Popo Control

"We got a red code down Jones Street, heard me Oz?" A voice said through the mic of the ringing sirens above his head.

"Yeah, yeah, got ya Drix." He replied. Ironic how the gang was set upon the same street as his name. Though he liked to be called Ozzy. No one knew why exactly, but it gave him sort of code name.

"Drix that nerd is such a coward." Ozzy muttered. Well-he didn't come along like he usually would. His back up for when he didn't want to come was. 'I'm a detective. Not a cop, that's your job.' Right, right, Ozzy rolled his eyes.

"You know I can still hear you…" A static voice said through the mic said not amused. Ozzy blinked, let out a short laugh. "Ah…sorry Drix. You know I'm kidding." He said.

"Right, just make sure that your thumb is fully off the button before you say something." With that Ozzy heard a click knowing Drix was off.

Ozzy had made it to the crime scene removing himself from his cop car. Gun holding up pointing towards a tall dark brown man. The male turned. There seemed to be two sets of males. One set on each side of the street.

"Well, well. If it isn't Jones. We seem to meet up more than I intended!" Cried the brown male 'cheerfully.'

"Cut the crap Thrax. I'm not surprise it's you causing commotion."

"Hey. I gotta protect my territory." The male threw back his hand to his crew telling them to pause in their place as he walked close to the police. Who only seemed to put his gun in a more defensive mode.

"Shoot anybody? I heard there was a shooting." He said glancing around. Looking for any blood, died/injured bodies in the ground. Nothing…yet.

"Hey. I don't think the one you should be trying to arrest at the moment is me. It's the bastards over there trying to take my territory. They the ones who shot our man first. We would've done something if it wasn't for you showing up, Jones." Thrax remarked with a grin upon his face. Though Ozzy was not amused. He moved to the next gang. Eyeing them, looking at Thrax to make sure he didn't leave. "Don't you have something better to do for someone your age?"

"Are you calling me old? Why Jones, I'm hurt. I'm only three years older than you." Jones glared at him. He knew more about this cop than intended. This was turning out bad. "Yah? What's my age?"

"Twenty-Two, if I ain't mistaken." Shit, he was right. Jones set his gun down. "What deal are you trying to pull off here."

"No deal, really. How I get to know your business is a bit of my own business. Maybe though; If you can get rid of these, bastards." Jones glanced at them. It was funny how no one seemed to be making any movement. Paused, still, waiting, breathing. They knew who the boss was. That was Thrax. Even the other gang knew this, yet on occasions they were trying to push their limit.

Jone was a cop. He wasn't intended to kill unless needed. No one was doing anything wrong. Well-Thrax did say the other gang shot first. He knew what Thrax wanted. He wanted Ozzy to kill them.

"Look here Thrax. I ain't looking for fights. I'm only here for peace."

"Quite, quite. The bullshit code of a cop. You trying to keep the peace shoot the bastards." He told him.

Jone growled. He had to do something to break this up. Or else this was going to end bad.

"…You're under arrest!" Ozzy pointed at the unknown gang trying to take Thrax's part of town. They seemed to freeze a bit, and Thrax had also pull out a hand gun. He pointed at the gang-No he would never work with Oz, but this was his town. Not theirs. He was not about to lose.

"Any sudden movements and I will shoot." He said walking towards the leader. The leader stared at Jones. His hands up, as in if in a surrender-

BAM!

Ozzy's eyes went wide. He heard a gun shoot, that was it. A thud to the floor, and everything around him was going in a slight haze.
The other gang running. While he glanced at Thrax. "What did-?" He looked back at the 'enemy' the leader on the floor. His hand was cloaked with a gun. Light shine red blood consuming him that spilled from his chest.

"He was about to shot you. You're lucky I'm more quick then you." Thrax said.

Ozzy paused, and for the most part he was right. When you think about it though. Wouldn't it be better if Thrax just let Ozzy die? "Get him out of here. We'll get ourselves out of here." Ozzy stared at Thrax. Who seemed to tell his gang to move themselves from the scene. Listening as they scrambled about.
"Fine-You get one free run for saving me. So get your ass out of here quick." Thrax grinned, "Well thanks Ozzy." He purred as his boots clanked against the cold concrete.
While Ozzy called the hospital and realize. …He had just called him by his code name.