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Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! The sound of the alarm clock was piercing Zombie Cop's ears. Zombie Cop groaned. Who was he kidding? The alarm clock was too loud. It wasn't even the proper one. Zombie Cop quickly switched it off.

After a quick shower, Zombie Cop put on his white uniform, checked it over, then took his time about getting into it. Zombies were a lot of things, but not usually punctual. Not that he would ever acknowledge that. That's just silly. Although, he couldn't speak anyways. He was a full blown zombie, for Christ's sake. Zombies were always late. It was a very well known and well established fact. Zombies just weren't early. Oh, except for him, that is. Zombies never showed up on time, but... Well, he didn't count.

He headed downstairs, Zombie Cop's apartment being located in the middle of a very fancy suburban home provided to him by the government. Zombie Cop was always the go-to-guy when things didn't just go to plan, but when things went extremely wrong. Zombies were quite a handful, but they did have their uses. His living room was plain, as were most of the rooms. A few paintings and statues decorated his living room. There was a couch, a few tables, and an alarm clock. Nothing too fancy, but it was enough to do it

He grabbed his keys, and let himself out. He looked back as he was driving away, as if he wasn't satisfied with his home. It wasn't that he didn't like it, it was just that he wasn't done yet. And with zombies, that could take a while.

He got into his car and started it up. He was going to his job. The radio was turned to the local radio station. Zombie Cop loved local radio. It gave him a window into the world around him. It gave him a momentary distraction from himself. A distraction was a good thing. But, it was the local radio that distracted him the most. It reminded him of when he was human and he listened to Vanilla Ice and NSYNC. It reminded him of what his life used to be. He was a writer when he was human. Now, he was a zombie. The government used every single weapon in their arsenal, and nothing could hurt him. Not even a scratch. You can't harm that which is dead, only run away from it. Zombie Cop's job was just one of many jobs he performed for the government. Zombie Cop served for the government agency 'Federation For A Better Future.' Zombie Cop's city was a rather small town in the middle of the Midwest, and he was the police chief. He served the community with the intent that the community would be able to survive in case of the eventual apocalypse either caused by a revolution of the people or demons. Zombie Cop's job was to protect his community.

Zombie Cop parked his car. He entered the police station he was assigned to. He walked through the door, nodding at the two cops in the lobby. They returned the nod with a "good morning." It was a nice gesture, but Zombie Cop didn't return it. He didn't understand the niceties of humans and zombies. In fact, when he died he lost his understanding of feelings. He just wanted to get to work.

He entered his office and sat down at his desk. He flipped on his computer. He needed to complete the latest request from his superiors. The request was an unusual request, to say the least.

"Hello, Zombie Cop. As we know and you know, the 'Federation For A Better Future' has always been about law and order. However, today, we ask to truly embrace your title as a "Zombie Cop." Recently, it's come to light that the Molotov crime family has lost its grip over the black market and generally all crime in general. You might be saying to yourself, "Why should we care?" The thing is - Without the Molotov family in control of criminal enterprises like the black market, the most brutal drug war is upon us. 6 potential cartel leaders, Candy Kink, Onii-San, The Baltimore Butcher, Kurtis Kick-ass, Don-Macho, and... Lucas Lumen. Each of them is vying for a spot at the top. Those six are your prime enemies. If any of them were to gain control of the black market, the whole world would pay the price. What we need you to do is transport the heir, Aleksei Molotov, successfully to his Father in Las Vegas, Nevada. We're sending his coordinates now. One thing though: Aleksei hates his face, so much so he refuses to take off his mask. Oh right, he also wears a duck mask. He gave himself the code-name 'Ugly Duckling.' …Anyway, have a nice day."

Zombie Cop sat there after listening to the message. He was just tasked to protect and escort a high ranking criminal. As the police chief, his instincts were to tell him this was some kind of a plot. However, for some reason, it was almost as if the plot demanded he accept the mission. Finally, he agreed. After all, it would be wrong to say no anyways.

SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD - LUCAS LUMEN'S BASE

"You might be surprised to learn that I'm not a coffee lover, not by any means. The only morning beverage I consume is a glass of red wine. But with summer upon us, many of us can no longer escape the onslaught of coffee mugs and Twitter users. Truly pests upon this world. Wouldn't you agree?" Lucas swirled his wine glass, nearly spilling it on himself.

"Um… What does this have to do with you calling me here?" Candy Kink asked.

"Oh, Candy Kink…" Lucas chuckled, smirking like the most arrogant asshole ever, "It has everything to do with why I called you here."

"What's that?" Candy Kink cocked her head to the side.

"This." Lucas pushed a warm cup of coffee towards Candy Kink, seemingly trying to not come off as a sociopath. "Just because I have a difference of opinion doesn't mean it should interfere with your preference, and through that eventually becomes trust. Coffee? Not for me, of course."

"I have to admit, you are pretty funny…" Candy Kink smiled vaguely.

"I know." Lucas was one cocky motherfucker, but he knew he was no god, "You see, Candy Kink, I have a plan for you and me." Lucas drank from his wine glass.

"And that is?" Candy Kink was positive this wasn't a booty-call, but it didn't feel like it was going to end well.

"You see, my dear Candy Kink," Lucas reached for Candy Kink's left hand and kissed it, "You have one thing no man can replicate fully, and that is a woman's natural beauty." Candy Kink was naturally beautiful, her tanned skin only added to that, and her dyed green hair added some extra flair.

"What do you want, Lumen?"

"I want to kill. I want to conquer. But I need someone who can infiltrate another's base without suspicion." Lucas calmly stated, "And unfortunately, everyone suspects a necromancing vampire."

"Are you proposing an alli—!" Candy Kink suddenly collapsed to the floor, shaking and contorting violently.

"No," Lucas picked up Candy Kink's coffee, "I'm proposing employment."

SOMEWHERE - ZOMBIE COP

Zombie Cop drove out to a remote location, even though he was a zombie; he was still human, at least he felt he was. What to do? What to do? He knew it was his duty to complete the mission, but how to do it? One thing is for certain, and that's someone known as 'Ugly-Duckling'.

After taking a deep breath, Zombie Cop adjusted his pitch black tie to be perfectly erect. He was the police chief after all, he had to show that some cops weren't bastards.

Unfortunately, though, since he was a zombie - That meant he could not speak, however he could groan, which would make it difficult to communicate with Aleksei. What was he like? He gave himself the name of Ugly-Duckling, so clearly he's one for theatrics.

Well, it isn't his job to mope around; it's his job to protect people, and right now he isn't, so he cleared his mind, and drove back to the station. The drive was calming - The slight rumbling of the car combined with the music silently playing from the radio made the mission ahead seem peaceful. But where to find Aleksei? The message only mentioned bringing him to Las Vegas, Nevada, but not where to find him; which meant Zombie Cop would have to do some good ole' fashioned detective work.

The more he thought about it, the more he noticed that Las Vegas was the most expensive place he'd ever been assigned to, with all the great casino action that was happening; Aleksei was certainly rich and able to afford it. What about shopping? Again, another place where you couldn't afford anything. That meant he had to find a place which was cheap. He remembered some cheap shops were in the strip-like area of the city he lived in, so perhaps he should look there? Another option was that he could simply look up his address in the police database and go from there. That's probably the better idea for now.