Author's Note - F# - 1%
Stahl and Sully sat in their cruiser, speeding back to the precinct. They were the first ones to arrive on the crime scene, and had left it last as well. They both took it extremely hard. Frederick had been a role model for them both, not to mention the man who'd hired them. Sully, especially, seemed to take it as an extremely personal blow.
After minutes of silence, Stahl spoke.
"Sully. It pains me to ask this, but I need to know. Was it you?"
Sully was taken aback by the question.
"Bitch. What the fuck are you saying? Of course it isn't me! Why the fuck are you pointing fingers right now? And what fucking reasoning could you possibly have to indict me? I'm your fucking partner, Stahl! What the actual fuck?"
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I just... On the phone with Chrom... There was an explosion. I think the claims made in that letter are legitimate."
Sully whacked the back of his head with the palm of her hand.
"Do I even need to ask why you kept this from me?"
"It proves you're innocent. That reaction was genuine."
"So help me Stahl, if you weren't driving, I'd fucking pummel you into the motherfucking ground right the fuck now."
"C'mon Sully, be serious. It looks like we're being targeted by one of our own. I didn't think it WAS you, but I needed to be sure. Accusations are going to be running wild, and I need to be able to trust my partner."
"You hadn't before?"
Stahl was silent.
"Pull over, Stahl. You're fucking dead. How many years have we worked together?"
"I mean, not that many, Chrom hasn't been gone for THAT long..."
"Bitch, pull the fuck over and don't talk to me unless I'm talking to your sorry excuse for a face."
Stahl pulled over, and prepared for the inevitable.
"Get out of the car. We're doing this man to fucking man."
"Sully, this isn't the time, lives could be at stake."
"Bitch, I know for a fact that your life is. Get the fuck out of the car, right fucking now."
Stahl sighed, and killed the ignition. Slowly, he got out of the car. As soon as he was out, his hot headed partner flew her door open, slammed it behind her, and stomped over to him, slapping him as soon as she was within range of his face.
"Get your shit together, man. Yeah, I get it. I fucking get it. One person, out of our small, little police force, is killing the rest. Want me to emphasize it for you? ONE. This is exactly what the motherfucker wants."
"Sully, I don't think you-"
"Shut the fuck up."
"But, Sully-"
"What the fuck did I just fucking say?"
She slapped him again.
"All I ask, is some trust. Is that too much? I've been with you all fucking day. Do you really think, out of our entire police force, I'd be the one to kill someone?"
As Stahl was about to speak, Sully interjected.
"That wasn't you."
Stahl closed his mouth, and shook his head.
"That's what I thought. Give me the keys."
"They're in the car..."
"Fine. Let's get in the fucking car, and go fuck a bitch up."
Sully took the driver's seat, as Stahl grabbed passenger. As soon as they were in, she started the engine, turned on the lights and sirens, and sped the rest of the way to the precinct.
As the youngest, and newest, member of the police force, Ricken was often left out of the loop. So, for him, it was business as usual going into the police building. Robin rushed by him on his way out, and he thought she looked... Madder than usual. He brushed it off. He walked into the buildings, taking special care to close the door behind him. Doing this probably saved his life, or at least prolonged it. As soon as the door was shut, Robin's vehicle erupted in a ball of flame, and make shift shrapnel blew everywhere. The glass of the door shattered, and without even looking behind him, Rickon sprinted away from the explosion.
"Holy gravy!" He shouted out, diving behind Robin's desk, barreling into the other, and now only, Robin as he did so.
"Watch it!" Robin shouted
"Sorry, sir! I was just worried for my life, is all. Please, don't kick me out."
"And cut the sass. What the fuck was that?"
"I don't know, Robin."
"Well... Let's go check it out, yeah?"
"Okay."
Out from beneath the desk, they glanced around. The front of the building, as well as the parking lot, had been destroyed. Other than that, though, destruction had been kept to a minimum.
"It's almost like..." Robin began.
"They weren't targeting us..." Ricken finished.
The other officers in the precinct, which at the time included Sumia, Lissa, Virion, Lon'qu, and Gregor rushed outside, led by Chrom. Ricken didn't look to see what Robin was doing, and ran over to join the others. Chrom had stopped them at what seemed to be the origin of the explosion - a flaming head of metal that he presumed had been a car at one point.
"This was Robin's..." Chrom spoke almost inaudibly
"What?" Robin was at his side now.
"Robin. This was Robin's car. Oh, Naga." Chrom pointed to what Ricken assumed was blood in the car.
Chrom turned away, his eyes of tears.
"Get everyone here. Now."
Grima prepared their weapon of choice for the next murder from their location. They smiled. All was going according to plan so far. The next few targets would almost certainly leave them disorganized, allowing Grima to maximize their victims. They even had a list. They hoped that they would be able to follow that list, but mistakes do happen, and you should always be prepared for the unexpected. Grima grinned. It was time.
Vaike and Miriel, much like Stahl and Sully, sat in silence. However, they had a great lack of tension within the car. Miriel, with her vast intelligence, had figured out that someone was targeting police officers, and Vaike wasn't bright enough to suspect her. Miriel knew it wasn't Vaike for the exact same reason. After minutes of silence, she spoke.
"We need to be prepared, Vaike."
"Huh? What for?"
"Even you aren't that dim."
"Oh! Right. The murder thing. Yeah. Are you sure it's a cop?"
"Almost positive. In fact, I would bet my existence upon it, assuming I was one to gamble."
"Well... Okay. You've got me convinced. But only because your the goddam smartest person I've ever met."
"Please. That only begins to describe me. But I digress. Be ready, Vaike. I'd hate to see you die prematurely."
"You too!"
They pulled into the police station's parking lot, where a lot of people seemed to be crowded around a burning heap of metal. Miriel exchanged a glance with Vaike, and they got out of the car to join them, and discover what happened.
Lucina had fled from the scene hours before Robin left. It was so fucking unfair. She had had to work hard to rise to her position, and she had, as the top student in the police academy. But now, her inept father's bimbo had come along, and her inept father himself. It looked to her as if a request of a transfer would be the best course of action. So, she went home, and spent several hours perfecting it. Finally, when it was completed, and certain to push all of the right buttons on both her father and his slut, she left to go back to the station.
She arrived at the same time as Vaike and Miriel. She saw the wreckage, and flew herself from the car. She couldn't care less about Chrom, or the female Robin, but the death of her Robin would probably throw her over the edge. She sighed with relief. Robin was speaking with Chrom. Who... Was crying? She went over to investigate.
Grima held the weapon, which was a dart laced with poison, as tightly as they dared. Quickly, and silently, they moved towards their target, and pricked them gently. Grima glanced down at the dart, and saw blood was on it. Satisfied, they blended back into the crowd, knowing full well their victim was dead. Or did they? Perhaps they shot the dart from a distance, and knew the victim's fate was sealed with their wince of pain. All that is truly known is that the person - who is about to be revealed - died, and the method of death.
"Chrom. There is a better course of action to take! Naga, man, this is what they want!"
"Shut the fuck up, Robin. Or better yet, go fuck my daughter. That seems to be the only thing you're good at. Robin is dead. And it was an officer. That's all we know."
"So you gather all of us in one place? Are you truly so eager to die, man?"
Chrom was about to answer, but instead, he seemed to cringe, as if in pain. Seconds later, he began seizing, and fell to the ground. After several spasms, he abruptly stopped, and let out a final, soft cry. And then he spoke no more. Chrom was dead.
