Chapter 12: Abortion, shaken not stirred.

Marco was driving back into the City after spending the day driving out. It was the dead of night, and the New York curfew was in full effect. He kept the headlights off, although that didn't matter much when he came across a road block.

There was a gate blocking the road in front of Marco. There were a few guards there, all wearing gas masks. There was no reason for wearing the gas masks, it just looked cool. Also dehumanizes them. So it doesn't matter much when the main character kills hordes of them, GAME/MOVIE DIRECTORS.

As Marco slowed the car to a stop on the roadblock, a guard stepped forward and a searchlight was shined at him. He slid the window down.

The guard leaned down and spoke through the window "Hello. I am Bento Mussolini. No relation. And yes, I said Bento. Like the japanese lunch. Not a typo."

"How could you speak a typo?"

"Not important. What is important is why you are out here at this time. It's past curfew. Do you have documents?"

"Um… no."

"Ah, so you're an undocumented immigrant?"

"What!? No I'm not!"

"Don't worry mi amigo, this is a sanctuary city!"

"This is actually really offensive. I'm not an illegal immigrant!"

"Open the gates!" The guard shouted to his friends. Wait, did I say friends? I meant other guards. Again, the dehumanizing thing.

Marco slapped his own face "I thought this was New York, not California." He begrudgingly passed. "AND FOR THE RECORD I WAS BORN HERE! I AM THE FARTHEST YOU COULD GET FROM AN IMMIGRANT!"

Marco continued on half angry, half embarrassed, half confused, and half laughing. He's half laughing because the author doesn't know how halves work. But he got to Trump Tower, and Star was waiting outside.

"You ok?" Marco got out of the car

"Didn't think i'd see you again so soon, rookie." Star said as she stepped forward. She limped, and Marco quickly caught her.

"We're going home. No more of this cop stuff." Marco helped her towards the car.

"Maybe we weren't meant for this case right now. In a few decades when we're at the brink of retirement, we'll be pulled back into the fray for one last case. Just like that one movie-"

"You can watch your movies when we get home." Marco opened the passenger side door and let her in. Then he went around the car and got into the driver side. "You think you can keep yourself… y'know… conscious? You're pretty bloody."

"Yeah, I think I can last. How'd you get past the guards?"

"This is a sanctuary city."

"I thought you were born here!"

"I was!" Marco started the engine up "Why is New York a Sanctuary City anyway? Who're they harboring, the Canadians?!"

"Eh." Star said "Doesn't matter much, let's get going."

Meanwhile, in the White House oval office, Biden was talking to a 13 year old on discord yet again.

"Can you send a nude?" Joe Biden typed.

"WTF? NO!" The girl responded.

"Haha jk jk… unless?" Joe posted the Flushed Face Emoji in tandem.

Then the door suddenly opened. Biden looked up from his monitor and looked at who had interrupted his grooming.

"Hello, Biden." Hillary Clinton stood there, along with someone else by her side. A man in a tuxedo. His hair was slicked back.

"C- C- C- Clinton?" Joe Biden stood up and backed away, afraid that he was about to commit suicide by gun that would be found in another room. "W- W- W- Why are you here?"

"Sit down, Joe. I'm not here to kill you." Clinton sat down at the desk "I just want some information."

"Information? On w- w- w- what?" Joe slowly got back in his seat.

"I want the whereabouts of Star Butterfly and her partner Marco Diaz."

"L- l- l- let me guess, they're gonna commit s- s- s- suicide by two shots at the back of the head."

"Not exactly. You may have noticed my associate." Clinton turned to the man.

"Greetings." The man had a deep smooth voice "Doctor James Bond." He held his hand out.

"He doesn't h- h- h- have poison on his hand or anything r- r- r- right?

"No, President Biden." Dr. Bond said "This is a handshake. Not a handstir."

"A- A- A- Alright." Biden shook his hand "What a- a- a- are you a doctor of?"

"I specialize in abortion."

"B- b- b- but I take that you aren't just an abortionist, d- d- d- doctor."

"I really am just that. Although sometimes... I perform very late term ones."

"I see, i- i- i- intriguing." He let go of the handshake "But Clinton, they're d- d- d- dropping the case. They're headed home as we sp- sp- sp- speak. I used my h- h- h- hacker skills to determine that."

Clinton leaned in "Don't you remember the democratic party's motto?"

"'We Were On The Wrong Side Of History Every Time. But Now Is Definitely Different.'" Biden said

Clinton sighed "That's the motto of the Conservative party. You really do have dementia. The democrat's motto is this: 'Leave No Loose Ends' You know the man who stole Pelosi's laptop? Two shots at the chest by a rifle. Ruled a suicide."

"Oh yeah! I remember!"

"We have hope for your alzheimers yet."

"Forgive me." Biden said "They're h- h- h- headed out of the New York Reich. By t- t- t- the looks of things they're going to the nearest hospital outside of New York."

Bond nodded "This sounds easy. Give me a radio so we can communicate, and my abortion kit. I'll get it done. And even if I can't kill them myself, I have a plan B"

"O- o- o- of course. B- b- b- but I'm curious, how'd you go from a doctor to an assassin?"

He smirked "I'm an abortionist, president Biden. They gave me a licence to kill."