4th of July has always been eventful for the Midnight Crew.
Even before you became the top detective of the city, you always heard the stories, up to three weeks beforehand.
"Another chemical heist", "bottle rockets stolen"
That kind of stuff.
You always thought it was slightly disconcerting. And it spelled trouble. You weren't able to catch them last year, couln't trace them down. You didn't quite understand it either, the Crew didn't seem to be the most patriotic bunch. Maybe they were going to blow something up,
You can't be quite too sure.
Your name is CLUBS DEUCE and HOLY DAMN are you exited for Independance Day!
You can't wait to make your own fireworks! It took you years to finally convince the crew to let you do it. Last year wasn't so great, there was an accident and you accidentally set the hideout on fire when a bottle rocket fell over and exploded.
HB said he was gonna take you into a field this year so you don't make anymore "Mistakes"
You promised not so, but as they say, shit happens!
You and the Crew usually go on heists to steal chemicals for the fireworks weeks beforehand, so you have time to actually put together the fireworks and not accidentally kill anyone with loose gunpowder.
Like two years ago.
But we don't talk about that!
You are PROBLEM SLEUTH again, and it is the night of the 4th, dusk is just starting to fall, and you have no leads on where the damned Midnight Crew could be. With a sigh, you head to their hideout, with caution, Inspector and Dick at your sides. You are greeted by a slightly taller figure bumping into you, you bother fall over. "son of a-" The other male mumbles.
You'd reconize that voice anywhere. It's Spades Slick, and oh shit, he has the rest of the Crew with him.
You look at the shortest member, Deuce, and he's holding a suspicious-looking sack of something.
Standing up, you say in the coolest manner possible, "Whaddya got there, little bud?"
Deuce just grins, despite whaat you'd thought he would do. You expected maybe a nervous sweat, but no, the short man is grinning exitedly and innocently at you.
"Fireworks!" He chirped.
Dick grunted.
"Fireworks? Y'sure 'bout that?"
Deuce nodded exiedly "Yeah! Wanna go see me blow them up with us?"
Not much to your surprise, the Crew looked discomforted to the idea, but not as much so as you expected, and nobody straight out denied Team Sleuth from tagging along.
"Gladly." You say with a smirk.
"S-s-sleuth... i-is this, erm, the b-best of ideas?" Inspector whispered to you.
"Of course, you replied cooly, and left it at that.
Slick was the first on to break the silence that had been created. "Let's go, you fuckin' losers." He mumbled.
You casually walk with the crew, Pickle Inspector seems really nervous about the idea, but you couldn't careless. You need to see what these men are doing. Dick is just pouting, having to be around these guys without pulling a gun to Droog's head.
The walk took about fifteen minutes, and by the time that Slick said they reached their "destination", Boxcars was carrying Deuce, and you were all in an empty field, You and your team looked at each other with quirked eyebrows.
HB set Deuce down, and he jumped exitedly before setting his suspicious bag down, and pulling out a whole bunch of fireworks.
Barely any of them seemed store-bought.
"Sit down, you guys!" Deuce chirped.
"And stand back, maybe, one hundred yards away." Droog added.
Everyone that wasn't Deuce did as asked.
i gave up someone else continue this for me i cannot write goodbye
