Dual Minds: Deep Web

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  1. Nia

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    The Feds and Fritz

    Brown took a long gulp of his coffee mug setting it down on his desk. He’d phoned Rose half an hour ago. The police had a suspect in custody. Some chump they'd picked up for bombing a nazi hideout with fireworks but he'd gotten a tip that the man involved had knowledge of Brown's missing person case.

    I would walk up to the door and knock on it before opening the door. "You called? Sorry I'm so late....Traffic wasn't too forgiving. Anyways, I'm here now."

    "Whatever." Brown grumbled. "I hope you're wearing make up, we are filming today."

    "I see someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.....or didn't get any sleep I'm guessing." I sigh heavily. "So filming? What's the occasion? Decided to try out your acting skills?" I joke with a smile trying to lighten the mood.

    Brown sighed. "In case you forgot I host a reality show and I've agreed to let them film us interviewing a criminal. I think it will give me a big boost in ratings."

    "Funny. Who are we interrogating today? I'm guessing we'll have to be on our guard as always." I say with a sigh.

    "Some maniac who bombed a nazi hideout and I got a tip he might have a few clues as to that Miguel boy that went missing again." Brown stood. "Things are getting more fun everyday huh?"

    "...Someone who bombed a Nazi hideout.....please tell me you are joking. That honestly sounded more ridiculous than the reality show." I sigh heavily pinching the bridge of my nose.

    "What?" Brown asked. "You never heard of neo nazis? I figure its part of a gang feud."

    "More like I'm surprised an idiot would go out of their way to use bombs." I say. "So how are we going to go about this?"

    "Well it wasn't bombs, more like fireworks." Brown said and began walking. "Well we are going to go to the police station and have a chat with the guy. The film crew is already there." He shoved his hands in his pocket. "You ready to roll out?"

    I start following behind Brown as he starts leaving. "...Fireworks...uh huh. Alright to the station. Of course I'm ready to go. But don't expect my car to start talking and transform."

    ---

    The two agents entered the interrogation room that had been prepared for them. There were two camera men already present, their cameras doing close ups on Brown and Rose. One table sat in the center of the room and on the opposite end an unattractive looking man sat with his arms crossed.

    A pair of large sunglasses on his face and messy brown hair.

    "How are you?" Brown smiled at him, showing his bleached white teeth.

    The man in sunglasses snorted not saying a word.

    "Rose." Brown said. "This here is Fritz Gance."

    Sunglasses eyebrows raised.

    Brown reached on to the table for a folder and passed it to Rose. "These are his records we had in our system."

    "I see." I take the folder and open it to start skimming through its contents. "Now Mister Gance, this will all go much smoother for both parties if you cooperate. Do you understand that?"

    "Do you know who I am?" Fritz asked.

    Brown blinked and then glanced at Rose.

    I sigh heavily placing the folder back on the table. "Mister Gance who you are isn't my current concern unless it coincides with your recent actions. "

    Fritz grinned. "I was simply doing my job as a good citizen of this town. I was cleaning up the problem you feds can't seem to."

    I take a seat quietly sitting up straight in the chair as I stared at Fritz. "I understand the thought behind what you're trying to say however it was not in your best interest to take action as you did. It was dangerous to both yourself and any bystanders that may have been nearby and a destruction of property. It would have been best to explain the situation to the authorities. It would have saved you the face of us all being here and your current situation."

    "Hey." Fritz said with a shrug. "What's done is done. I think you two would be better off joining my crusade on crime, we've been making a great headway on the gang problem."

    "What my partner said, you can't go around taking the law into your own hands." Brown snarled. "And what do you mean crusade?"

    "The FWO." Fritz replied

    "By the sounds of it you're only making a gang against gangs. A bit of a hypocrisy there don't you think? And the FWO? " I ask with a frown.

    "Fritz World Order."

    "Now this is sounding like more of a cult situation." I mumble quietly. "Is there anything else you can tell us about this...group?"

    "Simple." Fritz said. "Everybody recognizes me as the savior of the city and the town will be plastered in photos of me once I topple the crime lords of the city." He stood placing his foot on the table. "And they'll plaster the town in photos of meeeeeee!"

    He removed his glasses, Fritz's beady eyes had tears in them as he spoke of his greatness. "I think I'll put my marble statue here when I tear this building down."

    "Settle down." Brown said calmly giving Rose another glance. "So its a group who worships you?"

    "No, no, no." Fritz shook his head. "Its a group who does whatever I say because they simply know I'm Fritz."

    "Same old song just a different tone. Now Mister Gance....you do realize by taking these methods you are effectively becoming a crime lord yourself?" I say quietly.

    Fritz put his sunglasses back and titled his head at Rose. He sniffed like a dog that had caught a scent. "You....." He said coldly. "I seen you before, you were with those teenagers that work for me that one day."

    Brown folded his arms. "Excuse me?"

    "The bitch." He pointed at Rose. "I tried to offer her a job before."

    "I would like to kindly ask you to watch the name calling Mister Gance....It's true I have seen him before. When I went to go speak to Miguel. He and a few other teenagers were there. And they seemed more annoyed with him than cooperative. " I say with a heavy sigh. "He said he had come to check on Miguel hearing about his kidnapping. But the other teenagers seemed hostile as he spoke."

    "Well." Brown said. "Miguel is missing and word is Mister Gance may have important information on his whereabouts."

    "Well then Mister Gance. Can you confirm whether or not you do have information about Miguel's location?" I turn my attention back to Fritz.

    "Nope." Fritz said. "You must have the wrong guy or be getting the wrong info."

    "So let me get this straight. You had referred to those teenagers than night as your employees. You are then telling me that a you do not keep close eyes on those you employ? Not a very tight system you have there Mister Gance." I say with a small sigh.

    "I don't need to because they know I'm the boss." Fritz said. "The system is tight because I'm a hard man."

    I stop a moment and pinch the bridge of my nose. "That's not a wise system then....How many members do you even have in your group?"

    Fritz's face remained completely serious. "Six million subordinates."

    "Bullshit!" Brown snapped. "Why don't you start talking like a damn guy who took his meds and-"

    "Fritz the GREAT! Requires no medicine, unless that medicine is the cheers and praise of the people." He snarled at Brown, both men staring each other down with vicious glares.

    I clear my throat and look to them both. "Now boys stop trying to prove dominance. Mister Gance, it's practically impossible to have six millions subordinates."

    Fritz's eyes remained narrowed at Brown but he took a seat. "You should really stop doubting me lady. I'm who stopped the nazi problem after all and took care of that drug dealer Shep everybody was so hopped up about."

    "Excuse me Mister Gance but I can doubt whomever I please, especially ones with high hopes and outrageous fantasy like visions all plastered with his face. You are one person. You are not invincible. And you are nothing special in the eyes of both the court and the law. You may think you're a big deal but in the real world....Mister Gance. You're just another guy sitting here at the other end of this table. And what we wanted was any information you could give before you are given a just punishment for your reckless behavior."

    "Woooooah...." Brown said staring wide eyed at Rose. "Jesus lady, I didn't think you had it in you." He turned towards the cameras. "You all get that?"

    Fritz even seemed somewhat fazed but despite his now white face, he kept his serious face on. "I've said all that I'd like to."

    I give a small sigh standing up. "Fine then. However if you feel like owning up like the person you should be and cooperate as much as you can then you are welcome to."

    "I do not cooperate with the lesser folk." Fritz said.

    "And I for one don't cooperate with children. But I'm sure we can put aside our differences at some point. " I get up from my chair quietly. "Now have a good rest of your day Mister Gance. I think we are finished here. For now at least."
     
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    When Good Men go Bad

    Thomas Woodrow. Once a proud school teacher, proud Uncle, and happily sober was now currently a janitor, a broken-hearted Uncle, and somewhat drunk. He held a glass of brandy as he paced the living room late that evening. The gun sat on the coffee table next to the bottle. He drank, thought, and drank some more.

    I almost killed a man.
    A cold hearted raping bastard.
    He was defenseless.
    So was Abigail, and so were you.
    Another drink drained the glass. A clink of the bottle filled it back up.

    I'm not a murderer.
    He is. And he's too powerful for the police to bother with.
    I could have died today. Where would Abby be then?
    And if Cecil decides to come after you and her again? You have to take him out, now, before he can make the first move. For Abigail.
    I'm not a murderer.
    Not a murderer, a vigilante.

    Another drink. A deep sigh. The broken-hearted, conflicted man sunk into the sofa, the glass resting against his forehead.
    Before the glass touched his lips again, Woodrow’s door was flung open with enough force that it was slammed the knob slammed into the opposite wall. There stood Dexter his sharp blue eyes narrowed furiously at Thomas his fists balled and teeth showing.

    Both men could almost feel the tension in the air double at seeing one another.

    "You...." Dexter growled. "You bastard."

    "That title typically belongs to you." Thomas murmured as he set the glass down. He frowned at Dexter. "Got something to say? Spit it out."

    "You almost got us killed!" Dexter groaned. "Laplace told us to back down and back down is what we should of done, what if Cecil comes after Harley now?" He glanced at Woodrow's half empty bottle of booze. "You're drinking again?"

    Dexter moved closer. "Is that why you made such a stupid move!?"

    Thomas glanced down at his glass. "What would you have done in my place?" He asked sullenly as he stared at the gun on the table. "Would you have backed down...if the man who'd raped your daughter was sitting before you?"

    "You know damn well I wouldn't but unlike you I'm selfish enough to chew you out about it!" He sighed. "All you've managed to do is endanger the lives of more people." Dexter glared. "And I'm getting to old to play this kinda game, we could of just had some peace finally."

    Dexter's hand reached out and grabbed Woodrow by the collar. "But because of your alcoholic ass and those two stooges that attacked us, I've got to worry about my daughter's safety even more then I already did."

    Woodrow's eyes held a dull light. His expression remained sullen, even as Dexter grabbed him. "Sorry." He slurred slightly. "Guess we'll have to hit him first."

    "What don't you get?" Dexter said starting to shake him. "I don't want this anymore.....I'm tired of ruining lives and I....I can't take anymore fucking corpses." He swallowed not looking Woodrow in the eyes. "I think, I'm done."

    Thomas knocked Dexter's hands off his collar and stepped away from him, picking up his glass as he did. He turned away from him, staring at the window that Dexter had been thrown out of. The frame had yet to be replaced. A plyboard duct-taped to the window kept out the cold. There was still a blood stain on the carpet from where he'd been shot and had nearly bled out.

    He took another drink. "Fine, Dexter. Go, run. Try and live a happy life with your daughter. But I can't, won't rest until Cecil is either dead, or behind bars. I want to be able to look Abby in the eyes...and tell her she's safe. And I can't do that if Cecil is still roaming free."

    "You're stopping." Dexter said flatly. "We are known accomplices to them and what you do effects me, so I'm putting my foot down."

    Oh, how the roles have changed.

    "Get Harley some place safe, Dexter. Because I'm not stopping." He drained the glass, and held it loosely between his fingers. "Maybe Hawaii. Heard its nice this time of year."

    "Don't make me have to bring you down." Dexter said coldly. "You used to say things to me but remember you never fully followed through, but Thomas." He snorted. "You know me and know that I won't hesitate to move against you."

    Dexter looked Woodrow and glanced at the gun. "You won't be needing this." He began to reach for it.

    Woodrow looked over his shoulder at him. "You've overstayed your welcome." He growled, crossing the distance and grabbing Dexter's wrist before he could grab his gun.

    "What happened to you?" Dexter asked. "Where in the hell did you even get a gun in the hospital?"

    "My girlfriend." Thomas replied shortly, grabbing his gun and sticking it in his pocket. "You should go now. I'd rather not fight you."

    Dexter stared at his old friend for several seconds before he stripped off his jacket and tossed it aside. He slowly rolled up his sleeves. "Well that's funny." He said in response finally. "Because I got no problem fighting you."

    Woodrow snorted a laugh and dropped back down on his couch pouring himself another glass. He took the gun out of his pocket and tossed it at Dexter's feet. "Fine, take it. I can always find another." He laughed at some unspoken joke as the full effects of the alcohol began to kick in.

    Dexter frowned. "You really are a pathetic piece of shit these days aren't you?" He said picking up the gun. "I told you not to trust that woman."

    "Like I told you not to get involved with Trisha? Look how that turned out." Thomas smirked. "And I'll never be a worse piece of shit, than you. At least I'm fighting for something right. You...You just fought for whoever paid you the most."

    "I fought to survive in the kinda world I lived in and now I'm going to have to fight to protect the only good thing I've ever made." He replied. "You're just fighting for revenge now, pure and simple." Dexter popped open the gun's chamber.

    One bullet left.

    He raised the gun to Woodrow's head. "All I'd have to do now is pull the trigger and present Cecil your body, it would just be one more problem resolved."

    "It would make more sense to put the bullet in him." Woodrow replied evenly, seemingly not even phased by the umpteenth gun in his face. He leaned forward till the gun was inches away, his tone dropping to a serious level. "You know there is no insurance that Cecil won't come after you or me, even if we do leave him alone. The only way to ensure that both the girls we love remain safe, is to take him out of the game. You know I'm right. So are you going to help me, or run and hope he doesn't come after you?"

    Dexter dropped the gun on Woodrow's lap and turned to leave in silence.

    "Does this mean you're helping?"

    "Goodbye Thomas." He said in a quiet response as he exited the building.
     
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    Family Discussions

    The door to Trisha’s room creaked open slowly and the man whom she’d previously tried to kill stumbled in. His hair uncombed, dark circles around his eyes and growing fuzz on his face. She could tell he needed sleep, which Trisha had been doing herself but Dexter's loud footsteps made her eyes snap open on instinct.

    Dexter's lips crept into a small forced smile. "Well don't you look just like sleeping beauty." He said, limping towards the one of the chair's near her bed.

    "And don't you look just like the Hunchback of Notre Dame." Trisha stiffled a laugh as she studied him. "Let me guess, you helped Woodrow?"

    "Unfortunately." Dexter said, taking his seat. "I don't think me and him will be seeing a lot of each other anymore."

    Trisha sat up in bed with a sigh. "Yeah, I doubt that."

    Dexter smirked. "He's too out of control and he's planning things I don't want any part in." He scooted his seat closer to her. "I'm exhausted....don't have the energy for that kinda action anymore."

    "Then what are you going to do? Finally get a real job?" Trisha asked.

    Dexter gave her a flat stare but within moments his eyes softened and he leaned his elbow on Trisha's mattress. "Maybe." He admitted and it felt good to say it, he could get a nice honest paying job.

    "I bet you'd get fired or quit the first day."

    "What the hell is your problem!?" He snapped, slamming his hands down on his lap. "Ever since I walked in here you been doing nothing but being a total bi-" Dexter paused. "Bad woman!"

    "Lighten up Dexter, I was only joking!" She said with a grin. "All I can do really. I need out of this place, it's soooooooo boring."

    Dexter snorted in response and shoved his hands in his pocket. "Look, you've got it pretty damn easy being laid in a hospital getting food and TV whenever you want. In the last week I've been beaten, shot at and stabbed. You get stabbed and you get to spend your days in a nice warm bed."

    "You mean this bed that's as hard as a rock." Trisha said, adjusting herself for emphasis. "Harley was right, the food is disgusting and nothing good is ever on TV. I'm not living the hospital life of luxury, it's awful!"

    "Well, just deal with it for a bit longer and then we can go home."

    Trisha stared at him. "What did you say?"

    "I said when we go home." Dexter replied with a heavy sigh turning his head away from her.

    "We?"

    "Yes Trisha, we." Dexter said again. He took a deep breath and let his eyes meet hers. "If...you'd be alright with me staying with you for awhile.....or well might be a little longer then awhile." He let his head rest on her lap. "I think that would be nice."

    Trisha sat there in stunned silence, softly stroking his hair. Her thoughts turned to the past, of the string of events she'd caused that came crashing down without warning. All because of Dexter.

    And now history was repeating itself with the very man that had betrayed her, broke her heart, and changed her life forever. She tried to forget, but she couldn't forgive him could she?

    "Of course you can stay, Dexy."

    Dexter closed his eyes. "I'm sorry." He said. "Sorry that I left you like I did with the baby...I shouldn't of done something like that, to either of you. But after I saw how well you two were getting along I didn't think I was worth that kinda family life."

    He gently grabbed her hand. "Deserving of a quiet life."

    "All of that doesn't matter now." Trisha said. "I was wrong...Harley needs you and so do I."

    Dexter resigned himself to her affection and the two embraced in a forgiving hug for several moments before he responded to her comment. "I...." He sighed. "I don't think Harley is going to be thrilled with the idea. She doesn't like me very much."

    "Harley has barely known you for three weeks. Just give her time, Dexy. She doesn't know any different, I'm sure it'll take some getting used to."

    Dexter chuckled. "She has every right to hate me.....the things I did, I shouldn't of left her." He shook his head. "But everything I touch turns into shit....even Woodrow now. I ruined his life."

    "No, Woodrow ruined his own life."

    "What do you mean?" Dexter muttered his empty eyes staring at her.

    "Everyone has the ability to make their own choices. Some might not believe it; might not think they can because of circumstances, but they're the ones who say yes or no." Trisha said solemnly.

    "I went years with my mother making choices for me. I was too stupid to not do anything about it, but still I was the one who said yes to her treating me that way. And I kept saying yes over and over again to lots of people, until I couldn't take it anymore and finally said no for the very first time in my life. Every person I kill I tell them, no."

    Trisha scowled as she pointed a finger at Dexter. "Don't take the blame for Woodrow. He said yes sixteen years ago, he said yes three weeks ago, and he's the one allowing himself to feel the way he is. Not you, not Cecil, no one else but him."

    Dexter cringed at the mention of her murderous nature. He wanted to continue to beat himself but her logic was convincing, Woodrow had made his choices and Dexter had made his. Now everybody and their mother wanted them dead.

    "Guess there isn't much to be done then, huh?"

    "It's up to you." Trisha said, flashing her signature smile. "But, I know I want to do a lot when I'm out of this hospital bed."

    ---

    “I figure its best to start with this Joe kid.” Brown said. “He’s an idiot but if anybody has the most information on Fritz, it will probably be him.”

    The two pulled up in front of the boy's hotel.

    "It's to my understanding that he was recently attacked by the nazis." He snorted. "Spent a few days in the hospital."

    "Oh so he may still be recovering. So I guess we shouldn't be too hard on hi-......and idiot? Oh dear, what did this Joe guy do to get you already calling him names?" I asks crossing my arms.

    Brown snorted. "He was withholding information from me upon one of our missing victims and its likely he'll do it again." Brown barred his teeth. "If he gives me lip again I might not be responsible for the hurt I put on him." He said exiting the car.

    I quickly get out of the car after him. "No you won't. I would be responsible for that. Which is exactly why you won't. I don't condone his actions from what it sounds like but you can't let that get to you."

    "Look Rose, you're new and a little naive to things." Brown said walking up the steps and giving three solid knocks on Joe's door. "Some people just need a little push with things."

    I walk up behind him and roll my eyes. "....I may be new and naive but that at least lets me keep my job and avoid a law suit." I mumble quietly.

    Joe had stumbled home in a daze. The world was spinning around him. He dropped the groceries onto one of the beds and rushed into the bathroom. He knelt in front of the toilet and began vomiting. He shut his eyes and willed the world to stop spinning, the headache to cease it's merciless assault, the nausea to end it's constant twisting on his stomach...

    Joe didn't know how long he knelt there with his eyes squeezed shut, but after a while, he was awoken from his stupor by angry knocking from the front door. He stumbled out of the bathroom and peeked out of the door. He scowled when he saw the face of Agent Brown. He couldn't look weak in front of him... He quickly rushed back into the bathroom and washed away the dried vomit that was at the corners of his mouth, wiped away the sweat on his face, brushed his hair, and smoothed out his clothing.

    Joe took a deep breath and walked back to the front door. He pulled the door open and glared at Agent Brown coldly, hoping that any trace of the glassy gaze that had met me in the bathroom mirror wasn't present. "Oh it's the oh so glamorous Agent Brown. Here to strangle me again to prove to yourself how big of a man you are? Or are you here to mess up another investigation with your needless vanity and need for attention?" He asked, crossing his arms, he didn't even glance at the woman with him. His anger concentrated solely on the agent that had strangled him only a few weeks prior.

    Brown returned Joe's glare with equal disdain much like he had with Fritz earlier. "Well good to see you again to." He said. "We are here for information, some of your friends may have gotten involved with a dangerous man."

    His shoved his hands in his pocket. "Know a man by the name of Fritz?"

    I look away a moment annoyed and look to Joe. "I think I remember seeing you before when I went to visit Miguel a while ago. You may call me Rose and.....I must apologize though that you've had past complications with my partner.... I do hope you are doing well. Since I heard you had been in the hospital."

    Joe ignored Brown and looked at Rose. "...Ah, yes, that's right, I remember now. It is nice to see you again Agent Rose." He said, giving her a pleasant smile, desiring to emphasize how little Brown was wanted here. "I'm better, it'd take much more than a few inbred racist idiots with baseball bats to take me down." He said. "Or a vain and arrogant FBI agent for that matter." He added, flashing a quick glare toward Brown.

    Agent Brown responded in the most of mature fashion by sticking out his tongue at Joe. "Yeeeeah, I heard you got beat up pretty bad by the nazis." He balled his fist. "Did you know your friend Fritz blasted fireworks at them, know anything about that?"

    I shake my head a moment. "Yes, if you would know any thing about Fritz and his recent action or well anything on that situation that would be nice if you would share this information......" I then turn back to Brown. "Could you please stop that.....are you wanting to agitate him?"

    "I'm sorry, but do you hear an annoying buzzing sound, or is it just me?" Joe asked, not even glancing at Brown. "Oh well, probably something completely insignificant anyway." He said shrugging. "As for Fritz, yes, I've had the displeasure of meeting him. He wants to be a big shot and have everyone recognize him as the most amazing person to ever walk on the Earth. Reminds me of this really annoying FBI agent I met recently actually. I digress, I don't know about anything that he's done, I heard about those neo-nazis being attacked, but that was on the night I was hospitalized." He said.

    "SHUT UP!" Brown snapped. "SHUT UP!" His fingers stretched forward as if to strangle Joe again but he resisted the urge stopping half way, lowering his hands and continuing to sneer. "Quit insulting an agent of the government, do you know about the word respect?"

    I give a glare towards Brown. "...." I turn my attention back towards Joe. "Well if you don't know anything about his current actions than do you know anything about his past ones or this organization he claims to have made?"

    Joe ignored brown, but a smile was tugging at the corners of his mouth in satisfaction. "He was part of those neo-nazis, he had deluded himself into thinking that he was the leader, as for his 'new organization', he tried to comprise it of me and the others that were present at Miguel's house, however, we denied him. There is a good possibility that he still thinks that we're members of his organization however due to his delusions of grandeur and denial of any deficiencies that he has, and a bunch of teenagers denying to work with him would certainly count as a deficiency." He said, crossing his arms. "Oh, one last thing, Ms. Rose, you know an important thing about respect? I know it's kind of out of the blue, but... in order to have respect, one must earn it. One cannot expect to gain it by demanding it like a petulant child." He said.

    "Well any chance you'd be willing to come down to the station and have a word with him?" Brown asked pushing his anger down. "I think you kids might get him to open up more about his involvement in things."

    "Yes I understand that." I say quietly. "Ah right. We do have Fritz currently. It would be beneficial if you could help us get any information out of him about this. He of course should trust you all more than us. "

    "...Allow me to put away my groceries and I'll come down on my own, I know the way there." Joe said finally.

    ---

    The group road to the station but not before stopping twice to gather up the other teenagers involved with the man. They contacted and scheduled appointments at the police station. Marie, Anita and Gale but Brown nor Joe was able to get a hold of the kid named Harley’s parents.

    Brown had decided it in everyone's best interests if Rose went and made the house visit to Harley's while he handled the questioning of the rest of the kids and Fritz at the station.
     
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    A day had passed, a single normal day for many of the inhabitants of Kentucky but an intense one for others.

    The person who knocked the door at Woodrow’s apartment was no other than Anne Reynolds, his girlfriend. She formally waited for the man to open despite she could have easily spied on him if she wished through the gap left by the broken window.

    "Go away." Came the slurred reply. Woodrow lounged in his chair, eyes red, bottle empty. He had no desire to see anybody after his encounter with Dexter.

    "You're lacking manners today" said Anne at the other side of the door.

    "Mmm, what?" The door cracked open and Thomas' tired, unshaved face came into view. He groaned quietly when he saw who it was. "God, Anne...I'm sorry. Now is...um...a really bad time."

    "You expect me to turn away when there is a broken window, your apartment reek of alcohol and you look frankly horrible? It worries me" replied the woman.

    "Those are exactly the reasons I want you to go away. I don't want you too see me like this. Please...go." Thomas begins to close the door.

    "And those are also the reasons why I refuse. I mean it's not only me, Abby's also worried about how you seem to have... changed." said the woman while putting her feet between the door's gap.

    "I'd like to hear what's going on from your own mouth, otherwise I'll manage to find about it eventually."

    Thomas sighs and steps away from the door, collapsing back on the couch. "I don't know what to do Anne..." He buries his face in his hands. "I want kill that mayor...so badly, for what he did, to Abby. And I almost did, Anne. I was so close...I would have...and that terrifies me."

    Anne's eyebrows furrowed.

    "You were close?...." mumbled the woman as she allowed her weight to fall on a chair.

    "You used that gun right? You said it was for self defense... I just...shouldn't..." said unable to find the right words.

    Finally she sighed and said "Abby... needs your support, I mean, aren't you her closest relative? Instead you are just trying to kill that man, even after what he did, his death won't change anything right now!"

    "He's going to come after her again! He's dangerous!" Woodrow exclaimed. "And not just her, other girls like her! That bastard won't stop. He has no heart. He either has to die, or be put behind bars forever. I can't rest, I can't...live...until he's taken care of. I'm sorry...I just...can't."

    Anne couldn't resist the urge and contrary her usual cheerful attitude she smacked the man in the face. For a moment both stood in silent, Anne showing an angry face.

    But after a few seconds it softened and both arms of the woman embraced the man.

    "Nothing would had happened if you had stopped following that man, Dexter, as I told you to. Abby would still be safe and you both would live happily ignorant of that Mayor's true nature."

    "Your right." Woodrow sighed, returning her embrace. "I should have kicked him out the door the moment he came back into my life. I...don't know why I didn't." He final took a step back and turned, wiping tears that he didn't want her to see. He took her hands tenderly, staring at them sadly. "You're the best thing that's happened to me. How'd a man like me, get a woman like you...?"

    "Because even after all that had you been involved with, you're still a wonderful and honest man Woody" said Anne before kissing the man in his lips.

    "Please, will you stay away from danger? For Abby and for me?"

    Thomas sighs...its clear he's struggling to agree but finally he nods. "For you...and Abby. But...you have to be careful. If...if Cecil were to find you..." He shook his head.

    "Don't worry Woody, I'll be careful" said while hugging him again.

    An hour later, Anne left Woodrow's apartment and went to check on Abby, something she had been doing all the days as she promised Woodrow to.

    Woodrow promised to stay away from danger, yet Anne was uncertain of how much did he meant those words. What she knew is that she felt the anger dwelling inside her even greater than before.

    I'll deal with them... don't worry Woody..
     
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    The buttery popcorn kernel flew across the living room, bouncing off her grandmother's chubby cheek. Harley grinned as she threw a few more pieces, each precisely hitting their targets.

    "Hey Grandma, you're not playing the game right."

    Doreen scowled in the direction of her granddaughter but didn't hesitate to start picking the multiple pieces of popcorn off her stomach and legs. She quickly began gobbling them up with sounds that could only be described as feral in nature.

    "Where is your mother?" She asked sternly, chewing on the kernels. "Still in the hospital?"

    "Last I heard, she escaped." Harley said with her mouth full.

    "Escaped!?" Doreen shrieked. "What do you mean escaped child, are you daft! Why did you not tell me this sooner?"

    Harley jumped up from the couch and stretched. "I didn't think you'd care."

    Doreen narrowed her eyes. "What is that supposed to mean?"

    "You didn't go visit her in the hospital, so why should you care if she escaped?" Harley grabbed her empty bowl and started towards the kitchen. "It's no big deal."

    "Well she is my daughter." Doreen said. "Despite her idiocy and yours I do like to know the both of you are safe."

    "That's sweet of you." Harley said with a sarcastic smirk. "I guess you'd be happy to know she's still in the hospital then. Want anything while I'm up?"

    Doreen sighed at Harley. "Must you insist on being so rude?" She asked. "And if you're really serious, Teanna is out at the market so that leaves you with preparing my second lunch."

    "Seriously Grandma, you gotta stop calling it second lunch. It needs more of a ring to it, like, Lunch Part Two or Lupper! Get it? Like, lunch and supper...even though I am a most civil being and call it dinner, so, Linner. Wait, no, how about Luncher!" Harley walked into the kitchen and shouted from the doorway, "Luncher is good, right?"

    Harley and Doreen's conversation was interrupted by the knocking on the trailer door, three strong knocks. Since they didn't normally get visitors, the sound made Harley go on the defense. Shoulders back and face of intimidation on, she stomped over to the door and pulled it open.

    "What do you want?" she said before she saw who it was.

    "Wow, wow, woooooow little mama." The familiar voice of Mr. Cool Cole Colt responded, his muscular frame visible through the same James Bond like suit he sported during their last conversation. "That's not exactly crash to be so hostile."

    "I'm not hostile, I'm cautious. You know trailer parks, you never can be too careful." Harley gave him a questioning look. "What's the Duck Police doing around here anyway?"

    Cole gave her a smug smirk. "Well I heard you running your lip and assumed that it was an angry quack." He teased.

    "You sure aren't funny." Harley said, leaning against the doorframe. "And you do realize keeping tabs on a sixteen year old girl is creepy, right? I could report you."

    "Considering your history with the law enforcement of the town, I doubt they will be any great rush to respond." He sighed. "Is your father here?"

    "Why do you wanna know?"

    "For the same reasons I spoke to you before." Cole said. "Certain events have transpired and your father might have some valuable information about a certain situation that happened several hours ago."

    "What if he doesn't want to talk to you?" Harley said sharply. "You told me before you didn't like him, so the feeling is probably mutual."

    "He's going to have to talk to me eventually." Cole replied. "I hate to break it to you but your dad has been doing some really uncool things as of late and I've got to clean up the old man's mess."

    "That's not surprising." Harley said, glaring at him. "But it's his problem not yours or mine, so get off my porch before I make you."

    "I'm afraid-." Cole started but was cut off by the sound of a wheelchair rolling up beside Harley, his eyes widened for a brief moment at the sight that was Doreen. The witch on wheels spoke giving a scowl that made Harley's look kind.

    "Dating older men?" she asked.

    "He's a salesman and he was just leaving." Harley nodded to Cole. "Thanks but no thanks, Sir." The three continued to exchange words for a moment when all were silenced by an approaching black car.

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    The Station

    “So I’m Charlie.” Brown said. “And you’re all gonna be my angels and cooperate real nice, ya got that?”

    The Fed had Fritz, Anita, Marie and Gale all seated in the interrogation room. Most of them wore nervous smiles with the exception of Fritz and Brown who both wore similar scowls which were directed at one another.

    “Look.” He said. “I’m not looking to keep you all here long but the fact remains is that I’ve got a person missing. A kid named Miguel Harris.”

    “Never heard the name in my life." Fritz responded.

    “Bullshit.” Gale said. “You said those Aryans had him.”

    “I apologize for my employees’ lack of respect.” Fritz said. “I’ll have to make sure he doesn’t speak out of turn.”

    Brown sighed pressing his palm against his forehead. “You are really an odd group of people.”
     
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    I pull up in a trailer park and sigh heavily. "Well, better to get this over with. " I say as I unbuckle my seat belt and step out of the black car locking it behind me. I glance around a moment before noticing the trailer I had been directed to, for Harley though I raise an eyebrow noticing someone else was already at their door. I walk over to them quietly with a smile. "Excuse me I hope I am not interrupting anything here. I'm looking for a miss Harley." I glance between the three visible people.
     
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    I put the groceries away and then sat down on my bed. The room was spinning slightly. "Damn... that was close." I thought, I'd need a second before I'd leave. I shut my eyes and took a few deep breaths, then I got up and got a glass of cold water, drank it, and put the glass in the sink before writing a note to Jess saying that I'd be down at the police station and then walking out of the hotel after putting my trench coat back on.

    I made a bee line for the police station, still paranoid that my father was looking for a good chance to nab me off of the street and make me pay for leaving... I soon let out a sigh of relief once I had made my way into the station. I informed the officer why I was here and was led to the interrogation room.

    I walked inside and glanced at everyone that had gathered. "Oh god, what have they gotten themselves into...?" I wondered.
    "I'm here." I announced softly, then, I glanced at Brown and Fritz. "Boy, two huge egos, it's going to be nearly impossible to tell who's who." I said, cracking a wide mocking grin before taking a seat on one side of the table by myself, but staying a bit closer to the group than Brown.
     
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    The location was a park, just like any other park in Kentucky.

    The blonde pale woman waited on a bench. Unlike her usual black suit, Lennia was casually dressed with white pants and an orange blouse, her hair carefully combed into a single ponytail. Just a regular person, or at least that’s the impression she should give if it weren’t by a big scar crossing her face, a scar made by no other than Trisha Sparkles more than a month ago.

    She waited there, impatiently until a figure slowly walked toward the bench. It was a lady with a certain mature aspect. As Lennia was, she wore a casual attire. A long black skirt and a white blouse, high heels and a golden necklace around her neck. Her hair was long and curly and she wore sunglasses to fight the fierce light of summer’s days.

    In Lennia’s face a smile was drawn as she stood up to receive the woman, she walked toward her and said.

    “Is good to see you mot…”

    But her words were suddenly cut as she received a fairly strong slap in the face. Despite it would had been no trouble for a skilled person like her to withstand the hit, the fact that she was hit by particularly this woman added weight to the impact making her fall.

    “Stand up, the other cheek is next.” Said the woman with an imposing tone.

    Lennia didn’t fear this woman, at the contrary, she respected her so much she stood up to receive a second slap, this time she didn’t fell.

    “Do you want to know why I slapped you?” asked the woman. Lennia didn’t reply as she already knew the answer.

    “A month ago you were severely wounded by your target, particularly the wound in your abdomen was a big one as it damaged an internal organ. Exactly how much did The Surgeon told you to rest?” Asked the woman.

    “Two months… Mother” replied Lennia.

    “That’s it. I don’t want to see one of my daughters straining themselves like this. That’s why I asked for Nathalia” Replied Lennia’s Mother.

    “She… couldn’t come.” Stated Lennia.

    “And I suppose she has her reasons for that. I’ll question her lately then.” Said the woman.

    Even with 28 years, Lennia still had trouble to take a scolding from her mother. After all, she and her sister tried their best to fulfill her mother’s expectations, and not disappoint her not even in the littlest of details. After all, it was The Queen who saved them from hell years ago.

    The hands of The Queen once again entered in contact with Lennia’s face, yet instead of a slap they carefully caressed her.

    “Look at your poor face… That woman really destroyed your beauty. This is also my fault as I sent you two after her. I’d said it before and I’ll say it again. You’re free to pick the life of a normal woman, it also pains me to be responsible of this path you both had chose.” Said this time with the kind tone proper of a mother.

    Lennia however denied. “If it weren’t for you mother we would had died. You gave to us a new life and we decided to make sure your dream becomes a reality”

    The Queen replied with a smile that contained both pride and sorrow.

    “What are our orders mother?” Asked Lennia.

    “There are orders and suggestions this time. Gather the troops, things are about to get dire… But because of that is that I really would like you and your siblings to stay out of this.”

    Lennia again denied with her head and said “I’ll stay with you Mother. I’ll make sure to pass the message to the others.”

    “Get ready, we’ll have a meeting this evening. That is all. Now, would you kindly join me for lunch?” Said once again with the smile proper of a mother.

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    Marie observed dumbfounded the arguing between Fritz and Detective Brown.

    “Hey…. Do you think… these two are pretty much alike?” whispered to Gale and Anita.

    Thankfully, Joe’s interruption cut the discussion and gave Marie a chance to speak.

    “Ejem… Detective Brown. The truth is that this asshole randomly appeared from nowhere with a bunch of Nazis, he betrayed them in front of us and suddenly claimed that we were his follower, as if I were to follow walking shit. Anyway, these Nazis believed this prick’s crap and apparently took our friend Word as a hostage and now we don’t even know where the fuck he is or if he is even safe all because of this idiot. If you send him to prison we would be really thankful”
     
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    "Excuse me I hope I am not interrupting anything here. I'm looking for a miss Harley."

    Cole raised an eyebrow at the woman. “That depends whose asking and I can’t say you are interrupting anything but you might be.” He stepped off the porch facing the woman. "You somebody important?"

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    “It’s like a contest of who has the biggest head.” Gale whispered back to Marie.

    "Boy, two huge egos, it's going to be nearly impossible to tell who's who."

    Surprisingly Brown simply ignored Joe's comment and turned his attention to Marie. Fritz however was quick to respond to the insurbordination of one of his goons. "Joe....despite this agent and Marie's idiocy, you shouldn't insult them."

    “Ejem… Detective Brown. The truth is that this asshole randomly appeared from nowhere with a bunch of Nazis, he betrayed them in front of us and suddenly claimed that we were his follower, as if I were to follow walking shit. Anyway, these Nazis believed this prick’s crap and apparently took our friend Word as a hostage and now we don’t even know where the fuck he is or if he is even safe all because of this idiot. If you send him to prison we would be really thankful”

    Brown remained calm but gave Fritz a brief glance as she relayed her story. "Can you all verify this?" He asked.

    Gale, Marie and Anita all nodded.

    "And you?" He asked Fritz directly.

    "They're obviously lying." Fritz sighed. "I'm a pillar of the community, why would I be involved in such disgusting actions?"

    Brown stared. "We don't have any records of you living here till two weeks ago."

    "My team!" Fritz spoke. "Support!"
     
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    "I was talking about you, and Mr. Chokes-A-Lot over here." I said, gesturing to Brown as I looked at Fritz. "Furthermore, we aren't going to lie for you. You've made plans to take down gangs and become a local hero, bombing the gang you were originally part of isn't out of the realm of possibilities." I said, I was annoyed since I was still feeling ill and had to drag myself down here for these two egotistical morons.
     
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    I roll my eyes slightly and then look to Cole. "I'm agent Rose. " I say pulling out my badge to show him. I put it back and proceed to cross my arms giving him an expectant look. "I came here to speak with miss Harley about someone she knows but that business is with her and not you so I'm afraid I can't tell you anymore until she is present. So....may I speak with miss Harley?"
     
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    Cole titled his head at her. “A fed?” He snorted. “Didn’t know you all were in town, guess things but getting pretty sticky.”Doreen wheeled herself forward. "I'm afraid." She said. "That for the moment I am Harley's guardian, what do you need from her?"

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    Brown leaned back in his seat taking all he heard in for several moments. He could of arrested Fritz right then and there…..hell he could of probably made an excuse to hold the teens as well. No, he could use them.

    There was still much to get to the bottom of.

    "Alright." Brown sighed.

    "Alright?" Gale raised an eyebrow.

    "I think we can work something out." He said. "Would any of you be interested in cutting a deal?"
     
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    "...Cutting a deal for what? I haven't done anything and have an alibi for the night of the bombing. Furthermore, do you have any evidence that the others were part of that bombing in any capacity? I mean from what I see is that you just have the word of someone that's just as deluded as you are saying that we're his 'employees', which we have all denied to the end. As I see it, there's no deal to cut and we're down here mainly to tell you that this idiot needs to go to jail before he blows up half of the city in an attempt to be recognized as a hero." I said, crossing my arms.
     
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    I look to Doreen with a smile. "Ah you are her current gaurdian? Well there is a man that we have his name being Fritz. We believe that Miss Harley and a few others that know him may be able to help us gather more information about his recent actions from him. Well that's what we hope. Miss Harley should not come to any harm or be forced to do anything she wouldn't want to. It's in her and your rights to say no."
     
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    "Stop calling me Miss, it's annoying."

    All heads turned toward the sound of Harley's voice which came seemingly out of nowhere. The girl of 5 foot 2 was standing on the hood of Rose's sleek black car. Her hands rested on her hips as her blue eyes met the ones of the agent.

    "I've never met a Fritz in my life. Who the heck names their kid Fritz?" She said, shifting her weight to make the car shake beneath her. "Must suck to be him."
     
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    I looks back towards Harley with a smile. "Ah I see then. I wasn't trying to antagonize you." I chuckle quietly to her remark on Fritz name. "That is a question I've asked myself a few times, but I guess everyone has their reasons for getting their names. So you say you don't know who Fritz is? Well then that's fine. I won't bug you anymore if you don't know who he is. And.....I don't believe I have any more business with you so I thank you for your time." I say nodding my head to Harley with a smile. "Now could you please get off the hood of my car unless you want me to drive off with you as a hood ornament. Because that can certainly be arranged."
     
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    Cole was silent for several moments watching Harley and Rose go back and forth briefly. “I know its uncool to intervene in police work but doesn’t a dudet like you need a warrant or permission from her guardian to take her into custody?”

    Doreen rode forward slowly, the wheels on her chair crunching leaves as she neared Rose and before the Agent knew what hit her she found herself being smacked in the forehead with a fly swatter repeatedly. "Do you know who I am!?" She shrieked.

    Cole's stoicism vanished into one of pure horror.

    "I used to own people like you!" Doreen continued whacking in a frenzy. "You can't go around talking to my family like that."
     
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    One hit.....fine. Two hits, is unneeded. At this point I had enough of this old lady's madness. I quickly grab the flyswatter to stop it and yank it from her hand tossing it far back towards her trailer. "....That's enough of that ma'am. I apologize for that but I didn't like the fact your relative would be so rude as to stand on my car." I thin turn to Cole with a smile which was clearly forced at the moment. "Yes. I do need the current guardian's permission. That would be if I did end up taking her. Since she doesn't know the situation there is no need." With that I walk over to my car and unlock the door opening it. "Now Harley, I suggest getting off my car. I'm leaving now. " I say getting into the car and slamming the door shut.
     
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    "Thanks a lot, Grandma." Harley let out a little sigh of disappointment as she leap off the car, sticking a landing on the concrete. On any other day she would've stayed put and surfed through town with the wind blowing through her hair. But, her family seemed to be having bad luck with hospital visits lately and she did NOT want to be next. Nope.

    Harley dragged her feet over to where Mr. Cool Cole was standing. She didn't like him...not quite hate, but close. He knew too much about her and she didn't know anything about him. The warning signs were as clear as those cheesy videos of stranger danger she was made to watch in elementary school.

    "Why are you still here?" she said loudly to him. "I don't want you coming around here anymore, you got that?"
     
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    Brown shook his head at Joe. "Yes, you're correct I cannot legally cannot convict you kids of anything nor do I want to." The Fed stood. "But I'm giving you all a chance to serve your country. I'm thinking maybe you'd all be interested in some undercover work."

    He shrugged. "Nothing heavy but I could pay you pretty damn good if you could keep tabs on this Fritz idiot here and bring more of those Nazi goons out into the open."

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    "They are rude people." Cole said turning his attention to Harley. "Like I said, I'm here because I'm a friend your father's and I to speak with him, and I'd rather not do it while he's at a hospital so I've decided to wait for him here."

    Doreen didn't respond at Rose tossing her flyswatter but began circling her like a hungry short.
     
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    I couldn't help but snicker at the suggestion. "So, you're appealing to patriotism and bribery to have kids do your dirty work. Man you are so damn pathetic Brown. I was wondering how pathetic you could possibly get, but... the answer is right there. You are so incompetent at doing your job that you actually have to employ kids to do your work, I do have to wonder how many kids had to die in order for you to be as quote unquote 'renowned' as you are. Did you enlist a whole preschool?" I asked, grinning, I sincerely hoped that whoever was watching behind the two way mirror was enjoying this.
     
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    "Can we get over with this already? I have things to do. Gosh it's already so late" said Marie
     
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    There was a knock at Woodrow’s apartment’s door, the owner was fed with all the things that had happened in his life so far and probably unwilling to receive any visit, but the man dressed as a cop and patiently smoking a cigarette simply knocked the door.

    He would wait as much as needed, after all Woodrow was a pivotal element.

    Woodrow set down his cup of tea with a touch a brandy in it on the counter. His graying hair was uncombed. His face unshaven. Dark circles of sleeplessness colored his eyes. He doubted that was Dexter knocking at his door. So, who was it? Anne? He shuffled over to the door and pulled it open, briefly. Wondering if it was Cecil here to finish the job. "What?" He asked dully.

    With the cigarette on his mouth slowly emanating smoke ominously Edgar met the confused glance of Woodrow. He quickly drew a glimpse of what could be passing through his mind at this moment.

    “Yeah, is the police, either good or bad luck for you Mr. Thomas Woodrow” said with a lazy tone. He took the cigarette of and exhaled some smoke.

    "If you're a policeman, then where is your badge?" He asked suspiciously.

    “Here” said while hanging it to Woodrow.

    “Official and all that shit, but don’t worry I’m not here on police duty, is just that having the suit helps you bypass traffic’s lights, pretty useful sometimes.” Stated.

    He stood there for a while looking at the mess of the room through the door until he finally said.

    “So, you have an uninvited guest, will you let me in or do you prefer to talk outside. Also… I don’t plan to kill you or anything, stop staring at the gun will ya?”

    "Considering I was shot in my own home not long ago, I have a good reason to be wary." He sighed and opened the door further for him. "What do you want, Sir?"

    “Thanks” Said while entering and making himself comfortable at the sofa.

    “This place surely needs a female touch…”

    The man at least had the decency to throw away the cigarette before entering.

    “You’ll see Thomas Woodrow, I’m here to talk about business….” Said with a smile.

    “Shady? Yes, corrupt? Totally, Worth? As much as it can. It’s about the Mayor, you’ll see, I said this before to your friend and I feel I’m repeating myself but well. We at the police office have more than one reason to put you and Dexter behind the bars, however, police is not all loyal followers of justice as the media likes to put it, in fact, I’ve been keeping tabs so they don’t go after you. Why you ask? Simple, ‘cause as the mayor is a corrupt piece of shit we can’t do jack at him, in fact only a little few of us even know about him. So, how does this all connect? Simple, we leave people like you, who are troublesome but not a big deal free and then they naturally go into the trouble and deal with it while we maintain things in order behind the scenes.” Said the man and after that he took the liberty to take a sip of Woodrow’s coffee.

    “Do you understand?”

    Thomas glared at him. "You're blackmailing me to take care of Cecil in exchange for staying out of jail? That about right?"

    “Almost” said Edgar.

    “Even if you refuse I won’t put any effort with you, that’s not what police do, that’s what police should do.” Stated the man, in short, he was claiming that the police force was practically useless.

    "I'm not interested in killing a man for someone else's, especially a corrupt cops', agenda." Woodrow replied darkly, certain that Cecil was trying to trap him with this "cop".

    Edgar sighed.

    “That’s disappointing then. So, you’re retiring like your friend Dexter? Make a mess of things and then run away? Now, don’t put that face, I do the same most of the time. But, if someone were to cause harm to someone dear to me I would sell my soul to the devil to get revenge, I thought you at least would accept my help based on that.”

    "You can help me take care of Cecil?" Woodrow asked suspiciously.

    "Not directly of course, as I said, police is useless. I can give you anything you may need and some good men if you want though. All outside of the law of course, men of suspicious backgrounds and shady looking faces, of course, I'm controlling the dollars here, so they won't do jack shit to you or any dear person. Now, if you don't feel like taking them I can get you a few weapons if needed" Replied Edgar with a smile on his face.

    "I'm just willing to bypass the law to see that motherfucker down, and for that I need someone who already had trespassed the law, simple isn't it?"

    "Far from simple." Woodrow sighed. He rubbed his eyes, hardly believing that he was actually considering this. "I'll...i'll think about it." He finally replied.

    "That's good, for a moment I though you were going to run away just like your friend did" Said Edgar.

    "I still might." He replied, standing up and opening the door. "I'm not a murderer. If, there is another way to bring him down...I'd take that."

    "Like arresting him? Trust me, if we could we would had done it already, but he even put tabs on use to arrest that low scum of Shep." Stated and then took a notebook from his shirt's pocket. He wrote on it and then removed a page that he offered to Woodrow.

    "My number, in case you are willing to." Said and then stood up and head to the door.

    He was about to leave but stopped to add one more thing.

    "It may see that I'm trying to puppet you, and you may be right. But is just that I'm so fed up with all the shit in this town and the country in general. Scum walks freely doing the shit they want and police are forced to eat donuts and drink coffee while feigning ignorance. I didn't enlist to the force for this but I have no choice, I can't trust any random brute even if I hire it, I need someone with conviction. Forgive me beforehand, and remember, even if you refuse I won't do anything to you... Can't say the same for Cecil" Said with an apologetic and sincere expression.

    Then the man left waving his hand with a lazy motion, leaving Thomas with a difficult decision to make and not much time to make it in.
     

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