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Best of the Best Chapter 3: Renegade Cops
"We're off to L. A. 2003." The chief said to the head scientist. He slid the door shut, and punched in the co-ordinates.
As the pod vanished, Samus thought, 'Did I really turn out to be that good?'
The pod sizzled as it came to a stop in the middle of a street. There were easily over one hundred people, staring in awe at the occurrence. The chief stepped outside, right into the eyes of the unwanted attention. People ran inside buildings, some of them pulled out their cell phones.
"Hmm...where to begin?" The chief asked himself.
Within a few seconds, police cars rushed down the road. They came to a halt about 15 feet away from the pod. The police officers leapt out of the car and drew their pistols at the chief.
"Good God, what is that?" one cop asked another.
"I have no idea, but whatever it is, it ain't gonna be fuckin' good." The other cop responded.
"Drop your weapons, now!" one cop said into a loudspeaker. The chief hadn't realized he had his assault rifle slung over his back and his pistol locked in his holster. The chief ignored them.
"Where is Officer Nick Kang!" The chief yelled back.
"Drop your weapons!"
"Bring me Officer Nick Kang!"
The police whispered to each other. They decided not to open fire and to call Officer Kang on the radio.
"Uh...Officer Kang. There's some guy in what looks to be a spacesuit who is requesting your presence at the intersection at 83rd and Broadway."
The cops kept their guns on the Chief. He sighed, with annoyance, because they had no idea what was going on. Well, neither did Kang. But he would soon find out. Kang's convertible rolled down the road. The chief reached into his pod and pulled out his file. Yea, it was him all right. Kang pulled up and hopped over the convertible door. Kang pulled out his .44 Magnum with its attachable flashlight and laser sighting.
"You must be the space man."
"I don't see any others."
"What do you want with me?" Kang cocked his gun.
"The future needs your help."
"Fuck off," Kang said.
"Go ahead, shoot." Said the chief.
Kang looked at him, and tilted his head, confused. "What exactly do you mean, the future?"
"I came from the year 2552. I am trying to assemble a team to fight against the only threat to the survival of mankind, an alien race called The Covenant. My orders are to travel through time and gather the best of the best. You happen to be one of them."
"What if I don't believe you?" Kang looked at him, still having his gun fixed on the Master Chief.
The Chief threw Kang's folder to him. Kang grabbed it and looked at it. "Holy shit...date of death?" Kang looked, baffled.
"What's it gonna be?"
Kang looked down at the folder. Then he looked at the chief. He lowered his gun and walked towards the chief.
"Officer Kang!" one of the cops yelled. "What are you doing?!"
"Sorry boys, I gotta go on a little field trip." Kang said.
"In there," the chief said, and motioned his head toward the pod.
"You're not even gonna buy me a drink first?" Kang said, smiling, and walked into the pod. The chief walked back in the pod and slid the door shut.
"Officer Kang!" one of the cops yelled. But they were gone.
"One more trip we have to make before going back to my time." The chief said, turning to Nick.
"Really? Where's that?"
"Grant City, to pick up Officer Jack Slate."
"Grant City?"
"That's what it says on the file."
In a flash, the pod was sizzling on the streets of Grant City. But it wasn't the same as LA, the streets were nearly abandoned. Only about one or two homeless people saw the flash, but they didn't seem to care that much.
"Geez, could it get anymore glum than this?" Nick said.
"Let me guess. You're gonna be the guy on the team who makes all those smart sarcastic things to say, right?"
"Chief, I'm shocked that you look at me that way! I take my job as professional as any...Jesus! Look at the size of that rat! It's as big as a god damned raccoon!"
The chief rolled his eyes, of course Nick couldn't see because he had his helmet on. "Kang, that is a raccoon."
"Yeah, I was gonna say..." Kang trailed off.
"How the hell are we gonna find Slate?"
Just that second, Jack Slate was on patrol and saw the two men...well, one man, one spaceman. He pulled over and radioed in. "Yeah, this is officer Slate, I have a 512 in progress, man in space suit blocking road with time machine, over. Do you copy?"
"Copy that, Slate. Proceed with Caution."
Slate pulled out his pistol and turned the corner to face the two men. "Drop your weapons and put your hands in the air or I'll shoot."
The chief reached in the pod to grab Slate's file. Slate cocked his pistol. "Put you're hands in the air now!" His K-9 companion Shadow jumped out the car window and growled at the chief.
"Holy shit." Kang said, looking at the huge husky.
"Yeah, it's him."
"Jack Slate?" asked Kang.
"Who the hell are you?"
"No time to explain," Kang said, "The future needs you or something..."
"I am the Master Chief of the UNSC. I come from the year 2552 and I was sent through time to assemble a team to fight the alien race which threatens the survival of mankind."
"Fuck off." Jack Slate said, still holding his gun at the Chief.
"Go ahead, shoot him." Kang said.
"Who the hell are you?!" Slate asked.
"Officer Nick Kang, LAPD."
"LAPD? The hell are you doing all the way over here?"
"You see, the chief here has time travel machine which can also go wherever he wants so we're here to pick you up."
"Why me?" Slate asked.
"Because," the chief said, "You're on the list of suggested subjects that will help save the future."
"Well, take me off the list."
"The future of mankind is depending on you."
"How do I know this is all true?"
The chief threw him his file. Slate glanced at it, his eyes widened. "This...is my future? Date of death August 30th 2003? KIA?"
"You can change your future. But first, help me change mine."
"This all seems, unbelievable." Slate said.
"Tell me about it," Kang said.
Slate tossed the folder back to the Master Chief. "God damn it," Slate said, putting his gun back in his holster, "Let's go."
Shadow whimpered. "Sorry boy, I'll radio the boys to tell them to pick you up. I gotta go away for a while." The dog jumped back into the car and Jack radioed. He then went back to the Chief and Slate. They all went inside the pod, and before they knew it, they were back in Sector M-9.
"What took you so long?" Samus was their, with her hand on her hip. Her helmet was off. Her long blonde hair flowed down the back of her suit. Her blue eyes looked at the three men.
All three men's eyes shot open. Of course, you couldn't see the chief's eyes because of his helmet.
"Boys, meet Samus. She's on the team." The chief said.
"Pleased to meet you," Kang said with a smile.
"As am I." Slate said. The two of them gave each other a quick glance then turned their attention back to Samus.
"You two stay here, I have two more subjects to pick up in 2003. Hey doc, will you suit these guys up and show them the weapons we have?" The Chief asked the head scientist in charge. His name was Dr. Dufraime, but everyone called him Dr. D, or simply Doc.
"Certainly, Master Chief, sir. Come with me." He motioned toward Nick and Jack.
Samus watched the two men walk off to the armory. She laughed at the chief after they were out of sight. "Unbelievable! They've been here for 5 minutes and they're gockin' all over me already."
"Looks like you're going to have some fun with this." The chief said. Samus smiled. "I'm off. Watch those two for me, will ya?"
Samus nodded. The chief stepped inside the pod.
Best of the Best Chapter 3: Renegade Cops
"We're off to L. A. 2003." The chief said to the head scientist. He slid the door shut, and punched in the co-ordinates.
As the pod vanished, Samus thought, 'Did I really turn out to be that good?'
The pod sizzled as it came to a stop in the middle of a street. There were easily over one hundred people, staring in awe at the occurrence. The chief stepped outside, right into the eyes of the unwanted attention. People ran inside buildings, some of them pulled out their cell phones.
"Hmm...where to begin?" The chief asked himself.
Within a few seconds, police cars rushed down the road. They came to a halt about 15 feet away from the pod. The police officers leapt out of the car and drew their pistols at the chief.
"Good God, what is that?" one cop asked another.
"I have no idea, but whatever it is, it ain't gonna be fuckin' good." The other cop responded.
"Drop your weapons, now!" one cop said into a loudspeaker. The chief hadn't realized he had his assault rifle slung over his back and his pistol locked in his holster. The chief ignored them.
"Where is Officer Nick Kang!" The chief yelled back.
"Drop your weapons!"
"Bring me Officer Nick Kang!"
The police whispered to each other. They decided not to open fire and to call Officer Kang on the radio.
"Uh...Officer Kang. There's some guy in what looks to be a spacesuit who is requesting your presence at the intersection at 83rd and Broadway."
The cops kept their guns on the Chief. He sighed, with annoyance, because they had no idea what was going on. Well, neither did Kang. But he would soon find out. Kang's convertible rolled down the road. The chief reached into his pod and pulled out his file. Yea, it was him all right. Kang pulled up and hopped over the convertible door. Kang pulled out his .44 Magnum with its attachable flashlight and laser sighting.
"You must be the space man."
"I don't see any others."
"What do you want with me?" Kang cocked his gun.
"The future needs your help."
"Fuck off," Kang said.
"Go ahead, shoot." Said the chief.
Kang looked at him, and tilted his head, confused. "What exactly do you mean, the future?"
"I came from the year 2552. I am trying to assemble a team to fight against the only threat to the survival of mankind, an alien race called The Covenant. My orders are to travel through time and gather the best of the best. You happen to be one of them."
"What if I don't believe you?" Kang looked at him, still having his gun fixed on the Master Chief.
The Chief threw Kang's folder to him. Kang grabbed it and looked at it. "Holy shit...date of death?" Kang looked, baffled.
"What's it gonna be?"
Kang looked down at the folder. Then he looked at the chief. He lowered his gun and walked towards the chief.
"Officer Kang!" one of the cops yelled. "What are you doing?!"
"Sorry boys, I gotta go on a little field trip." Kang said.
"In there," the chief said, and motioned his head toward the pod.
"You're not even gonna buy me a drink first?" Kang said, smiling, and walked into the pod. The chief walked back in the pod and slid the door shut.
"Officer Kang!" one of the cops yelled. But they were gone.
"One more trip we have to make before going back to my time." The chief said, turning to Nick.
"Really? Where's that?"
"Grant City, to pick up Officer Jack Slate."
"Grant City?"
"That's what it says on the file."
In a flash, the pod was sizzling on the streets of Grant City. But it wasn't the same as LA, the streets were nearly abandoned. Only about one or two homeless people saw the flash, but they didn't seem to care that much.
"Geez, could it get anymore glum than this?" Nick said.
"Let me guess. You're gonna be the guy on the team who makes all those smart sarcastic things to say, right?"
"Chief, I'm shocked that you look at me that way! I take my job as professional as any...Jesus! Look at the size of that rat! It's as big as a god damned raccoon!"
The chief rolled his eyes, of course Nick couldn't see because he had his helmet on. "Kang, that is a raccoon."
"Yeah, I was gonna say..." Kang trailed off.
"How the hell are we gonna find Slate?"
Just that second, Jack Slate was on patrol and saw the two men...well, one man, one spaceman. He pulled over and radioed in. "Yeah, this is officer Slate, I have a 512 in progress, man in space suit blocking road with time machine, over. Do you copy?"
"Copy that, Slate. Proceed with Caution."
Slate pulled out his pistol and turned the corner to face the two men. "Drop your weapons and put your hands in the air or I'll shoot."
The chief reached in the pod to grab Slate's file. Slate cocked his pistol. "Put you're hands in the air now!" His K-9 companion Shadow jumped out the car window and growled at the chief.
"Holy shit." Kang said, looking at the huge husky.
"Yeah, it's him."
"Jack Slate?" asked Kang.
"Who the hell are you?"
"No time to explain," Kang said, "The future needs you or something..."
"I am the Master Chief of the UNSC. I come from the year 2552 and I was sent through time to assemble a team to fight the alien race which threatens the survival of mankind."
"Fuck off." Jack Slate said, still holding his gun at the Chief.
"Go ahead, shoot him." Kang said.
"Who the hell are you?!" Slate asked.
"Officer Nick Kang, LAPD."
"LAPD? The hell are you doing all the way over here?"
"You see, the chief here has time travel machine which can also go wherever he wants so we're here to pick you up."
"Why me?" Slate asked.
"Because," the chief said, "You're on the list of suggested subjects that will help save the future."
"Well, take me off the list."
"The future of mankind is depending on you."
"How do I know this is all true?"
The chief threw him his file. Slate glanced at it, his eyes widened. "This...is my future? Date of death August 30th 2003? KIA?"
"You can change your future. But first, help me change mine."
"This all seems, unbelievable." Slate said.
"Tell me about it," Kang said.
Slate tossed the folder back to the Master Chief. "God damn it," Slate said, putting his gun back in his holster, "Let's go."
Shadow whimpered. "Sorry boy, I'll radio the boys to tell them to pick you up. I gotta go away for a while." The dog jumped back into the car and Jack radioed. He then went back to the Chief and Slate. They all went inside the pod, and before they knew it, they were back in Sector M-9.
"What took you so long?" Samus was their, with her hand on her hip. Her helmet was off. Her long blonde hair flowed down the back of her suit. Her blue eyes looked at the three men.
All three men's eyes shot open. Of course, you couldn't see the chief's eyes because of his helmet.
"Boys, meet Samus. She's on the team." The chief said.
"Pleased to meet you," Kang said with a smile.
"As am I." Slate said. The two of them gave each other a quick glance then turned their attention back to Samus.
"You two stay here, I have two more subjects to pick up in 2003. Hey doc, will you suit these guys up and show them the weapons we have?" The Chief asked the head scientist in charge. His name was Dr. Dufraime, but everyone called him Dr. D, or simply Doc.
"Certainly, Master Chief, sir. Come with me." He motioned toward Nick and Jack.
Samus watched the two men walk off to the armory. She laughed at the chief after they were out of sight. "Unbelievable! They've been here for 5 minutes and they're gockin' all over me already."
"Looks like you're going to have some fun with this." The chief said. Samus smiled. "I'm off. Watch those two for me, will ya?"
Samus nodded. The chief stepped inside the pod.