COPS Vice City
Chapter 2
Legal notice: I still hold no rights to the mention of Vice City or any characters/ places therein. Nor do I own any rights to COPS, as Fox owns that as well. Damn I wish I were original.
Authors Note: Well, it seems that I have had some mixed reviews on the first chapter alone. People liking it, some pointing out to me what COPS was really about, so there's only one way to combat this. Mix them. From simple to complex GTA hilarity, this is Vice City COPS. If you had any doubt that I would continue this, this second chapter must mean something. Just try to enjoy them.
Vice City; Little Havana
1:34 PM
'Well, I've been working for Vice City Police for close to five years now. You never really get surprised anymore. We seem to get calls ranging from shootings, theft and even to people trying to dig this state in half. That's ok though. I like my job.'
Officer David Hoth.
'Well it seems that we just got a call in about a hostile situation a few streets over. Something about someone slapping a woman around. We're going to report to the scene right now.'
Officer David steps on the gas and hits the lights.
'Ok, looks like the report says it's a white male, 120 pounds and a Hispanic female involved in this one.'
David speeds down the road, blaring his siren at the cars in front of him. A little further down the road, David comes to a stop in front of Robina's Café, where another police cruiser is already parked. David exits the car, as does the cameraman.
'Where the hell is this guy?' It did not appear that the police car was occupied, and there was no cop on the street. There were, however, sounds of violence in the alley behind the café.
David pulled out his gun and charged.
Running into the alley, David shot off a few rounds into the air.
'Hold it right there!' David yelled, shooting first with every intention to ask questions later.
'Holy s(beep)t!' the other officer yelled, falling to the ground 'What the hell are you doing?'
'I figured you were being assaulted-'
'No you fool!' The other officer said. A woman stood up next to him. She was of Hispanic culture, and she pulled at her clothes.
'What's going on here? Did she attack you or not?'
'No I was just-' the woman moved up next to him and embraced his arm 'Just questioning her.'
The woman laughed a little, and David noticed she had two black eyes.
'What happened to her?' David asked.
'Hey, I'll talk to her. You go talk to the other guy.'
'Where is he?'
'Oh, I locked him up in my car about 10 minutes ago. When I pulled up after getting a report call I pulled up and he was slapping her around.'
Officer Larry Jones.
Larry led David to his car where the pimp was locked up in the back. Larry opened the door.
'Out.' He said.
The pimp stepped out.
'I'm going to go and question her some more.' Larry said 'You talk to him and get his story. I'll be back in about three minutes.'
David nodded his head and turned t the pimp.
'Alright Mr. Pimp. Let's rap.'
'First off,' The pimp said 'It's Daryl. And secondly, don't say 'rap'. It's 'talk'.'
'One more word out of you and I'll say you attacked me.'
'What?! I never attacked no one!'
'Oh really?' David asked 'then what are you going to tell your whore after we bust you for assault. I saw those black eyes.'
'Nothing.' The pimp said 'I already done told the bitch twice.' He began to laugh at his own joke.
'Fine then, you tell me what happened.'
'Well, I was driving down the road, looking for my bitch, and I stopped at this red light over here.' Daryl points behind him 'So there I am, and the next thing I know, this guy in a green and blue over shirt JACKS my car!'
'This still doesn't explain why you were slapping her around.'
'Well, I get off the ground, mad as all hell, and I see her over there coming out of this house, shoving money between her t(beep)t's. So I walks over to her and I'm like 'Ey! You better be HANDING me 80% of that.' An' she's like '80%? Oh that's it, I'm DON'T wit' you.' So I was like 'Bitch, your done alright.' And that's when she got slapped.'
'Did you hear this?' David asked Larry who was walking back from the alley, tucking his khaki shirt in.
'Uh, yeah.' Larry said, pulling a 20 dollar bill out of his pocket 'I was hanging on every word.' He turned to the suspect he was 'interrogating'. 'Here. Go buy yourself something nice.'
'Hey!' Daryl yelled, lurching for his business cut 'I had better see some of that money bitch!'
'Hey!' Larry yelled 'Take it easy man.' Both Larry and David restrained him by grabbing his shoulders.
'Get off me pig!' Daryl yelled 'I want my cut!'
David pulled out his tazer.
'I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.' David said.
'Man, get your hands OFF me!' Daryl yelled, beginning to thrash around.
Larry brandished his tazer as well.
'Sir,' Larry began 'Settle down or we will have to restrain you.'
'I don't care WHAT you do! I want my f(beep)ucking MONEY BITCH!'
'Sir, I'm not going to warn you again.' David said.
Daryl put his hands up and tilted his head.
'Ok man.' He said 'I'm cool. I'm cool. I can handle this. I'll be ok.'
David and Larry gave Daryl some room to breath. Daryl gave a second to a calm state, and attempted to rush his bitch again, screaming while doing so.
David and Larry were much faster to respond.
Larry reached and, with his tazer, zapped Daryl in the side. Daryl jolted from the voltage and fell on David.
'He attacked me!' David claimed as Daryl fell to the street. 'Moving to defend!'
Both David and Larry were now putting the boots to Daryl, with a good few shots from a tazer in on the side.
After a few good kicks, David looks up and realizes that the camera is still there.
'Turn that off!' David yells 'I said turn that f(beep)king thing off!'
David swings at the camera, causing it to tip and fall over. The same scene is seen, only at an angle. The camera begins to fade out, but lands on static as soon as Larry hit it with his nightstick.
The sound of tazer fire and boots landing on a pimp are heard.
The COPS Vice City logo I seen.
Authors note: Well, another clip, another opening for a new time frame. Stay tuned, it can only get better.
Chapter 2
Legal notice: I still hold no rights to the mention of Vice City or any characters/ places therein. Nor do I own any rights to COPS, as Fox owns that as well. Damn I wish I were original.
Authors Note: Well, it seems that I have had some mixed reviews on the first chapter alone. People liking it, some pointing out to me what COPS was really about, so there's only one way to combat this. Mix them. From simple to complex GTA hilarity, this is Vice City COPS. If you had any doubt that I would continue this, this second chapter must mean something. Just try to enjoy them.
Vice City; Little Havana
1:34 PM
'Well, I've been working for Vice City Police for close to five years now. You never really get surprised anymore. We seem to get calls ranging from shootings, theft and even to people trying to dig this state in half. That's ok though. I like my job.'
Officer David Hoth.
'Well it seems that we just got a call in about a hostile situation a few streets over. Something about someone slapping a woman around. We're going to report to the scene right now.'
Officer David steps on the gas and hits the lights.
'Ok, looks like the report says it's a white male, 120 pounds and a Hispanic female involved in this one.'
David speeds down the road, blaring his siren at the cars in front of him. A little further down the road, David comes to a stop in front of Robina's Café, where another police cruiser is already parked. David exits the car, as does the cameraman.
'Where the hell is this guy?' It did not appear that the police car was occupied, and there was no cop on the street. There were, however, sounds of violence in the alley behind the café.
David pulled out his gun and charged.
Running into the alley, David shot off a few rounds into the air.
'Hold it right there!' David yelled, shooting first with every intention to ask questions later.
'Holy s(beep)t!' the other officer yelled, falling to the ground 'What the hell are you doing?'
'I figured you were being assaulted-'
'No you fool!' The other officer said. A woman stood up next to him. She was of Hispanic culture, and she pulled at her clothes.
'What's going on here? Did she attack you or not?'
'No I was just-' the woman moved up next to him and embraced his arm 'Just questioning her.'
The woman laughed a little, and David noticed she had two black eyes.
'What happened to her?' David asked.
'Hey, I'll talk to her. You go talk to the other guy.'
'Where is he?'
'Oh, I locked him up in my car about 10 minutes ago. When I pulled up after getting a report call I pulled up and he was slapping her around.'
Officer Larry Jones.
Larry led David to his car where the pimp was locked up in the back. Larry opened the door.
'Out.' He said.
The pimp stepped out.
'I'm going to go and question her some more.' Larry said 'You talk to him and get his story. I'll be back in about three minutes.'
David nodded his head and turned t the pimp.
'Alright Mr. Pimp. Let's rap.'
'First off,' The pimp said 'It's Daryl. And secondly, don't say 'rap'. It's 'talk'.'
'One more word out of you and I'll say you attacked me.'
'What?! I never attacked no one!'
'Oh really?' David asked 'then what are you going to tell your whore after we bust you for assault. I saw those black eyes.'
'Nothing.' The pimp said 'I already done told the bitch twice.' He began to laugh at his own joke.
'Fine then, you tell me what happened.'
'Well, I was driving down the road, looking for my bitch, and I stopped at this red light over here.' Daryl points behind him 'So there I am, and the next thing I know, this guy in a green and blue over shirt JACKS my car!'
'This still doesn't explain why you were slapping her around.'
'Well, I get off the ground, mad as all hell, and I see her over there coming out of this house, shoving money between her t(beep)t's. So I walks over to her and I'm like 'Ey! You better be HANDING me 80% of that.' An' she's like '80%? Oh that's it, I'm DON'T wit' you.' So I was like 'Bitch, your done alright.' And that's when she got slapped.'
'Did you hear this?' David asked Larry who was walking back from the alley, tucking his khaki shirt in.
'Uh, yeah.' Larry said, pulling a 20 dollar bill out of his pocket 'I was hanging on every word.' He turned to the suspect he was 'interrogating'. 'Here. Go buy yourself something nice.'
'Hey!' Daryl yelled, lurching for his business cut 'I had better see some of that money bitch!'
'Hey!' Larry yelled 'Take it easy man.' Both Larry and David restrained him by grabbing his shoulders.
'Get off me pig!' Daryl yelled 'I want my cut!'
David pulled out his tazer.
'I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.' David said.
'Man, get your hands OFF me!' Daryl yelled, beginning to thrash around.
Larry brandished his tazer as well.
'Sir,' Larry began 'Settle down or we will have to restrain you.'
'I don't care WHAT you do! I want my f(beep)ucking MONEY BITCH!'
'Sir, I'm not going to warn you again.' David said.
Daryl put his hands up and tilted his head.
'Ok man.' He said 'I'm cool. I'm cool. I can handle this. I'll be ok.'
David and Larry gave Daryl some room to breath. Daryl gave a second to a calm state, and attempted to rush his bitch again, screaming while doing so.
David and Larry were much faster to respond.
Larry reached and, with his tazer, zapped Daryl in the side. Daryl jolted from the voltage and fell on David.
'He attacked me!' David claimed as Daryl fell to the street. 'Moving to defend!'
Both David and Larry were now putting the boots to Daryl, with a good few shots from a tazer in on the side.
After a few good kicks, David looks up and realizes that the camera is still there.
'Turn that off!' David yells 'I said turn that f(beep)king thing off!'
David swings at the camera, causing it to tip and fall over. The same scene is seen, only at an angle. The camera begins to fade out, but lands on static as soon as Larry hit it with his nightstick.
The sound of tazer fire and boots landing on a pimp are heard.
The COPS Vice City logo I seen.
Authors note: Well, another clip, another opening for a new time frame. Stay tuned, it can only get better.