New York City Police Department
Incident Report
Incident Number 103104
Submitted by: Detective Frank Imperioli
It was a long week. I had been working day and night to solve my case, but at some point the Chief decided my time would be better spent in his office getting my chops busted instead of on the streets busting chops. Earlier in the week I ended up going blow for blow with that filthy rat McDade during our little back-alley interrogation. I was worse for the wear and I still wasn't any closer to bringing that little girl's killer to justice. The last thing I needed was the Chief cramming the words "loose" and "cannon" down my throat in the same sentence.
Time was running out. They were about to close my case and I was one more pistol whipping away from losing my badge. I had to come up with some answers and fast. So I got my shit together, cleaned up as best as I could and hit the streets. Hard.
The only thing I learned that night was how far a man can walk until he reaches the edge. I didn't come up with anything at the first scumhole I hit except some torn knuckles and a buzz. But a tip from some friends said I could find some action at Otto's Shrunken Head. The only action that Otto's had to offer was the bad kind. The kind that gets you drunk. Skryche, his cute little dame vyeseleph, PresidentNumber2, luckyP, and JohnnyIsSwell all did their best to keep me on the right track, but I was weak. My mind was a mouthful of broken teeth and the only way to make it better was to rinse it out with whisky. Lots and lots of whisky.
Just when I thought it was over, I got another hot lead that took me over to Opaline. My anonymous lead was none other than a half naked temptress that went by the name of freyja. She had information that I needed, and she wasn't going to give it up until I got my broken ass on the dancefloor. I'm sure her accomplice Llona knew a thing or two, but I didn't have enough time to find out. Maybe interrogation by dance doesn't work as well as I thought.
The end of the night hit me like a truck and knocked me to the street, and I might as well have stayed there for all the good I did. My trick was a closed case and my treat was a nice fat suspension. I only wish I could have turned my hangover in with my badge.
Incident Report
Incident Number 103104
Submitted by: Detective Frank Imperioli
It was a long week. I had been working day and night to solve my case, but at some point the Chief decided my time would be better spent in his office getting my chops busted instead of on the streets busting chops. Earlier in the week I ended up going blow for blow with that filthy rat McDade during our little back-alley interrogation. I was worse for the wear and I still wasn't any closer to bringing that little girl's killer to justice. The last thing I needed was the Chief cramming the words "loose" and "cannon" down my throat in the same sentence.
Time was running out. They were about to close my case and I was one more pistol whipping away from losing my badge. I had to come up with some answers and fast. So I got my shit together, cleaned up as best as I could and hit the streets. Hard.
The only thing I learned that night was how far a man can walk until he reaches the edge. I didn't come up with anything at the first scumhole I hit except some torn knuckles and a buzz. But a tip from some friends said I could find some action at Otto's Shrunken Head. The only action that Otto's had to offer was the bad kind. The kind that gets you drunk. Skryche, his cute little dame vyeseleph, PresidentNumber2, luckyP, and JohnnyIsSwell all did their best to keep me on the right track, but I was weak. My mind was a mouthful of broken teeth and the only way to make it better was to rinse it out with whisky. Lots and lots of whisky.
Just when I thought it was over, I got another hot lead that took me over to Opaline. My anonymous lead was none other than a half naked temptress that went by the name of freyja. She had information that I needed, and she wasn't going to give it up until I got my broken ass on the dancefloor. I'm sure her accomplice Llona knew a thing or two, but I didn't have enough time to find out. Maybe interrogation by dance doesn't work as well as I thought.
The end of the night hit me like a truck and knocked me to the street, and I might as well have stayed there for all the good I did. My trick was a closed case and my treat was a nice fat suspension. I only wish I could have turned my hangover in with my badge.
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I'm waiting for a can of Crunk to fly out of an unmarked car and take me out gangsta-style.