Mike Schmidt Pov

"Lieutenant Schmidt," Captain Ramsey said.

"Yes sir," I responded.

'You didn't pay your dues tonight, you know what that means," he said as he grabbed his baton.

"Are you threatening me?" I pulled out my taser.

"I don't think Mr. Grives would appreciate that," he smugly told me.

"Oh, you mean the boss?" I said with contempt.

"One of these days, you and all your rotten friends will be placed where you belong, in jail," I threatened.

He whistled and two more officers came in.

"You really want to do this," I put my taser back in my belt and pulled out my baton, slicking it on the table, "alright let's go."

Officer Rodriguez rushed me, but I swept the leg and he fell like a sack of bricks.

"Who's next?" I asked calmly.

"I'll get ya," Officer Franks yelled as he pulled out his pellet gun.

"I threw my baton smashing his nose, and he crumpled.

Captain Ramsey froze.

"Your turn," I tazed him and placed him and his buddies in a cell and walked away.

The next day I got a pink slip, I was fired.

I stormed into the front office, "the hell is this?" I asked.

"Hey you should be thankful that nothing else happened," Chief Sanchez told me.

"This isn't fair," I protested.

"Oh but I think it is, aggravated assault, damage to public property, and insubordination, I think that's plenty," he told me.

"I'm going to expose you for what you are, a puppet of the mafia," I declared.

"Heh, good luck with that," he scoffed.

He turned on the TV and sipped some coffee, then spit it out, the President was visiting Freddy's.

"You get back here," he said as I ran out the precinct, I took my squad car to Freddy's.

I opened the door and found Reagan on the show stage, where he had finished singing.

"Mr. President, I need your help," I told him.

"Yes officer?" he asked me.

"That man, right there is a mafia man!" I pointed to Mr. Grives, "my whole department is crooked, and this place is a part of it."

"Is that so?" he turned to Mr. Grives, "arrest him."

"Hey get your hands off of me," he protested.

"Thou doth protest too much," I told him with a smile on my face.

"Thank God," I was so worried the purple man said, "he threatened my family, I was trying to warn you for your safety of course."

"Is that so Officer Schmidt?" he asked.

"Yeah, he's innocent, he's just a grieving father," I told him with sadness in my voice.

"Well, it looks like you're getting that tax break after all," he smiled.

"Thank you," Vincent cried.

"Let the good times roll!" Bonnie smiled.

(Monster by Skillet)

Vincent smiles darkly, he was going big.