A/N: You know I get emails from telling me when I get a new follower and one of the most recent one's I got was a user by the name of TAINTLORD. I don't have a real reason for bringing this up. I just like that name, TAINTLORD sounds epic.
For this chapter we'll be looking at another member of the Centaur family the...Centaur. In the Bicorn chapter I mentally debated if the main character in that chapter should use the horse vagina or not. I ultimately decided not for that one, but not this time. I know having sex with animal genitalia is a taboo and illegal thing, but in a world where half the women are technically animals anything goes.
The idea for this chapter was I always wanted to write a clichéd buddy cop story, hence since I used to watch a lot of 80s action movies. Honestly I thought this was a lot fun to write, I hit all the tropes: angry superior, shootouts, a guy two weeks away from retirement getting killed, illogical explosions, and my personal favorite someone telling one of the main cops he's a loose cannon who doesn't play by the rules. As to why I did this, I just wanted to mix things up a little.
Chapter 27
My name is Donald McFarland. I'm a cop, been working on the beat for the past few years. Have I gotten a few of my fellow officers injured in the line of duty? Sure. Have gotten into a fire fight? A few. But I got the job done.
One day I was called in the Captain's office. Probably to tell me the Mayor is going to present me the key to the city.
"You wanted to see me Captain?" I asked.
"McFarland you're out of line!" he shouted.
"Typical Randallston, always flying off the handle." I said sitting down.
"I'm serious, I've got the Mayor and the Commissioner up my ass about the last stunt you pulled." he said.
"Come on chief, how was I supposed to know that car was going to explode?" I asked.
"Regardless your days of going solo are over." he said picking up the phone.
"No, you didn't." I said.
"Send her. McFarland meet your new partner. We had her transferred from another precinct." Capt. Randallston said hanging up the phone.
A woman walked in; she was dress in a navy blue uniform, her light brown hair was tied up in a bun, but most importantly she had the lower half of a horse.
"Denise Ambridge, your captain has told me a lot about you." she said extending her hand to me.
"Uh-huh, can you excuse us for a minute?" I asked her.
She looked at the captain and he nodded at her. I wanted until the door was closed behind before speaking.
"With all due respect sir, but what the fuck!?" I exclaimed.
"You brought this on yourself McFarland." he said.
"Pardon the pun sir, but this is horse shit! I don't need a partner!" I shouted.
"You're a loose cannon McFarland and you don't play by the rules!" he shouted.
"I play by the rules, my own!" I retorted.
"Either you work with Ambridge or I'm suspending your ass!" he shouted.
After being berated by the captain, I left his office in a huff. I don't need a partner, never have never will. Speaking of which my new "partner" was waiting for me.
"Is your business with the captain completed? If so, I am ready to get to work." she said.
"Listen here princess, I don't like you. I'm letting you working so Randallston gets off my ass." I said.
"I'm sorry if you find our partnership unsatisfactory." she said.
"Spare me your ivy league diction. Just meet me at the corner of 5th and Faust." I said.
"Meet you there? Why can't we go there together?" she asked.
"Because I don't have any room in my car for you. Unless you're offering a ride?" I asked.
"Given your additude towards me, I don't think that would be appropriate." she said.
"Alright then, meet at 5th and Faust. Oh and wear something more discreet." I said.
I drove to where I told Ambridge to meet me. By the time I got there I was surprised to find Ambridge arriving not to long after. She approached my car.
"Hope that wasn't a long trip for you rookie." I said sarcastically.
"Not at all, but why are we meeting here?" she asked.
"You see that guy over?" I asked her pointing to a man standing idle near an alleyway.
"Yes I see him." she said.
"Name's Santiago, he's working for a local drug gang, the Fleshpit Vipers." I said.
"Vaguely pornographic name aside, what interest do you have in them?" she asked.
"Let's say it's complicated." I said.
Santiago pulled a phone out his dinghy yellow hoodie and started walking up the street.
"He's moving, stay close." I said getting out of my car.
Ambridge and I were following Santiago, keeping closer but not too close so that we'd spook him. He was talking on the phone, but I couldn't hear much and Santiago wasn't much help, responding with a series of yeahs and uh-huhs. I locked an arm around Ambridge.
'What are you doing!?' she asked in a harsh whisper.
'Making it look like we're a couple. Don't want him to suspect we're following him.' I whispered back.
We kept following for awhile. Eventually he went into a fish market.
"What is he doing here?" Ambridge asked.
"Don't know, maybe this is where he meets his supplier?" I said.
Santiago stopped and crouched down and tie his shoe. Suddenly he shot up and started running.
"Shit, I think he made us!" I shouted and started running after him.
I ran through the market, Santiago had a head start on me and the wet ground wasn't helping me catch up. He almost got away until Ambridge knocked him over and pinned him under her hoof.
"What are doing!? I didn't do nothing man!" Santiago shouted.
"Funny how when someone says they didn't do anything they end up running." Ambridge said.
"Hey, good work there." I said running up to them.
"Tell this horse bitch to get off me!" Santiago shouted.
"Oh she'll let you go, but only if you give me the name of the head of the Fleshpit Vipers." I said.
"I don't know who he is, I just go through one of there suppliers." he said.
"What's his name, where is he?" I asked.
"Vernon, he works in a warehouse on the east side." he answered.
I nodded at Ambridge and she lifted her hoof off of Santiago. Santiago got off the ground and ran off. Hope he finds a nice dark hole to crawl into. Time to pay this Vernon a visit.
"Mr. McFarland, a word." Ambridge said.
"What is it?" I asked irritated.
"I'm going to assume that the captain doesn't know you're doing this. Which I can also assume that you have some personal vendetta against this gang." she said.
"You know what they about those who assume right? It's makes an ass of you and me." I said.
"If you don't tell me your reasoning for going after this gang I'll have to report this to Capt. Randallston." she said.
"Must be so stoic? *sigh* Fine, I'll tell you. But not here, I know a place to talk." I said.
We went to a dinner I like to frequent. I ordered the usual, a chicken melt and Ambridge ordered a coffee.
"You sure you don't want anything else?" I asked taking a bite into my melt.
"No I'm fine. Now why are you going after the Fleshpit Vipers?" she asked.
"A few years ago I was still a rookie. My partner at the time was Dennis Ackerman. Older guy, some where in his mid to late fifties. Was a husband, a father, and a grandfather." I said.
"Was? Don't you mean is?" she asked after taking a sip of her coffee.
"No. See about a few weeks when I started, we got a call about a group of individuals went in some storehouse. The group turned out to be the Fleshpit Vipers. I thought at the time it was my chance to be a hero. Dennis wanted to play it safe, since he was only a few weeks from retirement when I joined up." I said.
"Don't tell me your partner..." she began.
"I rushed in, even when Dennis said we should wait for backup. But being as brash as I was and still am I ran. A firefight started and Dennis got killed." I said staring out the window.
"That's why you're after them?" she asked.
"Yep; I fucked up, got my partner killed and now I want payback." I said.
"Donald, taking out this gang won't bring your partner back. If anything it'll get you killed." she said.
"You going to stop me? I'm taking down this gang with or without you." I said.
"I don't think that will be necessary. I want to help you." she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"I don't intend for you to get killed, especially since I could've prevented it from happening." she said.
"Alright, but if we're working together you need to know a few things." I said.
Ambridge nodded and pulled out a note pad from her breast pocket.
"First the Fleshpit Vipers are the toughest drug gang in town. The sell a powerful drug known as Viper Spit. It's made from various Mamono vemon. It's used not just as a hallucination but also as an aphrodisiac." I explained.
"What so bad about that?" she asked.
"It's addictive and if taken too much it'll over stimulate your brain and fry it. Leaving you in a perpetual catatonic state of pure ecstasy." I answered.
"That's sounds awful." Ambridge commented.
"It is, bad enough when Mamono subject a man to endless pleasure, but at least they know their partner's limits. But this drug it keeps you locked into pleasure until you die and that ain't no way to live." I said.
"Aside from our current lead, do you know who's in charge?" she asked.
"No, but hopefully this Vernon will tell us who's in charge." I answered.
"What are we waiting for, let's put a end to them." she said.
We paid for our meal and drove down to the east side. Well I drove, Ambridge walked there. Santiago wasn't real specific as to which warehouse the Vipers were operating in. There was maybe like a dozen warehouses on the east side, but I figured they were in the one with a load of criminals in it.
We eventually found a warehouse where shady individuals were going into it. We started staking it out before we planned our method of attack.
"How many do you think are in there?" Ambridge asked me.
"A dozen guys, at best." I said.
"I don't think we have the firepower to combat them." she said.
"Don't worry about that." I said.
I popped open the trunk of my car and pulled out a shotgun.
"This should help." I said closing the trunk.
"I don't know, maybe we should call for backup." she said.
"Ambridge...Denise, do you trust me?" I asked.
"I...yes, I do trust you." she said.
"I trust you, I know we've got off on the wrong foot/hoof but we can do this. Dennis trusted me, but I didn't trust him and that got him killed." I said.
"I thought it was because you were reckless." she said.
"Semantics, we need to get this done. You still with?" I asked.
Denise removed her pistol from her holster and removed the safety.
"Let's go." she said.
Getting into the warehouse was easy, someone left the back door unlocked. After that, we snuck our way through the warehouse until we saw a group of guys. They were all pretty generic looking save for one. He had slicked back black hair, a pencil thin mustache, and a white pinstripe suit.
'Vernon?' Denise whispered to me.
'Smart money says yeah," I whispered back. "Okay, don't start shooting until they do. If that happens be careful with Vernon, we need him alive."
We moved out from behind the crates we were standing behind, weapons pointing at the group.
"Police, hands where we can see them!" I shouted.
"Officers, to what do we owe this visit?" the man in the suit asked.
"You Vernon?" I asked.
"I might be, but what is your business with us?" he asked.
"We wish to receive information on the identity and location of your boss." Denise said.
"Oh really? And uh...how do plan on getting this information? I count about thirteen of us and two of you." Vernon said.
"I called for backup awhile ago." I lied.
"Really? Huh, you know what I think? I think you're full of shit and your department doesn't know you're here." he said and his goons pulled out various guns.
"The ownership of automatic weapons is prohibited under article 6 subsection 12 of the..." Denise began.
"Uh, Ambridge? I don't think they care about what the law about firearms is." I interrupted.
The gang started shooting. Ambridge and I managed to get behind cover. Dozen of bullets pelting our position.
"What do we now!?" Denise shouted.
"Give me a minute! I didn't think they have submachine guns!" I shouted back.
I looked around for anything that would help us. I spotted a crate dangling above three guys and small oxygen tank by a few others.
"I got an idea. When I give signal, shoot the rope that crate is on," I said. "Ready? 3...2...1 now!"
We came out from cover, Denise shot the rope, and I took aim with my shotgun and fired at the oxygen tank. The rope snapped and the crate crashed down on the one group. The oxygen tank exploded knocking back the other group.
"See that? Took out about half of them!" I said.
"Great, but we still have the other half." Denise said.
"That sass I hear?" I asked cocking my shotgun.
"Just stating a matter of fact." she said.
I rounded our cover and blasted one dude in the chest. Denise rounded our cover and shot two guys, one in the leg and one in the arm. Now it was down to the last three and Vernon.
"Let's go!" Vernon shouted.
Vernon and the rest of his men ran out of the warehouse. Denise and I running after, only to find them pile into a car and drive off. I ran back to my car only to find the tires slashed.
"Damn it, my tires are fucked!" I shouted.
"We can't let them get away." Denise said.
"Give me a ride." I said.
"Excuse me!?" she exclaimed.
"You can't go after them by yourself and there's no way I'm going to keep up on foot. So we can argue about this or we can do our fucking jobs." I said.
"But...ugh, fine get on." she said crouching down.
I swung one leg over her horse half and she raised herself up.
"You don't have something I can hold on too, do ya?" I asked.
"Should've thought of that before you climbed on." she retorted.
Denise took off, I grabbed her waist subconsciously, but that didn't stop her sprint. We were closing in on Vernon's car.
"Any ideas how to stop them?" Denise asked.
"Yeah, just one." I said.
I pulled out my pistol and took aim. I aimed for the tires and fired. The front tire popped, and the car swerved into a fire hydrant. Tons of water pouring onto the street. The driver and front passenger were fine, air bags knocked them out. The other passenger came out of the car gun at the ready. I shot him in the shoulder, then I jumped off of Denise and ripped Vernon out of his vehicle.
"Alright Vern, you're under arrest for drug trafficking, attempted assault on two officers of the law, possession of illegal firearms, and being an asshole." I said slamming him onto the truck of his car and cuffing him.
"You've got nothing on me pig! I work for powerful people." Vernon said.
"And who might that be?" I asked.
"I ain't telling you shit!" he snapped.
"Mr. Vernon, you have the right to remain silent anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." Denise said.
"Bite me bitch!" he snapped again.
"Hey, the lady is reading you your rights! Now let her finish before I enact my right to knock your teeth out." I said slamming his face into the truck.
"You two have no idea who you're fucking with." he said.
"You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights to which you are given?" she asked.
"Yeah I do." he sneered.
"Alright then, let's take him to jail." I said.
"Don't get too excited, I'll be out within the hour." Vernon said smugly.
I tossed Vernon into the back of my car. I then had it towed to the nearest service station to get my tires replace. After that I drove that dick head to station and tossed him in the cell. I can't wait to see the look on the captain's face.
"The fuck were you two thinking!?" Randallston shouted.
"Sir, we were going after a notorious drug gang." Denise explained.
"A shootout at a privately owned business, a dozen confirmed casualties, and a destroyed fire hydrant!" he shouted.
"Sir you don't understand, he's a part of Fleshpit Vipers." I said.
"Yeah well he just lawyered up. He said you two busted into his business, shot up the place and destroyed his car." he said.
"They fired at us! They were in possession illegal firearms!" Denise exclaimed.
"It doesn't matter, he's paid his bail and you two broke in that warehouse without a warrant. He threatened to sue for the damage to his car, unless I suspended you, both of you." he said.
"Chief this was my call, punish me if you want but not her." I said.
"I already made up my mind. Hand over your guns and your badges." he said.
We relinquished our guns. I tossed my badge at him, Denise seemed to stare at hers for a minute and then handed to him.
"I'm disappointed in you Ambridge. I expected you'd try to keep McFarland on a tight leash." Randallston said and walked away.
Just then Vernon walked by us with a smug douchey grin on his face.
"See you later officers, let's not make a halibut out of this." he said.
"What a weird fucking thing to say." I commented.
We both decided to go to the diner. I was upset about our situation and so was Denise. Although she seemed more melancholy about this.
"I can't believe it, we had him we fucking had him." I said.
"I shouldn't have let you talk me into this. I've never let anything like this happen before." Denise said with her head in hands.
"Look, I'm sorry you dragged down with me." I said apologetically.
"Sorry doesn't get off suspension now does it!?" she snapped.
"Look I'm sorry, you're angry with me and you have every right to be. But lashing out at isn't helping." I said.
"You...no, you're right I'm sorry I snapped at you. But what do we do now?" she asked.
"I don't know, I'm going home and try to figure things out." I said getting up from the booth.
I left the diner and was walking home. I figured the night air could clear my head a bit. I soon noticed that a car was creeping slowly behind me. I sensed something was off. One of the windows rolled down and a hail of bullets sprayed from it. I ducked behind a nearby car but a bullet clipped me in the shoulder.
The car sped off after that. I was still behind the car bleeding profusely from my gunshot wound. Denise suddenly ran up to me.
"Donald, are you alright!?" she asked worryingly.
"Yeah, bastard nailed me in the shoulder. How did you find me?" I asked.
"Just left the diner, I saw a car driving down the same way you went. I didn't think of it at first glance, but I saw Vernon in the car. I rushed over to you, but when I heard the gunshots I feared the worst." she explained.
"Asshole, if he managed to where I was he probably knows where I live too." I said struggling to get up.
"We should get you to a hospital." she said.
"No, that's the first place he'll look for me." I said.
"If we can't go to a hospital and we can't go to your place where can we go?" she asked.
I thought for a moment.
"Can you remove a bullet?" I asked.
Denise took me to her apartment. I took my shirt off and sat down on a cushion in her bedroom. She brought in a first aid kit from her bathroom.
"Hold still." she said digging a pair of tweezers into my wound.
"*hiss* Is deep?" I asked.
"Not much, I should...have it out...in...got it!" she exclaimed pulling the bullet out.
"Agh, thanks for that." I said.
"This might sting a little." she said as poured rubbing alcohol on a cloth and started to rub it on my wound.
"This might be a bad time to ask, but why'd you become a police officer?" I asked.
"My parents were cops. Served on the force for twenty years. I guess I followed their example." she said cleaning out my wound.
"Is that why you got upset at me? You wanted to make them proud that you were a cop?" I asked.
"Yeah...but, why'd you want to go into law enforcement?" she asked.
"I didn't have parents that served, no I was a bit of a punk. I didn't anyone or the rules. But when I was in high school and heard about everyone talking about they're futures I felt...I don't know left out." I said.
"Did something happen?" she asked.
"Yeah, I met a guy. A police officer who was at a job fair. Told me about how I can make a difference in my community." I said.
"He must've been very convincing." she said as she was stitching up my wound.
"More than enough, I became his partner." I said.
"Wait you mean..." she began.
"Yup, Dennis Ackerman. I felt more guilty that he died, because he believed I could change." I said.
"Well, I don't think you're too bad. A little gung-ho, but you've done alright with me." she said finishing my stitching.
"Well, it's nice to have someone looking out for me for a change." I said.
"You also have a good body." she said rubbing my chest.
"I work out, and you don't look so bad yourself." I said rubbing her shoulders.
"You know I didn't let you on my back at first because Centaurs only let men we like ride us." she said cheeks becoming red.
"Really?" I questioned seductively.
"In fact when a man rides us it makes us feel for a lack of a better word...horny." she said.
"How about I help you that?" I asked unbuttoning her blouse.
Once unbuttoned I was delighted to find a baby blue bra cradling two large tits. I freed those beauties from their cotton prison, but as a safety precaution I gave them a good long pat down. She moaned as I fondled her breasts. As I continued to do this, she reached down and removed my pants, freeing my own prisoner.
"Goodness, you're so big!" she gasped stroking my cock.
"I could say the same for you." I said still kneading her mounds.
She stroked vigorously and I did the same. I haven't felt this good in awhile, but I wanted more. I unhooked her skirt and began to rub my tip against her moist lower lips. She shuttered and guided my dick inside. Once inside I began to pound away, I admit I might have been overly eager. But Denise didn't seem to care.
"Ah, yes Donald just like that! Be as rough as you want! Just don't stop!" she moaned.
I didn't, I wanted her to like this as much as I was. Until I remembered something.
"Hey, don't you Centaurs have a second vagina?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah? Why do care? Keep fucking the one you're in!" she cried.
"I wanna try it." I said removing myself from her.
I went behind her, grabbed her flanks, and jammed my rod into her horse pussy. Inside was as tight and wet as it's human counterpart. Denise let out cries of ecstasy as I continued slamming her. I never thought I would be balls into a horse vagina, than again I wasn't exactly having sex with a horse.
I was going at it so hard I might dislocate something. I looked over at Denise, she was sweating and fondling her own tits. I found this hot and I pounded her pussy hard. I was at my limit and before I could tell her how close I was, I felt her pussy gushing and then clamp down on me triggering my orgasm.
"Sorry I didn't warn you." Denise panted.
"Nah, it's cool." I said.
Later Denise took a shower and changed into a large t-shirt. I was in my underwear since I didn't feel like getting dressed.
"I want to state for the record that what happened here stays between us." she said.
"You ashamed of me? I didn't do that bad of a job did I?" I questioned sarcastically.
"I rather keep our sexual relationship outside of work." she said.
"Fine, you have anything to eat?" I asked.
"I just moved in so haven't had the chance to go shopping. But I'll see if I have anything." she said going into her kitchen.
"I can't believe that asshole tried to kill me." I said.
"You're referring to Vernon?" she asked.
"Who else, we were so close to finding out who his boss was too. If only we had some clue." I said.
"Well we can't do anything about it. I have some tuna, is that okay?" she asked.
Suddenly a switch in my brain flipped.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"I have tuna?" she said looking puzzled.
"Do you remember what Vernon said to us?" I asked.
"See you later officers?" she questioned.
"No after that." I said.
"Let's not make a habit out of this?" she questioned again.
"No, he said: 'let's not make a halibut out of this'. He was very specific." I said.
"Okay, but what does that have to do with anything?" she asked.
"Do you have a map of the city?" I asked.
She nodded and pulled out a series of maps from a cabinet. I searched through them until I found one of the east side.
"Do you remember of the warehouse we fought Vernon in?" I asked.
"Thirteen." she said.
"If I'm right then it should...there!" I exclaimed pointing at the map.
"What is it?" she asked.
"The Sloane Fish Cannery. It's near the warehouse Vernon was at, and that's where he'll be." I said.
"They must be using it as a front for manufacturing the drugs." she said.
"Exactly what I was thinking. Now, I'm not going to lie to you if we go there it might be dangerous and if we survive we'll probably go to prison." I said.
"If your trying to talk me out of going you're sorely mistaken." she said.
"I just wanted know if I was walking into hell alone." I said.
We got to the Sloane Fish Cannery. I wasn't sure how we'd be able to pull this with no guns. I came in riding Denise no doubt getting her hot and bother, but her she'll have to control her labedio for now. We snuck inside and found Vernon and a second individual obscured by shadows.
"You take care of those meddlesome cops?" the figure asked.
"I took care of the first one. We'll have the other one dead within the hour." Vernon said.
"Do it quickly, those two are endangering my operations." the figure said.
"Don't worry Mr. Davenport. I have everything under control." Vernon said.
'Holy shit! Davenport, Wesley Davenport!?' I whispered.
'Who's that?' Denise whispered back.
'He's the District Attorney. He's in charge of the Fleshpit Vipers?' I questioned.
'Seems so.' Denise said.
"Is that why you let yourself get caught at the warehouse?" Davenport asked.
"I don't know it happened sir." Vernon said apologetically.
"I do." Davenport said and snapped his fingers.
Two men dragged out Santiago. He was bloodied and beaten profusely. They sat him down in a chair and tied him up.
"So Santiago is it? Do you have any idea how much trouble you put me through!" Davenport snapped.
"P-please I didn't...I didn't tell them anything." Santiago pleaded weakly.
"Cops are bad for bad for business. Do you know what happens when business gets bad?" Davenport asked.
"N-no." Santiago said meekly.
"We're forced to do some downsizing." Davenport said producing a gun from his coat.
A shot echoed in the cannery and Santiago fell backwards in the chair. He was dead.
'Come on we can't do anything here.' I whispered.
Suddenly I felt something press against the back of my head. I looked back and a goon was standing behind me with gun pointed at my head. I turned to Denise who also had a gun pointed at her.
"Get moving and no funny business." one of the goons ordered.
We both moved out from our hiding spot and was brought before Davenport.
"Look what we found boss a couple of snoops." one of the goons said.
"Who the fuck are they?" Davenport asked.
"Shit! It's those cops." Vernon exclaimed.
"I thought you said they'd be dead?" Davenport asked.
"As it turns out Vern here is a terrible shot." I said.
"Are you the leader of the Fleshpit Vipers?" Denise asked.
"Well since I'm about to kill you it won't matter what I say. Yes I'm the leader. For the past seven years I've been using the Vipers to generate some income on the side." Davenport answered.
"Why?" I asked.
"The mayoral race is coming up and it's hard to run a campaign without funds. I using the Vipers and their drugs to get the mayor's seat, after that I turn the Vipers in and I'm a god damn hero." he said.
"Thanks, that's all I wanted to hear." Denise said and gave a swift kick to the groin of the guy holding her at gun point.
The gunman recoiled in pain and dropped his gun. I quickly elbowed the other one in the face and tried wrestling his gun out of his hand. Once I took possession of the gun I smacked the butt of it into his face. Denise and then point our guns at Davenport and Vernon. Davenport broke off into a sprint.
"I'll go after Davenport, you handle Vernon." Denise said and ran off.
"With pleasure." I said.
If I was going to fight Vernon I might as well make it fair. I tossed my gun on the ground and took a fighting stance. Vernon tossed his suit jacket off and also took a fighting stance. I took a swing at him but he dodged it and gave me a mean left cross to the face.
He pelted me with five blows, the first three connecting but I managed to block the last two. I decided to play a little more defensive, dodging and blocking each fist he threw at me. I then delivered a kick to the shins and started to wail on him.
Just as I thought I had the fight won, he drove a hard punch into my stomach knocking me to the ground. He kicked me a few times in the stomach and face, and then pulled out a switch blade.
"Now stay dead!" Vernon growled.
Just as he was about to plunge the knife into me; I rolled out of the way, and grabbed the gun.
"Hey Vernon, don't pull a knife out in a fist fight. Because the other guy could pull a gun." I said and shot Vernon right in the face.
Denise came back a moment later with Davenport slung across her back.
"Hey I thought you only let guys you liked ride you?" I asked jokingly.
"Please, I'd much rather have you ride me. What happened to Vernon?" she asked.
"He tripped." I said.
"On a gun?" she asked in disbelief.
"Accidents happen, but let's tie this asshole up." I said.
We tied up Davenport and the rest of his goons, a few hours later the police showed along with Randallston who looked pissed.
"I can't believe you two! I suspended the both of you and not even twenty-four hours later you go on another shooting spree!" he shouted.
"Sir, we have the leader of the Fleshpit Vipers." I said.
"And you think that will get you out of prison...wait is that District Attorney Wesley Davenport?" he asked looking at the bound, gagged, and bloody Wesley Davenport.
"Captain, thank god! You have to help me! These officers attacked me and killed one of my employees!" Davenport said after the captain ungagged him.
"Is this true?" Randallston asked.
"Yes, but we have proof or rather I have proof." Denise said producing a recording device.
"Where'd you get that?" I asked her.
"I took it with me. I thought we could evidence." she said.
The captain took the recording and played it back. You could hear everything, Davenport getting mentioned by name, him killing Santiago, and him confessing that ran the Fleshpit Vipers.
"The recording is fabricated, I never said any of that, I'm the victim here!" Davenport shouted.
"Tell it to the judge." Randallston said and he mentioned for two officers to take care of Davenport.
"So, you still mad at us?" I asked.
"Mad? I'm furious, you two broke a lot of laws. But, you did expose a corrupt city official and bring down a drug gang." Randallston said.
"Does that mean you're lifting our suspension?" Denise asked.
"Yeah, but I'm you. Both of you." he said.
Denise and I walked out of the cannery together and decided to go home for some rest.
"We did good work today." Denise said.
"Hell yeah we did, but I think you deserve the credit here. Your recording exposed Davenport." I said.
"Yeah, but you figured out where their base of operation was." she said.
"Well doesn't matter, we kicked ass and that's what's important. Right partner?" I asked.
"Right, partner." she said.