Conduct Unbecoming
Prologue
Everybody on the waterfront heard the explosion. A crowd was soon gathering to the scene of the wreckage. The FBI was on hand to identify the bodies of the victims.
"This is Alderman Hughes," the captain sighed. "Unlucky bastard just became mayor less than 24 hours ago. Now, his body is crisping."
After finding the remaining corpses of Mr Hughes' bodyguards, the captain had come across an interesting find. He called over his partner.
"This guy looks familiar, Jenkins," the captain said and Jenkins nodded in agreement.
"Judging by his purple threads, sir, I'd say he's 3rd Street," Jenkins acknowledged.
"Well this guy got lucky. His limbs are still intact."
"Do you want me to contact Troy?"
"No, that kid has a lot on his plate at the moment. His plan didn't exactly pull up results. It would seem as though most of the Saints biggest players have gone into hiding," and with that, the captain flicked his cigarette into the river.
The ambulance arrived and extracted the victims of the explosion to either the infirmary ward or the morgue. Only one person was taken to the recovery wing.
4 days later...
Troy understood his priorities when Jenkins rang him up and ordered him to come and visit the captain up the hospital. It would involve the recent killings of Munroe and Alderman Hughes. Julius had discussed betraying the new guy and killing Hughes with Troy earlier on in the week. After realising that the Saints would soon fall apart, he dropped his flags and ordered a SWAT team to invade the church. However, this crackdown was in vain because they were only able to find a couple of thugs with nothing better to do.
Troy attempted to grill the thugs for information but they were too stoned out of their minds to remember where Julius had gone. The most he learned was that the new guy was going to meet Alderman Hughes on his yacht that night. If Troy and his team hadn't been there at the church, he could've prevented Julius from detonating the bomb.
"I came here as fast as I could, sir," Troy panted when he reached the recovery ward.
"Good," the captain said. "I needed to speak to you in person. Do you recognize this man?" He pointed idly at the body lying on the bed next to them.
"It's hard to tell. His face is burnt up pretty bad."
"Well, Jenkins and I believe that this man is part of the 3rd Street Saints. You should know, after all, you were working undercover for such a long while."
"I hate to object to your theories, sir, but surely you do not believe I was getting fucking friendly with these guys."
"Don't raise your voice at me, Bradshaw."
An awkward silence filled the room. Troy would've given anything to have it broken, and his wish was granted. The nurse came rushing in with another gurney. Troy noticed that the person on the bed had an uncanny resemblance to Johnny Gat.
"What's this man in for?" the chief asked out of overwhelming curiosity.
"Multiple gun shots in a gang fight," the nurse responded.
Looks like the Saints are having trouble electing a new boss, Troy thought to himself. Before Johnny would recognize him and do something utterly stupid, Troy slipped out of the ward and outside for a quick smoke.