And I'm back with another story! This one came up during the middle of a D20 modern RPG session. It was a cops and robbers kind of thing, and I thought why not. I mean I rarely, if ever see a GTA fan fic that has a cop as the focus of the story. It's always thugs and gangsters, not that it is a bad thing don't get me wrong, I have the story Hollow Point as proof. But I hope you guys like this. If I get any locations mixed up or incorrect, please let me know.

Happy reading!

It was another day in the city of Los Santos. Traffic was as usual in the late morning; crowded with multiple cars, honking their horns, cussing, carrying on, or asleep in their cars giving up with waiting on the freeway. Aside from the severe traffic jam, nothing much was going on in the city.

Everything except for Covenant Avenue.

-Covenant Avenue-

-Davis, Los Santos-

-Partly cloudy-

-11:30am-

What started as a mere traffic stop and brief exchange of words, ended in a heavy gunfight. The LSPD and Original Covenant Ballas were shooting at each other for the past ten minutes, while two wounded patrol officer were in the middle of it all. Both patrol officers were bleeding and groaning in pain as bullets flew above them hitting cars.

One Balla who had on a purple Boars varsity jacket with gold trim, matching Boars fitted hat and black jeans with white Eris running shoes. He had gold fronts in his mouth, grinning like a madman as he raised up a Uzi and let off a barrage of rounds. He laughed as one of the cops felt seven bullets tear into his collarbone diagonally toward his heart. The cop slumped on the warm street, opened mouthed barely moving while two female patrol officers, one white, the other Mexican pulled the cop back into cover.

"This is so fucked up!" the Caucasian officer cried out. She was a busty build, with measurements of 36C-38-28. Her blonde hair was tied into a ponytail as she frantically searched for a pulse, but was scared that it might be too late to save him. Reaching for her walkie-talkie, she shouted, "Where is our back up?!"

The radio was static for a few seconds and a male voice could be heard. "We still have that accident on the freeway. Back up should arrive within twenty minutes."

"We don't have twenty goddamn minutes!" The Mexican police officer yelled as she let off several rounds from her Beretta M92F. She scored a hit, hitting one of the Ballas in their shoulder before he went into cover behind a bullet riddled taxi. She heard another officer cry out as that one was shot in both legs.

"Help me!" The Chinese police shouted as he struggled to grab the Ithaca Mag-10 shotgun he dropped. Groaning in pain he kept crawling till multiple bullets embedded in his back. His face was a mix of shock and agony as he died on the spot staring the two lady officers.

"Toss me the rover!" Her partner did so as she fumbled with it. When she was done, she cleared her throat and started to speak. "If any officer can hear this, we are in deep shit! Any officers around this area, please provide assistance right away! We have multiple wounded and…shit!" She was interrupted by a bullet nearly hitting her head. She went back to cover, breathing heavy from the adrenaline high. "Get over now! Now goddammit, now!"

"You think anyone heard?" the blonde wondered, as she reloaded her Sig Sauer P226.

"I hope so." Her partner replied, worried.

-Vanilla Unicorn-

-Strawberry, Los Santos-

-11:33am-

"Damn, baby keep going." The man groaned, leaning on a black Saber Turbo muscle car, as he started down at the honey blonde female giving him her oral services. The clean shaven man stood at 5'11 with jet black hair that was done in a dark Cesar. He had a pair of diamond stud earrings, with a set of emerald green eyes. He had on a black leather jacket, with a matching pair of tactical cargo pants, and steel toe boots. The only thing that didn't match was the chocolate brown t-shirt he had on.

The man closed his eyes, placing his hand on the back of her neck and pushing down a bit further, causing the stripper to deepthroat his cock. She hesitated for a moment before relaxing her throat and taking him all in. She looked up at him, moaning as she worked her mouth, causing the guy to sigh out loud.

The stripper pulled away from him and smiled as she stroked him off. "You want more baby?"

Opening his eyes, he looked down at her and smiled. "Hell yeah."

Smirking at his answer she stood up from in front of him and placed both hands on the hood of his car. Moaning she lifted up her miniskirt, revealing a shaved pussy already getting wet. "What you waiting for big boy?" she asked, taking two fingers and spreading it open for him sbowing how wetter she was getting. "Come get your money's worth."

"I plan to," The man said reaching into his pants for a condom. "And when I do, I'm gonna make sure you're-"

"Any officers around this area, please provide assistance right away!"

Shit! He thought as he stared at the police radio and what he had waiting for. She heard the radio and started to get upset at him. All the guy could do was shrug as he put the condom away and fix his pants. "Sorry Juliet. Gotta go to work."

Juliet's eyes narrowed. "You gotta be kidding me, I've been wanting this for the past two days and just as I'm about to get some, you gotta work?!"

"Sorry babe, things happen. I'll make it up to you…eventually." The guy said, smiling lightly.

Angry, she stood back up and fixed herself up as gave him the finger. "You can be a real asshole sometimes!"

"Uh-huh. And you need to clock back in before you lose your job."

With that, he slammed the door and responded to radio, while turning on the engine to his car. "Control, this is Detective Malcom Remington responding. Responding to assistance to Covenant Avenue. E.T.A. five minutes. Tell them the cavalry is coming."

Stomping his foot on the pedal, Malcom peeled off from the alleyway and onto the street, narrowly missing a ice cream truck. While he was driving he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out and saw who it was and rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Captain Susan Rossetti, what can I do for you on this fine morning?"

"Don't fuck with me Remington!" The captain screamed in her office. The forty-six year old police captain was of Italian descent with a stocky build, short black hair, brown eyes and a scowl on her face. She had on a brown pantsuit and a gold necklace with a topaz pendant.

"Aw, what's the matter cap? Didn't have your morning coffee?" Malcom asked snidely.

Susan ignored the smart ass remark as she drummed her fingers on her desk. "Look, I heard you were going to provide back up over on Covenant on the radio. I already have S.W.A.T. on the way. Turn around now." She ordered.

Jerking the steering wheel, he made a sharp turn, nearly hopping the curb. "Captain, they won't make it in time. I'm almost there."

Her migraine was starting to hurt even more as she searched the office for her pills. "Malcom, don't you do it! Let S.W.A.T handle this!"

"Can't hear you ma'am! I'm in a tunnel," Malcom lied as he parked the car over by a hardware store hearing multiple gunshots. "I'm getting a lot static cap, I'm losing you."

"Malcom? Do not engage! Do you hear-"

Hanging up the phone, he tossed it in the backseat. "Boring conversation anyway." He then, opened the glove compartment and grabbed his badge. He heard several people screaming for their lives as he popped the trunk, and got out the car.

When he got to the back of his car, he lift the trunk open. Inside were several types of weapons, mostly semi-automatic pistols, a few submachine guns, two shotguns and a assault rifle with a grenade launcher attached to it. There were also several clips of ammunition for the guns he had, including three Kevlar vest.

Ok…what to pick for today, Malcom thought, as he quickly took off his jacket and grabbed the double pistol shoulder holster that sat next to a bulletproof vest. Once he was done and threw on the vest, he put his jacket back on. He next grabbed two CZ-75 pistols and a few clips for them. He then reached for the M16A2 with the M203 grenade launcher and shook his head quickly.

"Too big," Malcom whispered to himself and grabbed the weapon next to it; an H&K UMP. He snatched up two clips of .45 hollow tipped rounds, including two Kevlar vest and slammed the trunk door shut. He jogged towards the gunfire, hoping he wasn't too late. He saw one of the officers point her gun at him for a moment then lowered it when she saw his badge clipped to his belt.

"Easy there!" Malcom yelled as he got into cover. "Ok, what is going on here Torres?" He asked looking at the name of the Mexican officers badge.

"Traffic stop, turned shootout," Torres said putting pressure on a shoulder wound she had. "We got OCB pinning us down, and on top of that shit, two patrolmen are out there in the middle of it."

"If this keeps up, they'll bleed to death!" The white female cop said as a hail of buckshot shattered a window, causing glass to fall at her head. "Fuck! They're dying man!"

Taking it all in, Malcom nodded. "Look, Torres, I want you to contact EMS right now, I want paramedics here double time. Fuck that, triple time. I'm gonna have a nice little chat with our purple wearing friends here." Malcom said putting a .45 clip into his UMP.

"Where's the rest of the backup?" The white officer asked.

"You're talking to him." Malcom smirked, cocking the submachine gun.

*Megadeth – Symphony of Destruction plays*

Grabbing the vests, Malcom eyed a 1992 purple Greenwood with a busted window on the drivers side. When he ran to the car, he unlocked the passenger side and placed a vest on both sides. Once he was done he got to the drivers seat and began to hot wire the car.

"Come on, start." Malcom uttered as he fumbled with the wires for a few seconds and heard the car's engine start. Smiling, he threw the car into reverse and backed the driver door into a street light, causing it to tear off.

"The fuck is he doing?" The white officer said staring at him in disbelief

Malcom threw the car into drive and sped off. He lowered himself down in the seat and poked his head out from the door as he saw several Ballas shoot at the car multiple times. Bullets tore at the windshield causing the glass to spider web and eventually shatter.

One Balla, who was light skinned and in his early twenties, wore a Los Santos Panic jersey, and cargo shorts with low top sneakers had a purple rag tied around his face, saw the car running down the street. He thought this was his moment to shine as he pointed his FMK-3 submachine gun and began shooting. The headlights were shot out, followed by one of the front tires and a side view mirror. The thug couldn't believe that it was still moving as he tried to dive put of the way, but was a second too late as the car slammed his ankle, breaking it and sending him flying and crash against the curb, head first.

"Fucking idiot," Malcom said to himself out loud, as he pulled a sharp turn. He parked the Greenwood behind the two wounded officers. The vests that covered the windows were taking a pounding as Malcom got out. "GO!" he yelled out as both officers ran full sprint. Bringing his UMP, he squeezed the trigger, taking out one Balla, as the .45 bullets tore into the guys abdomen and exiting out his back. The thug spun as blood flew out of his wounds and his mouth.

Both cops had no choice but to drag them back to cover due to both if them being heavy. Torres looked at Malcom who quickly dispatched another thug and smiled.

"Thanks!"

"Don't mention it! Now get them to safety!" Malcom yelled as he saw one OCB thug.

The guy was dark skinned and overweight, wearing a purple sweatshirt and black pants and high top sneakers. Four of his front teeth were gold caps and he had his nose pierced including both of his ears. He was huffing and puffing as he jogged slowly racking the slide to a Mossburg 500 shotgun.

"You look a little tight in those jeans fat boy!" Malcom yelled as he quickly aimed down the sights of his submachine gun and fired off two rounds into the gut of the big fella. Both bullets slammed into the gut but quickly saw that he had a vest on. "Since when did they make Kevlar vests in 6X large?!" he said, pissing the guy off.

"Nigga, fuck you!" the overweight gangster cried out, shaking off the pain due to the vest protecting him.

Knowing it would take time to reload, Malcom dropped the UMP, and quickly pulled out one of his CZ -75 pistols, but saw him aim a shotgun and dropped down quick. The twelve gauge slug missed him and hit the hood of the car instead.

"Fuck!" the thug yelled. "That's all right, I'll get ya with the next shot!"

Malcom quickly snuck around the car, pulling out his second pistol, he got up right behind him and pulled the triggers. One nine millimeter bullet went into the back of his leg, exiting out of his kneecap, while the other one bore a hole in his lower back. "You sure about that motherfucker?" he said snatching the twelve gauge from the guy as he cried out obscenities. His smile quickly faded as he saw two more unloading rounds at him. One bullet missed by a longshot while the other one nicked him in the thigh, causing the detective to wince in pain.

The one that nearly got him was shirtless, sporting a pair of running shorts, Eris sneakers, and a purple rag around his head. Holding a Colt King Cobra, he aimed and fired again, missing his target and instead hit the tire of the Greenwood. "Die slow, nigga!" he yelled firing off another shot.

It slammed into hood of the car once more as Malcom racked the shotgun and came out from cover. He pulled the trigger and went back, hearing the guy shrieking hysterically. He popped his head out and saw the guy on the ground rolling back and forth. It turned out that he was shot in the crotch. He saw the guy slowly raise up his revolver and pointed the shotgun at him only to hear a click. Tossing the weapon, he brought out his duel CZ -75 pistols and emptied a total of twelve rounds into the guy. The guy stopped moving as Malcom continued to advance. He spotted one trying to run off and pull the trigger three times to his Glock 20 handgun.

The bullets missed and instead hit a parked blue car, causing the thug to cuss and try to hop a fence, only to catch a bullet as it hit him in the buttocks. The thug fell back down, hitting his head on the sidewalk.

"And just where the hell do you think you're going?" Malcom said pointing both guns at him. He saw him reach for the Glock, only to reel back as Malcom fired close by the Balla's hand. "Next one will split your jaw open."

"Alright man! Chill!" The guy cried put as he saw the guy kick the gun away and sat him down, causing him to yell in pain.

"You're under arrest. You got the right to…well, I'm sure you hear this a lot, so stop me when you're ready."

*Song ends*

As he handcuff the thug, Malcom heard the sound of an ambulance van on its way followed by a Maverick police helicopter, as well as a news van rolling up to the block. It annoyed him that just as soon as a threat was calm down, that additional officers would show up. He had only lived in Los Santos for a solid two years after moving from Liberty City, and he was starting to wonder was it all worth it.

The white female police officer ran up to him and patted him on the back. "Hey, I want to thank you for what you did. That must've took a lot of guts."

Breaking out of his trance like state, he looked at the woman's badge and saw that her name was 'Hillman'. "Its nothing," he saw that she was shaking a bit and saw her looking away. "First time in a gunfight?" Still looking away, she nodded. He scoffed. "Relax, you're still alive, those two cops might not. In the end when the smoke clears and if you aren't drawing your last breath from it all, it means you live to see tomorrow. It's something we gotta go through. It's the life of a cop"

"How can you think like that? I mean two cops are in critical condition and you're so fucking calm from it all." Hillman said finally turning at him and pointing her finger at him.

"It's the choice we all make when we became cops." Malcom said staring down at her. "If you can't handle it? Quit. Shit, you look young. I'm sure Up N' Atom is hiring." With that, he turned and started to walk away from her. He grunted a bit due to wound he gotten earlier.

"Asshole!" Hillman shouted as she tried to fight back the tears in her eyes.

Malcom didn't have the time to console her let alone sugar coat what was to expect as a cop. He was thirty years old, and was a cop since the age of twenty. Ten years of seeing dead bodies, bullets flying, partners and even friends dying left and right was enough to turn him into the man he became now. Cold. Bitter. An asshole as Hillman put it nicely. He admitted to himself, he could be an asshole, but he was honest and didn't fake anything to put a smile on anyone's face.

He snatched up his UMP from the ground as he saw a news reporter and a camera crew run up to him. He didn't bother to answer any questions as he walked towards his car and tossed the weapon in the back and grabbed his phone. He saw that the captain called eight times followed by three voicemails.

"Shit," Malcom whispered to himself. As he started the car and began to drive away from the scene, he dialed the captian's number, and set the phone to speaker. The phone rung twice before he heard the sound of a pissed off Italian woman. "Listen, I-"

"SHUT UP! I told you not to engage didn't I!? DIDN'T I?!" Susan screamed.

"Let me explain-" Malcom said as he stopped at a red light.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! You can explain yourself in my office."

Not looking forward for what was in store, he sighed heavily. "I'll be there in an hour."

"You got ten minutes!" Susan shouted and hung up, by slamming the phone down hard.

"Great." Malcom said as he banged his fist on the car horn twice in frustration and started to make the drive towards the police station.

So there you have it! An introduction to one of the detectives. This one being the bad ass with the "I don't give a flying fuck attitude". Of course with him being defiant to the core, one questions how that happened. Well as the story progresses, we will see what made him the man he is.

The police captain, I had fun creating. She may come off as a cliché to some of you, with her anger and yelling, but that's the idea. I wanted this story to be like an late 80's early 90's action film. Action, gunfights, and the occasional titty here and there. I want to have fun with this story. Some parts may have some drama in it, some of it might have question the laws of physics in the actions that this happens. But you know what? I don't care. I'm gonna have fun with this. If you like it, that's cool, if not, that's cool too.

The shooting with the car as Malcom is driving it as placing the bullet proof vest over the windows on the opposite side and that bit where the badly wounded cops are in the middle of it, is from the beginning of Predator 2. I also thought of when Malcom goes in guns blazing with the song I chose, felt like this would intense the scene as you read it. I'm gonna start doing that for this when I feel like it's appropriate to use it. Be it music from an actual artist or from an anime like Black Lagoon, I'll just put it in.

Hope you guys liked it. Don't forget to review.

Have a great day :)