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Piltover City
Caitlyn sighed for the millionth time as she signed off another document. She sat at her desk in the police station doing what most cops loathe with a passion. While most are off on their daily shift of patrol duty, she was here signing off documents for inspections, deliveries, etc. Thank god, she was off to patrol in a few minutes.
Her partner Vi wasn't here today due to being hospitalized by another encounter with Jinx so she was going solo on this one.
The Sheriff replaced each document in their respective bins before getting up to stretch and yawn. She always liked going on night shifts but they take their toll on her body after some time. She walked to the restroom to relieve herself and as she looked at the mirror while washing her hands, she looked at herself.
For 22 she wasn't looking that bad in her opinion. Fair skin and a fit body to boot. All those cardio exercises and boot camp shaped her up quite nicely. She pinched her stomach and was embarrassed to feel a bit of fat. She knew that she shouldn't have had those donuts during her lunch break. Flustered, she straightened out her skirt before leaving the bathroom and returning to her desk to pick up her hat.
She heard the door open behind her and sighed as she heard a voice from behind her.
"~whistle~" The voice said in a flirtatious tone, "Baby girl what are you doing here still by yourself?"
She turned around and saw the arrogant person walking towards her.
Fred Albert. Rookie officer and son of high-ranking official, Frank Albert. Having the money and connections, he transferred into her division after seeing her one time as she went on patrol. Apparently, in his words, she was "the most beautiful girl in the world" and that he would do anything for her.
More like he would do anything to get into her pants before leaving her behind. Too many guys have tried their luck but have given up due to being constantly ignored or having a gun pointed to their forehead.
Sadly, for her, couldn't exactly do it to Fred if she wanted to keep her job. Her chief warned her, knowing her reactions towards advances, said that if anything were to happen to Fred. His father would have the both the chief's and Caitlyn's badges on the table.
Fred himself had a quarterback's build and while she did like well-built men. The man's ego and arrogance made her almost puke. His blond hair was shiny with presumably gel and it looked like he had his hairlines done. He had on the standard officer uniform unbuttoned at the top slightly with a badge and belt showing, easily signifying that he is a police officer. However, the expensive jewels that adorned his hands said something else about his social status and power.
"Officer Albert I've told you this many times before. You are not allowed to enter my office after hours." She said while crossing her arms over chest and gave him a pointed glare.
"Aww Cat don't be like that. You know you love seeing me here before your night shift." He said while walking up close to her and placed a hand on her hips while sneaking looks towards her generous chest, "Now, what do you take a break just for tonight and come over at my place for some "fun"?"
Fred tried to lean in closer and sniff her hair behind her ear but Caitlyn roughly shoved him away in response with a cold glare while placing her hands on her hips.
"Please leave my office. I'm late for my patrol." She said while pointing towards the door with a finger, her cold glare never leaving Fred.
Fred didn't budge at first before shrugging and swaggered his way out of her office after giving her a wink.
She shivered but shrugged it off before closing down the station and walked to her squad hover car. She looked up to see the bright moon providing a calm and illuminating light upon the busy city of Piltover. Even during the night businesses are booming and it's her job to make sure it stays that way. She revved up her car before turning onto the main road and going on her typical patrol route.
Fred appeared from behind a tree while holding a beeping device in his hands that showed a red dot on a map. The dot just happened to be on the same street that Caitlyn's patrol hover car was on.
The rookie cop smiled wickedly before pulling out his phone and speed dialed a number while keeping his gaze on Caitlyn's hover car. The phone rang a few times until the recipient finally picked up the phone and a young voice answered, "Hello?"
"Yes patch me through to your boss and tell him that it's Albert." Fred said while sticking a hand in pocket.
A few shuffling noises could be heard as the phone was passed around until a much gruffer voice talked, "Yes?"
"The mission is a go." Fred said while watching Caitlyn's patrol car slowly make a turn, "You know what to do."
3 Hours later
Caitlyn yawned herself as she rounded another corner. She could really use a coffee right now. She decided to visit a cafe after a couple of more miles.
She was driving through a quiet apartment complex when she saw a scuffle happening between some men. She sighed, as this was a rare but frequent occurrence around Piltover. Some people would get into a small fight, take it outside, and it could sometimes escalate to where police would need to intervene.
Caitlyn pulled over at the curb and exited her car with her rifle in tow. She walked towards the group with her heels clicking on the hard cement and cleared her throat to catch their attention.
"Okay, okay, break it u-"
Suddenly, the Sheriff felt a searing pain in the back of her head and then the world went black. She fell face first onto the sidewalk with her gun making a louder impact sound than her body hitting the ground.
The man behind her pulled off his hood and chuckled as he was known as the boss of one of the most infamous gangs in Piltover, the Hex-Razers. He was in his late prime with expensive clothing brands and gold ear piercings along with other things. The Boss stuck a lit cigar in his mouth as he looked at the fallen cop and took a puff.
He really didn't think this was the best cop that Piltover had to offer. The trick that she fell for was one of the oldest tricks in the book. Fake a fight, lure in the cop, and take them out. Simple trick that everyone would eventually fall for. Today just happened to be his lucky day.
"Boss. We got her so now what do we do?" Asked one of the guys that was staging the fight.
"Put her in the van and let's go to the meet up and get paid." The Boss ordered with a nod.
"Ooh, boss. Can we have a taste of the product before we deliver?" Another man asked while eyeing the body lustfully. No one could blame him really. A woman cop that's unconscious with an outfit that basically screams look at me. Like, you would have to be gay to say that it isn't sexy.
A boot met the man's face as he stumbled back onto the paved pavement and landed on his rear painfully. He got up and was about to retort but froze when a pistol barrel was put between his eyes.
"Now listen here. I was promised good money for the cop UNTOUCHED." He said while looking around at all his goons.
"If I see even a hair off this pretty girl's face, EVERYONE PAYS! " Everyone shuddered at the last part. The older ones that have been in the gang longer knows what happens if they make the Boss mad or disobey him. Let's just say that the last guy that didn't follow orders had to be sent back to his family in a trash bag. It was not pleasant for either the victim or his family.
"We all understand right nice and clear?"
He just heard muttered "Yes's" and "Clear's" before holstering his gun and motioning towards Caitlyn for some of the goons to pick her up. A hovercraft van pulled up to the side of the curb with a whir as the air from the engines blew away small pieces of debris and the goons carried the knocked out sheriff to the opened door.
'Boss what do we do with her gun?" One of the goons asked while picking up the large rifle. The goons all tried to call dibs but stopped quickly by a look from the Boss.
"Hmm."
Boss took the rifle and did a quick run through of the rather advanced rifle. From a distance and to the average person, the gun could easily be mistaken for a standard rifle. But with his experience with cops and dealings with weapon traders, he could easily tell that the rifle isn't as ordinary as you would think. Minor, but advanced, changes made the gun to execute the enemies of the officer. Self-loading and reloading magazine made the rifle very efficient and made extended fights in her favor. Advanced Hextech scopes ensured precision from even several miles. He examined the frame and noticed despite the amount of tech on it that it was surprisingly light. He popped out a round from the magazine and held it up to the moonlight. He found laser sight guided sensors, grooves around the bullet for better accuracy, and the bullet tip made with a variety of metals to insure that no armor could stop it.
He looked over it before tossing it into the front seat and climbing in behind it. He decided to keep it and hang it up on his wall to show that he, the boss of Hex-Razers, defeated the best cop of Piltover.
The rest of the goons hopped into their own hover cars as they followed in wake of the white van. In their departure, a lone police top hat lay in the dust, completely exposed to the elements. With it's wearer gone and no one around, it had no purpose.
A lone shadow slowly appeared before it and retrieved the hat before looking at the group of hover cars speeding away. The figure looked back down at the hat before carefully placed it into a satchel by their side and followed the vehicles on their motorcycle.
Abandoned warehouse
Two groups gathered around a still knocked out sheriff bounded by duct tape on her legs, feet, and mouth. The first group was easily distinguishable as the gang that captured Caitlyn, with their gangster like clothes and large numbers.
However, the second group was three guys in black pinstripe suits and earpiece with one of them holding a briefcase and more standing behind the first group spreaded out.
"Why is she knocked out?" The man in the middle asked as he gave Caitlyn a visual examination when she was brought before him.
"Only way we could get her to come quietly. " The Boss said in a factual voice. He always wanted to do his dealings nice and fast to avoid any trouble for him and his gang, "Now are you gonna give us the money that we agreed on or what?"
The suit in the middle stayed silent as he looked at the unconscious Caitlyn while the other suited men looked at the gang with their hands behind their back unflinchingly.
The Boss rested a hand on his pistol while repeatedly tapping the grip, ready to fire on his business partners if necessary. The other members also had their hands on their respective weapons but didn't raise anything as ordered but the tension was high between the two groups.
The suit in the middle finally nodded in satisfaction, visibly relaxing both groups, before grabbing the suitcase from his colleague and opened it to reveal a large amount of gold bars.
"Twelve gold bars as agreed on the job. I am sure that this enough for both the job and to keep everything that happened here under wraps. " The man looked at the Boss expectantly with the gangsters reflection appearing on the clean sunglasses, "Am I right?
"Yes you are." The Boss replied before taking the large sum of gold and motioned towards his gang to return to their crafts. He and his men left the warehouse with a generous amount of gold with no trouble to themselves.
The suited men looked over Caitlyn longingly before shaking their heads to remind themselves that their boss would kill them if she was not perfect when he received her, other than the bruise she might have on her head. He motioned to his man on the right to pick her up before ordering the group that they were leaving.
They walked to the hovercraft that was waiting for them outside the warehouse behind some old pallets to conceal it with several of the men patrolling. They were about to open the door before they heard a low whirring sound from the distance that was coming closer by the second.
A static voice rang from the leader's earpiece as he brought a hand up and answered, "What is it?"
"Ugh, my shoulder." The static voice said painfully over the transmission, "There's someone driving towards the warehouse and he's armed!"
One of the men pointed toward the sound's general direction to find a black motorbike heading towards them at high speeds.
"Defensive positions!" The leader ordered as the men around him retrieved weapons from the other hovercars that were placed there just in case things went south with the Hex-Razers , "Just like we drilled boys! Protect the package!"
The men in suits rushed to take cover behind anything that they could find before taking aim at the rider.
"Whoever you are stand down and come towards us with your hands up by the order of the government of Piltover!" The leader lied through a megaphone hat was given to him by one of his men, "If you do not then we will be forced to fire!"
The man driving in the motorcycle sped up with their palm pointing right at him and his group.
The leader bit his lip and hesitated for a second before pointing towards the motorcycle rider, "Weapons free with silencers! Drop him now!"
Countless pew-pews filled the air as a bullet was discharged from a silencer in rapid succession. The bullets formed almost an impenetrable lead wall that would've shredded the motorist.
But it didn't.
The bullets, within making just a few feet from hitting the motorist, curved in a different direction immediately before hitting a different target or location completely. It was as if there was like an invisible shield in front of the motorist blocking everything.
"It's not working leader!" One of the men shouted while reloading his pistol, "Nothing's getting through!"
A large engine revving caught his attention as he looked up to see the motorcycle fly past his head as the world slowed down for him. The sleek black vehicle was ridden by a man dressed in navy blue pants while wearing a large pullover with a satchel bag on a hook attached to the motorcycle. Men all around him started to raise their weapons up at the mysterious man before aiming and were about to fire until.
"Ki Form: Inner Flare!"
A bright light shined from the man's body as the chant was spoken and temporarily blinded everyone that was looking at him.
The leader turned away with his arm covering his eyes to shield it from the bright light. He heard sounds of grunts, battle cries, and loud thuds out of the corner of his ear while trying to rub away the effect of such a bright burst of light.
He finally opened his eyes to see the man fighting off his entire team with half of them already on the ground. Dead or alive he didn't know but he was more worried about the man in the jacket taking out every one of his men.
He was wielding a two swords while using his other limbs to attack as well. Striking with the power of a tiger, breaking past enemy guards and weapons in a single strike. However, moving with fluidity of water, smoothly weaving in and out of gun barrels and baton strikes, nothing seemed to hit the man.
The man that had Caitlyn set her against the hovercar before grabbing a nearby rusted pipe and charged at the motorist.
He swung downwards at the motorist's head with all of his might, hoping that it hit before looking back up and his blood ran cold.
The pipe that he had swung was cut cleanly at the top by the man in front of him as he gulped and swung desperately again.
The pole was shortened all the way to his hand as the 6-foot pole was reduced to a measly one foot sorry excuse of a piece of metal when compared to its original.
The man gulped while looking at the masked man in terror. The masked man made no attempt to come at him as he slowly backed up before quickly turning around and took off. However, he ran right into a power pole that was placed conveniently there before it knocked him unconscious.
The leader just sweat dropped at the scene of what was supposed to be a professional bodyguard. He grabbed his mobile phone from his pocket and was about to dial a number before something cleared it out of his hand and hit the ground.
He looked down to see an obsidian black knife sticking out of the device before looking up to see the man with his hand outstretched towards him.
The leader blinked once and the man was gone. He blinked again and he met face to face with the stranger.
He vaguely saw the person who managed to take out a dozen of his men who were armed to the teeth for an all out shoot out. All he remembered was a pair of brown eyes staring at him before a sudden pain erupted on his chest and he he fell unconscious.
Caitlyn roused from her sleep while feeling a dull throb in the back of her head. She opened her eyes to see a man in a jacket slowly walking towards her with a sword in each hand. Her eyes widened before she tried to reach for her rifle but couldn't move as she realized that her feet and hand were bound tight.
She couldn't do anything but squirm and moan in agony as the impact from earlier left its after-effects. Caitlyn felt her eyes water from both the pain and the reality that this was her moment as she closed her eyes. She didn't want to die now. She looked back at all the times she shared with her friends and family as her executioner walked straight for her. Caitlyn heard the asphalt in front of her shift before waiting for her eventual death.
The sound of a blade swinging through the air as Caitlyn thought that her time was up.
However, it doesn't come. She opened her eyes to feel the restraints on her hand and feet were expertly cut away and a hand slowly peeled away the tape on her mouth.
A pair of gloved hands wipe the tears off her already wet cheeks. The once hardened sheriff looked at the man with a gaping mouth before clenching her teeth from the massive headache.
She felt a pair of arms wrapped around her as she rose into a princess hold. Caitlyn tried to push off but with no energy in her and a massive headache she just looked at her captor with a pained expression as she felt him carry her.
The Sheriff felt her rear on a leather seat as the mysterious man must've put her on a motorcycle as she felt the air rushing onto past her body and whipping her hair in a ridiculous style.
All Caitlyn was able to decipher from her view was a pair of brown eyes and a black cloth mask that conjured a shroud of mystery that she wanted to solve.
Caitlyn tried to reach up to pull off the mask but her hand fell down, slowly falling asleep to the whirr of traffic and motorcycle engine. She silently hoped that she would end up in a comfortable bed without a headache and that it was all a dream.
Well Caitlyn was partially right.
A/N: That is that guys so stay tuned for the next chapter to find out what happens to our favorite sheriff. Please favorite, follow, and review because they would really help me out and increase the amount of times that I update. In addition, if you have any advice for me just PM me.
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Second, I feel like the first chapter that starts off this story was poorly done so I decided to take the time to redo it a little. I might even consider redoing the second chapter to add to the more mysterious OC look. What do you guys think?
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