14 Interlude - No Mo Thuggin'

Weekends are great - Especially when you can spend them with family. But while the kiddies sleep, we had to get rid of the annoying bones in my inventory.

Now for mine and Abby's dearly departed meatbags, they may have felt differently if they were alive. But alas, they are not. So haha to them.

I wasn't sure how I wanted to do this but thankfully Abby is "experienced" in this. I think she's lieing. She was, after all, only with one person before me. A god who killed other gods and celestials and left their rotting corp. . . okay, so she might have some idea how to do this.

We went in search of one of Kingpin's paid cops. Was a bit of a hassle, but honestly if you just look for crime and follow a cop car, you will eventually find a crooked cop. I do have to say it is very sad how obvious they can be. How in the world they managed to survive this long is a surprise. But we are humans. Greedy bastards we are.

Now comes the interesting part, we are not using the criminal who is dealing with stolen goods. Oh no, we are dealing with the cop. May as well start rustling up the city and what better way than to scare both the crooked officers, as well as the crooks.

We found the cop we wanted. I told Abby I wanted to find out where he lived so we could use his own home as the place to find him and the bones. She put up a good argument. .

Well, more of a scoff, a begrudging nod, and a relucting attitude that basically meant whatever. Hey, she's letting me help and thats what counts.

On our second night of the weekend we went on a search for our new favorite crooked officer.

Oh Johnny, come out come out, wherever you are. There you are!

Fwoosh!

We shadow-napped him. I thought it was funny to watch him fall backwards. He actually tried the good ol' method of grabbing whatever wall and pray you latched onto something. Obviously it did not work. Thus I laughed. Good times.

Officer Johnny: "What's going on?! Where am I ?!"

Me: "Why Johnny boy, we are home. Nice place. Lots of money stashed around, few dirty magazines, why there are even a few needles. Though I doubt you are a diabetic, am I right Johnny?"

John John: "What the fuck you asshole. Let me go! You can't do this to me. I'm an officer-"

Me: "Who does a little dirty work on the side. Oh we know. We watched you. Very small stuff really but hey, you were the lucky winner! Yay!~"

Oh Johnny: "Who the hell is we, scumbag."

Abby: "Oh that'd be me darling"

Now trust me when I say I'd take a picture and gladly save it on our mantle. But the horrifying eldritch form she took on was just wrong in every sense of the word. Hell, It'd probably melt the camera.

Wow - he passed out from her scaring him. Now that is a solid bang up job if you ask me. I even tried to high-give her, but she ignored me. . I think she didn't know the gesture. Or she ignored me. . Sigh, probably was the latter.

So we placed him on a throne of bones with the transmitter safely placed in his hands. Really, a freaking throne. I wanted to make him a crown but she said we didn't have enough finger bones. I was saddened.

Though I do have to say this, I never touched a single bone because I was trying not to throw up. Don't get me wrong, I can have some sick ideas. But doing them is just not for me. Thus we have Abby. All hail Abby!

Now waiting may not be my most favorite part, but I was being distracted by certain events. It was an enjoyable neck massage. Oh here they come! Hue Hue Hue, we may have dialed the police there was an emergency in good ol' john john's apartment. Funny enough, even if you have your information on record at the precint, they still take forever to get to you. Equal opportunities indeed.

So when ne'r do wells and cops all show up in the same place for the same apartment for the same guy, what happens? Well nothing really. Nobody is doing anything wrong, so just get your shit and get out kind of attitude. That really was quite a mature thing to do. I salute you guys.

Now to be the shadow on the wall. Screw flies. I hate flies. Especially fruit flies.

It was funny as all hell when they all convened at Johnny's place. One officer and one crook looked at each other, looked at the door, looked back at each other. They honestly had a silent conversation. So they both knocked. Of course no one could answer, pfft.

Next course of operation would be to knock the door down. They freaking did it together! What the heck is wrong with this place!

Everyone crowded in, so I hop a ride on one of the guys to see their reaction.

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Now that was the reaction I was hoping for. Did Abby leave some meat on the bones? Yes, it's like chicken legs to her. So a little bit is always left. And now with Johnny passed out on the bones, probably soiled too, it did not make for a pretty smell in the place. Or sight. But hey, I'm messed up in the head and Abby really is extraordinarily messed up.

Few of the guys at the front all pushed and shoved their way out of the apartment to run for fresh air. Only three cops and a one thug were left standing there.

Our officers radio'd in. Our lone thug grabbed the transmitter.

They even let the thug leave, so we got to follow him. Oh joy! All the other thug wanna be's left with the cars so he had to stumble-run all the way back. Poor guy.

He never stopped running. Holy cow dude. It's been like 2 hours. How much cardio do you do? I'm jealous, I never could do that in my last life. Good news is he finally made it to the guy who reports to Fisk. After relaying the scene he begged to leave. He didn't want to do this anymore if they are going to killed like that. Oh guy, you don't just get killed, you get eaten!

Our main thug was just leaving when bam! Headshot! Oh. . damn. . Guess he won't be thuggin no more. Don't worry, we will not bother your body. You did deliver the message after all. Wait? There is no note on the transmitter? Where the hell did it go?

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. Back to our Officers

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Pick a cop, any cop, it don't matter. . . Officer Parks! Yay Parks! Just found a note! What does it read? You'll find out another time. All we do know is he is sharing it with other officers and the precinct like a STD in a frat party.