Welcome back to the second chapter of VPD of RvB I hope you all enjoy. Now before we begin
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Now then without further ado, let's begin
Simmons and Grif were currently driving down a street in leisurely manner as Grif was continuously staring at Simmons who was constantly checking his mirrors ". . . Simmons. . . .What are you doing?" Grif asked dryly
"What does it look like I'm doing Grif, I'm driving" Simmons stated irritably as he rechecked his mirrors as he stopped at a red light
"Simmons. . don't question me about doing my job or not but aren't we supposed to be going to some homicide or something?" Grif asked as Simmons gave him a glance before looking back at the road
"Of course we are" Simmons answered not sure what his colleague is getting at
"I see. . . then why are we here" Grif asked as he pointed to the peaceful area they were in. . . which was in the middle of traffic
"We're driving to the crime scene of course" Simmons said dutifully
"Simmons. . We are goddamn cops. We don't wait in damn traffic, we rush around it like madmen because we're more important than everyone else" Grif said slightly infuriated as he was not one to do his job but waiting in traffic. . for FIFTEEN minutes does that to people
"But it's our job to uphold the peace, and that means to follow the rules like the rules of engagement of driving" Simmons said dutifully as Grif face palmed before staring at Simmons dryly
"Get out of the seat" Grif said as he unbuckled Simmons' seat belt and started pulling him out of the seat
"Hey! What are you doing Grif!" Simmons shouted as they pushed and shoved each other
"I'm driving, move!" Grif demanded before finally tossing Simmons over the back of the seat into the passenger area
"Hey! You can't just-" Simmons didn't get to finish what he said as Grif turned on the sirens and slammed the gas pedal causing the Warthog to lurch forward, making Simmons hit his head on the back of Grif's seat. Grif kept making hard turns, some of which he didn't need to do, as Simmons was bouncing around in the back hitting against the windows and the seats. Grif made another hard turn that caused the Warthog to spiral out and turn over the car thrashing about as they soon rolled into a perfect parallel park in front of the place they were supposed to be
"We're here" Grif stated calmly as he turned the sirens off as he looked back into the passenger seats. Simmons was an honest mess as he hair was disheveled, his skin was pale from freight and he was panting heavily with his hand clutched over his heart
"I. Hate. You" Simmons panted out
"Hate you too buddy" Grif said while getting out of the car as Simmons fumbled with opening the car and fell out onto his side a little jittery
After awhile of calming down Simmons finally got back up and straighten himself up. Simmons looked around and saw Grif leaning against a holopost, smoking a cigarette. Simmons groaned in frustration before going into the back of the Warthog and got out some materials
"Come on Grif and put that out! That may damage the crime scene" Simmons yelled at Grif who scoffed before dropping the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out before following Simmons into the alleyway they were parked in front of
They walked down the alleyway until they came across the body. The body was of a man with dark skin as the body was face first on the ground with several puncture wounds on the back "My god" Simmons said breathlessly while Grif let out a long whistle
"Man this dude sure pissed off the wrong guy" Grif said as Simmons stared at him
Simmons shook his head before taking something out of the bag he was carrying and gave it to Grif "Just mark the body" Simmons said sternly placing the florescent tape in Grif's hands
"And how am I supposed to do that" Grif asked tossing the tape in the air
"Just surround the body while I look for what for whatever evidence I can find about what could've happened here" Simmons said hotly as he pulled out a few props that had numbers on them and began looking around the scene. Simmons walked up to the body placing a sign that said '1', he walked around and found blood splatters a few feet from where they came from and placed a '2' there. Simmons looked around and saw a dumpster with some dent marks that that had scracth marks ooked recent from the rusty metal it had which made him place a '3' there
"Done" Grif announced as Simmons looked back
"Grif! That's not what I meant!" Simmons shouted in disbelief as Grif did surround the body in tape. . surrounded the body in a big circle
"What? You told me to surround the body with tape and I did just that" Grif said lazily
"When I said to surround the body, I meant the body's outline not the area around it!" Simmons said pulling his hair at Grif's idiocy
"Meh"
Simmons let out a groan as he dragged his hand across his face "Just get rid of that tape and redo it" Simmons said in exasperation
"Fine, fine" Grif said as Simmons turned his back on him to examine the crime scene again.
Simmons looked around and found dust round casings and marked the area with a '4'. Simmons looked around and saw nothing that looked out in the ordinary "I think that's it" Simmons said as he looked back and saw the tape surrounding the victim was gone and now was outlining the guy "Alright now that I got everything, now we have to piece together what happened and send this guy back to forensics" Simmons explained as Grif kicked a can
". . Wait. . Who's forensics again?" Grif asked as Simmons stared at him in frustration
"WE ARE!" Simmons shouted as Grif let out a sound of acknowledgement "By Oum I sometimes wonder how you even became a cop" Simmons said with his hand against his face
"You mean other than our government sucks" Grif said lazily as Simmons didn't respond and just pulled out a clipboard
"Alright, the victim is an Vacuoan male, looks like late thirties-"
"Hold on" Grif said interrupting Simmons
"What" Simmons said in exasperation
"You can't just say he's Vacuoan because he's black, that's racist" Grif said as Simmons stared at him in disbelief
"That's the title for their class of citizenship Grif!" Simmons shouted at his colleague
"No because he could've been from Atlas or here in Vale so that makes you a racist" Grif said with a huff
"That's not what it means Grif!" Simmons shouted as he stomped his foot on the ground
"Yes it does"
"No it doesn't"
"Yes it does"
"No it doesn't"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"NO IT DOES NOT!" Simmons shouted as he was at the edge of his wit before he ripped his hair out
". . . . Yes it does" Grif said quietly as Simmons let out a loud frustrated groan
"Lets just agree to disagree, okay" Simmons said irritably
"Fine. . . Racist" Grif muttered behind Simmons' back as he let out a sigh as he turned back to the corpse
"Victim is a BLACK male" Simmons sad with emphasis as he looked at Grif who scoffed at him "Appears to be in his mid thirties with several knife wounds in his back-"
"How do you know if it's a knife"
"What?"
"How do you know if it's a knife" Grif said once again as Simmons just stared at him
"Because the entry wounds are from a knife" Simmons said pointing at the body as the wounds look as if it was cut into
"Just because the guy has stab wounds doesn't mean it's from a knife, hell it could've been from a spear, or a machete, or even a sword so how is it a knife?" Grif asked as Simmons nearly yelled in frustration
"Because the wound doesn't go straight through the corpses body" Simmons said near hysterical
". . . . But what if the guy just holds the end of the blade like the knife" Grif said as Simmons was breathing in slowly and let out a heavy sigh
"Because, their blood would be here as well" Simmons said as the only blood in the area was the victims
"Ah. . . . . . What if they-"
"SHUT UP!" Simmons shouted up to the sky before looking back down and saw Grif's smirk, Simmons narrowed his eyes at him "You did that on purpose" Simmons said in a low quiet voice as Grif chuckled
"I have no idea what you're talking about" Grif said with a playful tone as Simmons glared at him "Oh get off Simmons, I was only having fun" Grif said as Simmons was still glaring at him "I see you only care what you want and not poor guy's family. Shameful Simmons, really shameful" Grif said as Simmons gaped at him
"I do care!" Simmons shouted as Grif rolled his eyes
"Really, what's his name?" Grif said as Simmons looked at him
"How the fuck should I know" Simmons said dully as Grif shook his
"Really, I'm so sorry mister Vitus for my partners incompetence" Grif said as Simmons stared at him
". . . How do you know his name?"
"I swiped the wallet out of his back pocket" Grif said calmly while waving the wallet around
"Grif! That's vital information for the crime scene, hand it over!" Simmons demanded as Grif let out a huff
"Fine" Grif said before tossing the wallet to Simmons
Simmons opened the wallet to find it empty "Grif!"
"Fine, here" Grif said tossing the man's credit cards and ID
Simmons caught them and put them back in the wallet as he examined the ID "Let's see, Aeden Vitus: Age 33, race: Vacuoan, HA TOLD YA!" Simmons shouted in glee as Grif grumbled and walked off "Alright, where was I" Simmons said looking back at the ID and taking down the other information that was of use before putting the card back in the wallet and in the man's back pocket
"Can we go now, lunch is about to be over and I do not want to buy that bullshit dinner menu they have at our diner" Grif said dully
"No we now have to get this body in the Warthog, get the stretcher and body bag would you" Simmons asked with a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose
"We have a stretcher?" Grif asked
"Yes, it's in the bottom compartment in the back. Think of it like a back trunk" Simmons explained
"Wait, we have a bottom compartment in the Warthog. . . Dammit, could've hidden a lot of stuff in there" Grif cursed as Simmons stared directly at him
"Just get the damn stretcher and body bag" Simmons said blandly
"Alright, alright I'm going" Grif said walking as Simmons let out a sigh
"I swear Sarge is having a better time than me"
"Now little buddy how about you put that do-" Sarge ran to cover because apparently the arms learned how to use his shotgun and started shooting at him "Dammit, this is what happens when I leave my shotgun around. From now on I'm carrying my shotgun wherever I go no matter what people say about safety" Sarge swore as the hands shot at him again "It's a good thing I already took down the legs or this would be a problem" Sarge said with a chuckle as he looked to the side to see the legs squirming under the ginormous box they were trapped under
Sarge heard the hands pull the trigger again but the gun didn't go off as it just went 'Click' "Ha! Ran out of ammo!" Sarge exclaimed as he jumped over his cover and tackled the arms as his shotgun was thrown to the side "Take this and this and little more of this hahaha" Sarge said dementedly as he began punching the arms repeatedly until they sparked and the lights turned off with a hiss
"Whoo~ About time they stopped" Sarge said with a huff as he got up and picked the arms up before placing them on the table. He then went over to the legs that were still kicking and stomped on them causing them to spark and turn off themselves. Sarge pushed the crate off and carried the legs back to the table and placed them next to arms "Well at least now I'll get some work done" Sarge said with a tired huff as he pulled out the chest and head out of the box that weren't turned on yet
"Well better see what's going on with machinery to make sure this doesn't happen again and then start building this thing the bottom up. Now then, where's that tiny switch at?"
"Ah, it's over. I was actually enjoying watching that old man get beat up by those mechanical parts" Church said with a chuckle while eating some popcorn from the bucket he had in his laps while looking through the scope of the sniper rifle
"Yea well it would've been nice if I got to see it as well" Tucker said hotly as Church rolled his eyes
"Tucker, the next time a homicidal robot tries to attack an old man I'll let you use the sniper rifle, how about that" Church said with a smirk as Tucker glared at him and grumbled
"Yea, like that will ever happen. The most interesting thing that could happen now is that thing speaks Spanish" Tucker said jokingly as Church chuckled before scrunching his face
". . . . . The hell is Spanish?" Church asked putting the rifle down
"I. Don't. Know" Tucker said slowly as he scratched his head in confusion
"Well whatever, mind getting me a cappuccino from the cafe that was a block away from here" Church asked as he leaned back in his chair
"What?! And miss something awesome that could happen, fuck that" Tucker said with his arms crossed
"Oh come on, who's the senior member here" Church said with a grin
"I am! You came a few days after me!" Tucker shouted at Church who shrugged
"That may be so but who is holding the sniper rifle" Church said as he aimed the rifle at Tuckers face
"You're an ass you know that" Tucker said with gritted teeth
"Yea, tell that to my ex-wife" Church said as the atmosphere turn slightly uncomfortable
". . . . You were married?"
"Yea, she took the house and the kid" Church grumbled as Tucker seemed slightly ashamed of bringing this up
". . . So what do you want" Tucker said quietly as he didn't want to be on the roof with him any longer
"A french vanilla cappuccino with a dash of cinnamon" Church said solemnly as Tucker nodded before leaving the roof. As soon as Church heard Tucker leave a big smirk appeared on his face as he adjusted his glasses as it gleamed in the sun "That sob story always works" Church said while chuckling as he went back to watching the red cop start putting the robot together
"Grif, don't do that you'll damage the body!" Simmons shouted at Grif who tossed the stretcher with the body strapped in on top, into the back of the Warthog
"He's dead already, what's the worst we could do to a dead body" Grif said gruffly as Simmons let out a groan of frustration
"Just get in the Warthog" Simmons said tiredly
"Alright" Grif said as he was already in the drivers seat
Simmons got in the front passenger seat and was about to strap in before remembering that Grif was driving "Uh Grif maybe I should-"
"No" Grif said calmly before flooring it. Simmons went a few inches into his seat as he gripped the edges of his seat for his dear life from Grif's driving. After several minutes of swerves, close misses from oncoming traffic and one old grandma they finally made it back to the station surprisingly unharmed "Alright get out, I'm going to get something to eat" Grif said as he walked out of the Warthog and down the street where the diner they usually go to was
Simmons was shaking as he literally had to peel himself out of his seat as he fell out the Warthog again "Never. Again" Simmons panted as he settled his wobbling legs and stood upright. Simmons leaned against the Warthog as he steadied his breath before going to the back of the Warthog as he realized the body was still back there. When he opened the back he was actually surprised to see the body was actually fine and not damaged in anyway other than the original wounds it has.
Simmons let out a sigh of relief as he went to get sarge to help carry the body to the morgue. Simmons walked into the station and headed straight to Sarge's workstation. Simmons walked in only to quickly go back out and leaned against the wall when a rain of bullets flew out behind him and hit the wall opposite of him. Simmons was panting heavily before leaning slightly at the door before jerking his head back when the wall was destroyed by a shotgun round
"Sarge! It's me, Simmons!" Simmons shouted as the day he feared has come, the day his leader has finally gone senile and snapped
"I know it's you Simmons" Sarge said slowly as he put in some shells into the shotgun before pumping it "I'm just pissed off that you left me here to almost die at the hands of these hands!" Sarge shouted as he waved the mechanical hand around
"Uh~ Sarge, are you feeling alright" Simmons said as he slowly entered the workstation when Sarge put down his shotgun
"Just peachy why do you ask?" Sarge asked calmly as if what happened a few seconds ago never happened
"Uh~, never mind" Simmons said as he didn't want to question his leaders mentality
"Alright then, mind explaining where the heck you and Grif disappeared to" Sarge asked as he placed the mechanical arm back down on the table as Simmons noticed the bottom half of the robots body was already done
"Uh, we were called out because of a homicide" Simmons started to explain
"Wait as a practical joke because I swear if its that Jimmy kid again I'm going to shove my shotgun up his-"
"No!" Simmons said stopping Sarge from finishing that sentence "It was an actual call, I have the body in the Warthog and I need help carrying it to-"
"Hot damn!" Sarge exclaimed excitedly surprising Simmons greatly "Why didn't call me sooner, an actual murder is something I would love get my hands on" Sarge said with a grin as he jumped over the table and landed in front of Simmons "Let's get going, that body won't dissect itself now won't it" Sarge said excitedly as he ran out the room before Simmons could even speak
". . . . . Am I really the only sane person here" Simmons said to himself as Sarge came back into the room
"Come on Simmons we need to examine the corpse so stop talking to yourself, it's really creepy and its making me think you may need to see a psychiatrist" Sarge said as re-exited the room as Simmons sighed and followed Sarge to get the body to the morgue and began analyzing how the guy died and why
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