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-1:00 AM, Brooklyn, New York City, POV: 1st Person-

Same old shift, same old days and nights, in the same old trusty squad car in the streets of good old New York City, Yep… the city that never sleeps. All right. It was a usual case of patrol duty that we were assigned to respond in the streets of Brooklyn…

"Hey Taylor, you okay?" Eddie, my partner-in-crime, asked.

"Christ, I need another drink." I grunted, complaining about how exhausted I am.

"I had nine cans of Red Bull before starting this shift. It's amazing how I'm still kicking." Eddie snickered.

"I need another Americano, pronto." I groaned.

"You've had like twelve!" Eddie exclaimed as he bopped my head. What? I'm a goddamn caffeine junkie!

"One more, man! Just one more cup!" I said.

My partner muttered as he kept his hands behind the wheel. "Coffee addict… Y'know It's amazing, despite the lack of sleep, you still kept on looking good. At a young age too. Tell me, you always have a lot of girls in your bed every night?" He asked.

"I'm no Casanova, man. I don't do that stuff." I answered.

"Pfft. Yeah, right." Eddie scoffed. I gave him the middle finger.

"Screw you, Eddie. Scoff all ya want, I don't swing that way." I said.

"Hey, I gotta ask. What goes on with your love life?" He asked.

I hated telling these kind of things. Well… He's my best friend and besides being the jackass he is, He's not the kind that will stab you in the back. We were at the same age when we graduated from the academy.

"Not even finding my first love yet."

"What? No! An honest guy like you?! No first love?! Impossible! You're a nice guy, who have some principles, you have a steady Job here in the Police! How come there's not even a single lady that has interest in you?!" He exclaimed.

"Don't know… Don't even care. Even if I had that first love, I told you one of my principles." I said.

"Yeah, yeah. Loyal to one girl. I'm surprised Chivalry isn't dead, but you? Not surprised at all." Eddie sighed.

"I'm gonna even be more surprised if I'm the only guy that has Chivalry written all over." I muttered.

We chuckled after I gave that. We became silent for half an hour during our patrol.

"Hey Eddie. I got a Fifty here… That we'll put up with a shoot-out in the rest of the shift. Just one Shoot-out." I said, pulling out a couple of dollar bills.

"Again with the bets?" Eddie groaned.

"Wussing out? Not only fifty bucks, loser buys lunch for a week." I added. I rarely had this tendency to bet. Funny, I never gamble.

Eddie looked really convinced. "You're on, Miles. We've got seven hours left on our shift. You better save up some money for the week." He dared.

"I would say it to you otherwise." I scoffed.

"Pfft. Jackass."

"Yeah, Bite me."


-4:00 AM, Brooklyn, New York City-

We stopped near an apartment complex for almost an hour. I grabbed a couple cups of coffee, and a couple slices of pizza down to the nearest shop. Two slices for a Buck-Ninety nine. Who knew.

I rode shotgun again to see my partner snoring like hell.

"Wake up, you deadbeat." I tapped on his arm. The last thing I want to do to Eddie was to slap the sleep out of him. He kept snoring.

"Eddie? Hey! Earth to Jackass!" I yelled as try to shook him awake. He was asleep, all right.

"All right, you asked for it."

*WHACK*

"Ow! I'm up! I'm up!" Eddie yelled as he was rudely awakened. A red handprint was forming on his cheek.

"Man, screw you for slapping me in the face!" He exclaimed as he gave me a jab to my right arm.

"You're lucky I didn't use the Taser! Otherwise you'd be pissing yourself while shaking like hell!" I yelled back as I bopped him in the head.

"Still, screw you for slapping my damn face." Eddie muttered.

"Get your ass out of the driver's seat. I'm driving." I said as I opened the car door and approached the other side of the car.

Eddie shrugged. "Fine. What time is it?"

"Four in the morning." I answered as I checked my watch.

"God, I need a bite." Eddie muttered. I placed the paper bag that held the two slices of pizza on the dashboard, and gave the other cup of coffee to Eddie.

"Latte and A slice of Pepperoni? Not bad, Taylor." Eddie said as he savored the scent of the two.

"I just had the feeling I'm gonna lose. Might as well get a head start." I said, having the feeling of defeat.

"Dude, Our shift doesn't end for another four hours. Besides, I need an early breakfast." Eddie said. "By the way, you're gonna have a heart attack from having your thirteenth coffee." He warned.

"So says the guy who chugged nine cans of Red Bull." I reminded.

"Four more hours, Taylor. We'll see who treats lunch." Eddie said before we enjoyed our meager breakfast. As time burns slowly, so did my chance of winning the bet… or so I thought… Dispatch called in a few minutes later.

"All nearby units, we have a 10-10 northeast of Brooklyn. I repeat, we have a 10-10 northeast of Brooklyn district."

"10-4, Dispatch, we're on our way." I reported.

"Damn it!" Eddie groaned.

"Haha, YES! FIFTY BUCKS AND A WEEK'S WORTH OF FREE LUNCH!" I cheered while Eddie groaned in defeat.

"That's coming out of my allowance." He sighed.

"YEE-HA! LET'S RIDE!" I yelled as I floored the car to the crime scene.


-4:15 AM, Northeast Brooklyn-

I stopped a few meters off the scene where Dispatch reported. We got out of the car. It was awfully quiet. Too quiet.

"Something ain't right about this, Eddie. Ready your gun." I whispered. He pulled out a Glock 19 while I pulled out my trusty SIG P226. We approached the alleyway.

"Taylor, body. Few meters." Eddie said as he spotted a wounded man sitting. We dashed to the man. He wore a blue suit over a white button-up. He had tattoos.

"Yakuza. And a messed-up one too." I said. I tried to get his attention. "Hey! What the hell happened?" I asked.

"Triads… They were all over the place… got a bone to pick with each other." He muttered before coughing up blood.

"Hey… Hey! Where are they?!" I asked, but he's already gone. The last thing I did was to close his eyes.

"He ain't packing where he's going." Eddie said. We were alarmed as we heard gunshots not far from here. I reported to HQ…

"Dispatch, requesting a 10-45, Four sergeants, Twenty officers. And Confirming that 10-10, Make it a 10-39, Shootout on northeast of Brooklyn, Shots fired. I repeat. Shots fired on Northeast of Brooklyn."

"10-4, Miles. Alerting all nearby units now."

We readied our guns as we rushed to the scene, only to meet up, guns pointed at a few armed triads and yakuzas. They were armed with SMGs and Assault rifles.

"NYPD! Hands in the Air!"

We were answered by gunfire. I guess there's no other choice to reason with them. We fired back, making the triads drop down, leaving two yakuza members to drop their guns.

"We're dropping it! We're dropping it!" The yakuza exclaimed as he dropped the MP5. We used a couple of zip-ties to restrain them.

"Two suspects arrested, and ready for pick-up." I reported.

"Copy that, Miles. We're coming now." An officer responded. I turned around to see a couple of officers rushing in the alleyway.

"Taylor! Eddie! We got it from here. Push through." One of them said. We nodded and pushed onward as the gunfire kept getting louder, until they reached the end of the alleyway, only to see a few members of the yakuza, fleeing the area.

"HEY! NYPD! Don't even move a damn muscle!" I yelled at gunpoint, leaving a couple of yakuza members to kneel with hands over their head.

"Damn Cops…" One of the yakuza muttered.

"Yeah, yeah… Damn us and the rest of the boys in blue. You and your gang issues." Eddie shrugged as we restrained the two.

"Now get down on the ground!" I yelled. They dropped face-first. Bullets whizzed at us from the triads. We took the nearest cover. I reloaded my gun hastily as I was deeply grazed by the left arm, but my eyes widened as I heard my partner scream.

"EDDIE!"

I saw him holding his thigh as blood was flowing out. "Sons of Bitches got me, man! Aaaah, it stings like hell!" He yelled.

"Stay low! I'll get them!" I said as I vaulted from cover to spot three triad members, firing their guns at us.

I felt the adrenaline surge through my veins… My pupils dilate… Bullets whiz… Everything seemed slower. The two I have no problem of nailing down, but the triad at the center had a different uniform… A triad lieutenant.

I pulled out my P226 and aimed for the three. The two were disabled by bullets piercing the shoulders and hands that held their guns. The lieutenant fired his last clip back before trying to flee, turning it to a chase. A few meters later, I shot his leg and dashed in to pin him down. But the next part I didn't expect.

I felt a foot slam my jaw. Crap, this punk's a brawler. I removed the bullets of my P226 and put up my fists for a fight. He lunges at me with a Superman Punch. I dodged it and answered back with a 360-degree kick to the temple. After a minute's worth of exchanging punches, he responds with a knee to my gut, making me flinch. As I felt his hands on my shoulders, I punched him away and delivered a one-two combo to his head.

The coup-de-grace was Trejo's Blazin' Move: Re-adjustment, knocking him out. (Def Jam: Fight For New York players will get this.)

"That's for shooting us, you jackass! Now turn your sorry ass over and kiss the floor!" I said as I kicked him over to restrain him.

"Lucky bastards… I'm surprised you still have the skills." The lieutenant muttered as he felt the cold steel of handcuffs around his wrists.

"Shut up."

"Dispatch, I got a triad lieutenant under custody here, and send a damn ambulance! I got an officer down!" I yelled at the radio.

"Copy, 1 minute."

They better hurry up… I told the lieutenant to stay there, or else I will shoot his legs again. I rushed back to Eddie. Like hell he's gonna die without paying.

"Eddie?! Eddie! Don't die on me, man! FORGET THE FREE LUNCH, YOU OWE ME FIFTY BUCKS, YOU DICK!" I yelled. No response.

"I'll take your PS4 if you die, man." I said. I felt a punch land on my face.

"Don't even THINK about it." Eddie said as he gave the middle finger.

"Hey, what do you know! You're still alive! I guess you can keep the PS4!" I exclaimed.

"Screw you, Taylor… It's a flesh wound." Eddie muttered as he assured.

"It's a bad one, though… Come on, we're gonna get that patched up." I said as I helped the incoming paramedics carry him to the ambulance.


-9:00 AM, 99th Precinct, Standard POV-

Taylor was sitting at the bench near the interrogation rooms when two NYPD Officers approached him.

"Excuse me, Detective Taylor Miles?" One of the officers called him.

"Yeah?"

"Captain wants to see you."

Taylor was startled back. "What? Am I in trouble or something?" He asked.

"Don't know, man. Captain just want us to tell you to get your keister over there. You'd best find out yourself." The other officer answered.

"Good luck there, man. I don't care what they say. You guys were heroes out there." The first officer assured, commending on Taylor and Eddie's actions.

"By the way, How is he?" He asked.

"He'll live."

Taylor wasted no time to go to the captain's office.


-9:05 AM, Captain's office-

"Capt. Charles Brooke… Guy's in his 30s, not too loose yet not too strict. Almost every cop in the precinct acts like his best friend, which is nice though…" Taylor thought as he entered the office.

"You wanted to see me, captain?" Taylor asked, startling the captain.

"GAH! Jesus, Taylor! Didn't your mother tell you to knock?!" He asked.

"Sorry, man. I did knock, apparently no one answered."

"Yeah yeah… Sit down." Brooke offered him a seat.

"Am I in trouble or something?" Taylor asked, somewhat uneasy while being in the hot-seat.

Capt. Brooke looked at him and shook his head. "No, No… It's about that arrest you made this early morning. Chill out, man." He assured.

Taylor gave a sigh of relief before getting his head back in the case. "So, he squealed?"

"Like the punk he is…" Brooke said as they let out a chuckle.

"So what did he spill?" Taylor asked.

"He was yapping about two rival gangs having a bone to pick with them." Brooke started as he placed a case file on the table.

Taylor had a sense of presumption. "And the yakuza was one of them."

"You know the Yakuza and the Triads' businesses; Guns, Drugs, and Underground brawls. There's another thing that he spilled out though." Brooke said.

"What's that?"

"He said something about… some guy named Ichijou Raku, and some girl named Chitoge Kirisaki… or something like that." Brooke added.

"Can I see the rest?"

The captain did as he asked. "Heh… Might be a reason. Triads' got a few beefs with them yakuza and… The Bee Hive Gang." He said, as he reads a couple of documents, some in Japanese.

Brooke's eyes slightly widened. "Bee Hive Gang, huh? Haven't put up with them for six years." He smirked.

"Sounds like you got a history there, huh?"

"Pretty much. Bringing the heat onto those punks got the old engine running. After one fight, they fled to Japan." Brooke said, reminiscing his glory days in the force.

"So, you think that the Triads will fly over to Japan just to settle scores with these gangs?" Taylor assumed.

Brooke nodded. "Possible, but since I'm captain of the Precinct now, I can't bring the heat to them without someone taking charge of the precinct. Hell, papers have already piled up on me since I took charge." He sighed.

"After pulling a couple of strings, I've talked to the Police Commissioner in Tokyo. He said that he'll need a couple of our officers to go to Tokyo for undercover and to link up with the Local Police." He added.

"I'll do it." Having the sense of duty strike him, Taylor volunteered to take the case.

"What? Miles, you're only one! Your partner was shot down on your recent case, how are you supposed to take this on?!" Brooke exclaimed.

"Shouldn't a public servant be judged and commended by his actions and not only by rank?" Taylor reasoned.

Brooke sighed as his mind sinks in to Taylor's logic. He took out another folder that held Taylor's performance records and dossier.

"Well… You have a good background… No civilian complaints, always had the presence of mind to follow police procedures… Taylor, I don't mind commending you for your services and sense of duty, but personally, I really don't get how the gears in your head work. One moment you act like a jackass of a neurotic comedian, the next thing… well… you give out logical reasons like this and you're a hell of a serious mind too."

"Words, man! Words!" Taylor exclaimed.

"Like that one! Look, that aside, I'm having doubts on giving you this case. I mean… I know that you have a background in participating in underground fights before joining the force." Brooke added.

"If that's your train of thought, then I'm assuring you that I can do this. Though I may have cleaned up my act, but I'm not afraid to take these punks on." Taylor said.

Brooke hesitated for a few minutes, then sighed as he pulls something out from the table drawer. "Fine. You see this? If you can prove it to me that you can nail these punks to the wall, it's yours. I'm pretty sure that you'd like to go back to field work." He said as he pulls out another badge. It was a gold shield.

"Charles, are you serious?!" Taylor exclaimed as he was given a challenge to earn a sergeant's badge.

"I thought a public servant should be judged and commended by actions and not only by rank." Brooke said.

"Well played, Cap. Fine. I could use some work outside of NY." Taylor smirked.

"Then pack your things. You're going to Japan."