First of all, i gotta say this was inspired by The ice king gets 'iced' by zengods (although i didnt even finished to read his story but suddenly as kool aid breaks through walls the idea broke through my brain saying 'Oh yeah!') Second; it is only a side proyect. I'm currently working on something else and want to finish it first, so i will maybe take my sweet time... but not to much. That being said, read and enjoy.
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His head ached.
Correction: His head ached like hell as he walked to his cubiculum. Finn wished it was because he had had a good last night; plenty of booze and girls and especially money, but that was not the cause. Some idiot thought it was a good idea to rob the 7/11 where he was buying his beers and dinner and he, been the goodie, two shoes he was, tried to stop him. An exchange of words and punches latter, the robber was running with his tail between his legs but not before getting a good left hook to his right eye that now was swelling an ugly red. It will be down by the end of the week and the free beer he received helped to ease the pain but the fact that he had been stuck in that shitty job for almost a decade and that it was Monday didn't help to ease him.
-Glad to see you haven't lose your touch, eh Finn-
-Can it Slicer- That dude could really get into his nerves; boasting about being a big shot but in reality being nothing more than just another crooked officer. But his words had some truth in them and that made them much more hurtful. The police force in the corrupt, gang crawling and dark district called "Grasslands" was a mock of justice. Either you became amoral and corrupted letting your dreams fade to nothingness or you became a frustrated, low ranked, bitter officer. The higher ups saw to that. The last had happened to Finn. He was getting older and still kept that detective post in the most shitty police division in the shittiest part of the city. At least he was recognized for his intuitive skills. Thinking that one of those days doing the correct thing was going to become his undone he seated on his chair, somewhat admiring the paper mess on the desk. He would sort them tomorrow, he said to himself, as he has been saying the last two months.
-How are you doing Finn?- asked someone as the screen of his desk computer came to life –Woa, Finn what happened to your eye?-
The voice was not easy to mistake, it had something that gave it a personality of its own apart of the slightly chubby, tanned guy that produced it –Beating bad guys, sticking my nose in other businesses. The usual Cinnamon-
Peter Cinnamon, or "Cinnamon Bun" to his friends. If there existed a thing as being too naïve, he was it, also he was such a good guy always trying to help and because of that ended being harassed by the other policemen. That was exactly the reason of his nickname, because he was as good as the apple pies of the old lady Treetrunks, and that lady made pretty damn good pies. It was also the reason everybody in the force feared the poor guy would end up in a ditch in the desert for doing the wrong good thing, if such thing existed.
-The boss wants you in "room 4" he said it was an emergency-
-Thanks, I'll be right there… after I get my hobo-sock-tasteless-free-coffee-
-Uhm, ok just don't make him wait-
-Don't worry-
Room 4, one of the six rooms the police station had to interrogate witnesses, possible culprits and from time to time to use less conventional methods to extract the truth they wanted. Now, this was pretty much a routine thing, possibly another old lady that had lost her purse and just had to cope with the procedure to have her credit cards disabled. But as he poured the black liquid in his mug, Finn couldn't avoid feeling the hairs on the back of his head stand up; usually that mean serious business. And as Finn opened the door to the room he had the fleetingly tough he hated to be right.
-PB- She was wearing a simple pink dress with a sash a tone darker around her waist. No jewelry or fancy bag. One asked to be robbed if walking the Grasslands with some of those articles, even if it was only for fifteen meters.
-Finn, how have you been?-
-Been better, and you?- he took a long gulp of the coffee remembering why he hated it and decided to leave it on the table that separated him of the princess.
-The same-
Bonnibel Stanley, "Bonnie", "PB", "Bubblegum" or "Princess". She went by many names at her young age and she also had the background to justify them: Beautiful, smart, cunning and the most important of all; daughter of a multimillionaire candy entrepreneur and heir to family business: Candy Kingdom Inc. The sweet little treats gave a lot of money and in that city money could buy a lot of things, many of which were not normally at sale in your regular supermarket. And the worst of all: Finn had an influctuation over her that ended in not so well terms. Being rejected and constantly used was never good terms. And now she was sitting in the crappy steel chair infront of him, her hands on her legs and a polite smile on her face.
-Finn, could we talk somewhere more private? – It was somewhat kind of ironic. A police station was no place to talk about serious, private topics. They were crawling with "rats" either from the corrupted politicians or from the criminal gangs.
–Lets go-
Completely forgetting the horrendous cup of coffee sitting on the desk, Finn guided his "guest" through the police station and out of it.
-My car or yours? - Finn questioned
-No disrespect but I prefer mine- At this Finn smiled. Of course, he almost forgot he was dealing with a rich person.
Soon a black car with tinted glasses stopped in front of them. Luxury was dripping everywhere as he entered the back door. He recognized the butler driving it and greeted with a nod of the head. Peppermint. Finn knew near to nothing of the butler except that he had a estrange name, was very educated, had a british accent and apparently had been with Bonnibel since she was a little girl.
-I believe you know my cousin- Started Bonnibel as the car erupted into life once more. Finn avoided her gaze preferring to look out of the window, the faces of the pedestrians passing too fast to be recognized. A small sarcastic smile appeared on his lips as she said that.
How could anyone not know Earl Lemongrab Stanley? More commonly known as "That Obnoxious idiot". Not very smart and not much of a pleasant fellow, he didn't had charisma and certainly not the looks as he was a sickly yellow, skinny and had an oversized head and a distressing high voice. Famous for his incompetence and desire to take over the multigenerational successful family business. Of course he knew him.
-Yes-
-I believe his greed has been taken too far and he has been involved in not so legal business-
-Continue-
-I want him out, but I have no proof or leads of what he is into. I need you to investigate him-
Other way of saying the fool had bit more than what he could chew and that he had grown careless. All around Ooo it was truth spoken in whispers that almost every corporation was involved in not so legal occupations, especially big monopolies like Candy Kingdom Inc. that defended viciously their "territory". The king didn't suffered usurpers and even if his ways were "honeyed" they were nothing near legal or even morally good. The idiot must have committed a big mistake so the princess had to come in person and fix it.
-Me? I think there are like a thousand folks higher up that own you a favor or two-
-I want something more discreet, after all he is family-
Finn distrusted her, in fact if anything his police career had taught him was to never trust powerful-ambiguous people and never to take things as they were said and done. There was always an ulterior motive when it was all about family quarrels and fights for power. Something smelled really fishy, like the three month pizza in his refrigerator. He was being used, as always, but this time he could not foresee why him. She had the power to crush her cousin under her thumb and just had to ask it with a pretty please with a cherry on top, but instead choose to come to him, take her sweet time and investigate the reasons instead of planting some fake evidence and paying to a judge to see this matter solved. There was something that didn't fit in. But what man could say no to a sweet smile, a musical voice and tender treats of a woman? Especially this woman that was so versed in the art making people believe they had hit the jackpot when they were really being handed a flaming bag full of shit. But above all the fishiness and the half-truths she had a big bundle of money with his name on it. It wasn't the first fishy job he took and not the first he took from her and certainly not the last. If he was still useful he would end with a good recommendation, some money and alive and breathing. So ignoring the bad feeling he looked into the so innocent looking eyes of Bonnibel for the first time in their conversation.
-Don't regret coming to me princess-
-Half now and the other half after you finished?-
-As always-
-As always- Bubblegum echoed
The car stopped in front of the police station. They had been driving in circles.
-Peppermint, Princess- He nodded and stepped out of the car
- In this is a recorded number, we will contact you if there is any leads. Call if you find or need anything- she tossed a cheap cellphone to him- Or if anything goes wrong-
He flashed he a smile- Sweetie, in this line of work something always goes wrong-
She smiled a little smile of her own and he closed the door, effectively blocking the view of her. Man she had him so wrapped around her little, delicate, slim fingers.
So how was it?