Chapter Two- Black Ops
Bogo's point of view
Three days later
I looked away from the tv when one of the doctors came in "Mr Bogo you have a visitor" who? I asked as the doctor looked at a paper "private Michael Writeman" send him in, I need to talk to him in private "I understand, he'll be right in" he said before stepping out and closing the door, the door remained closed for a few minutes until the grizzly came in with a hardened face. I sat up and immediately asked my first question, sitrep Manson, he grinned as he sat down next to me "the station is fine, I think that's the least of our worries right now Bogo" I shook my head, I look like hell don't I? "I'm not gonna lie, you look fucked to shit, I saved your ass again with that little syringe I have" he said taking out a pack of cigars and beginning to light one, you can't smoke in a hospital Manson, he leaned back in the chair and blew smoke out of his mouth "have I ever given a shit about the law Bogo?" I chuckled a bit, ten years later and you're still nothing but a pain in the ass "is that a compliment?" I don't know, everybody's gonna have a lot of questions now Manson, I hope you've got answers "yeah well sometimes you can't recover from having your cover blown, but . . ." I could see him look me in the eye "in the case that only the ZPD knows who we really are, let's keep it that way" we? What do you mean we? Your the one who's supposed to be dead Mason, he sighed "yeah and so are you, welcome to the club" my two best officers are already very suspicious of you, I can tell from the ride in the ambulance "so what?" He asked holding the cigar in between his fingers, I think they're capable of keeping the truth, I said in all seriousness, not expecting him to laugh "do you really think I'm gonna tell them everything we did for the government? That'd be really illegal because the CIA doesn't like ops like ours getting leaked, I'll be damned if I told anyone the actual story" fine, tell them the short story then "why are you putting so much trust in a few rookies?" Technically your a rookie Manson, you are ranked private, he chuckled as he threw the cigar on the ground and stomped on it "the hell I am, still answer the question" I sighed, I'll put it this way, they're good cops and it wouldn't be right if I didn't tell them who you are.
"Your really pushing me here Bogo but tell them the least possible" he said getting up and reaching into his pocket, what's the least possible? "That's up to you and take this, you'll need it in case they come back to finish the job" he said putting a pistol on the table in front of me, you really have no regard for the law do you? He smiled "everything we do is illegal Bogo, just use it if you need to" he said beginning to walk out, hey wait a minute! I yelled making him turn, what exactly have you been doing since your suicide? He tilted his head at the question "why do you need to know?" As a friend and your partner Manson.
He closed the door and sat down again, well? He gritted his teeth "well after I went dark in 06 I continued doing dirty work, few tours in the Middle East, intelligence missions, worked with a few government agencies and the Israelis" you went back to . . . "No I didn't, I don't need a contract to kill someone anymore, I did it if I was ordered to, there's still a lot you don't know about me Bogo, it's best to manage what you say" your saying that like it's supposed to be a threat "that's because it is . . . It's a friendly one though" so you have ties with government agencies? "I have plenty more assets and mammals who owe me a favor, you know who did this right?" I've been trying to remember, I've got nothing but what happened after the explosion, I said as he looked at his watch "I have to go, we'll be in touch" he said getting up and walking out.
Nick's point of view
What do you think that was about Carrots? I asked as we waited in the waiting room to see Bogo "huh?" Michael, what do you think that was about? The way he and Bogo spoke, it's not normal for a guy on his first day to be able to call him by his actual name without getting threatened or disciplined, she raised her brow "you've got a point, nobody calls Bogo, Bogo when he's around, you think we should ask him?" Definitely, hey can we come in now? I asked as a doctor walked by "in a moment, Mr Bogo's talking with a visitor right now but he should be finished in a few . . ." The doctor paused as the private walked out of Bogo's room and looked at us as he walked away "now, you can come right in," he said, making us get up and run over to the door.
"Wilde, Hopps!" He ordered sitting up "I wasn't expecting you two in uniform" is that a problem Chief? "No it isn't" everything's . . . "Only partially damaged, I heard" . . . How? "A friend" he said sipping the cup in front of him, you mean private Michael, I asked as he cleared his throat "why did he talk to you like that? I thought no officer was allowed to call you by your name" "there's one exception Hopps" what makes him so special? He shook his head ". . . His name isn't Michael, it's Frederick Manson" Manson? You mean . . . ? He nodded slowly "my old partner before I was given this position" "I thought he committed suicide though" "no, never, he went off the radar and did . . ." What? "It's classified Wilde" what about the rest? "The rest, that's what you need to know," he said, sitting up "me and Manson go way back to before the force . . . We were a black ops team operating in the Middle East to find Al-Queada leaders and weapons dealers, Manson wasn't our leader but was the most experienced out of all of us because he was in the same role during the height of the Cold War, he's still the most experienced out of all of us to this day" so your telling us that this old guy, faked his death to get out of the force and that you and him worked together? "It was the only way I'd let him do it, believe it or not he was an outstanding officer, for a time he enjoyed the work but his past got to him and despite his many gray hairs he's still very capable of doing much more than any of our officers can do, the point is that he's back in the ZPD and you two will be partnered with him, he's not a private, he's experienced and trained to either restrain or kill anyone with elite skill and with anything he finds, from just looking at him I can tell he already has a hunch on who's behind this" you want us, two rookie cops, to work with who's basically a hardened killer? I said laughing "that's an order, now go" he said harshly.
