombre newsreader:
"The New York Police Department was left reeling this morning after it was revealed that, in the wake of 'Operation Bopper', two police officers had been found dead. The first, 33-year old Officer Ben White, was found by the side of the Hudson River, with excessive damage to the respiratory system due to multiple stab wounds cited as the cause of death. A second officer has also been found in the Hudson River, having drowned in their designated police cruiser. The New York Police Department has yet to confirm anything about the second officer, but reports suggest that it is likely that this will be revealed as Officer White's partner, 22-year-old Officer Brian Klinger, later in the day. Please stay with this station for any updates on this situation, and a special report on the aftermath of 'Operation Bopper', the organised police operation set up to eliminate gang-related operations and violence from the streets of New York City."
