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SUPER VICE SQUAD! (IC, M)

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Post by Rick » Wed Nov 08, 2017 4:43 am

Episode one: "Re-Pilot"
Vice
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1. immoral or wicked behavior.
2. criminal activities involving prostitution, pornography, or drugs.
3. an immoral or wicked personal characteristic.


Interior, Morning – LAPD Headquarters; Super Vice Squad Northern Wing
The high-tech offices of the LAPD’s Super Vice Squad, large monitors gently hum as various pieces of data, evidence, and perp profiles scroll pass randomly, there doesn’t appear to be any rhyme or reason to what is shown on the screens. There’s not that many people in yet, the few that are there though are mostly eating breakfast on their desks. One of those people is Captain Detective Ricardo “Rick” Powers the Third, sitting inside his office, eating a breakfast burrito and sipping on a diet coke from Nacha’s Tacos. His Office is dimly lit, the little bit of light coming from the light bulb shines on his newspaper, the headline reads “Local Woman found dead under Santa Monica pier, choked on taco.”

Rick tosses the newspaper to the side, annoyed by the headline. He opens a drawer, takes out a packet of cigarettes, Marlboro classics, lights one and lazily puffs on it. Rick stares out his office window into the wider Vice Squad hall, looking at the two Donut brothers stuffing a chocolate Boston cream into their mouths.

Rick:
How the fuck they can eat those fucking things at all hours of the day is beyond me.

Rick stands from his desk and heads over to the large pane glass, knocking on it with his finger rather loudly just as both Brothers were about to bite down on their donuts. Rick motions for both to come into his office then plops back on his chair.

As both brothers walk in:
Rick:
Ladies! Good morning, I see you are already deep into your morning ritual.

One of the brothers tries to speak but has a mouth full of Boston cream.
Rick:
Jesus, man, chew your food and then speak, actually, don’t, both of you sit down and listen.

Rick then proceeds to bite down on his burrito, chew, take a sip of his soda and then, as if he was about to say something, decides to take another bite of the burrito and a longer sip of his soda.

Rick:
Agggh! That is delicious, boys, you should branch out into real fucking food one of these days, anyway, what the fuck are you doing in here?

Donut bothers, in unison:
You called us-

Rick puts up both his hands to halt the brothers.

Rick:
Yes! We have a lot to do today, I want to check out the crime scene again in Santa Monica, make sure we didn’t overlook anything, these taco killings are really starting to annoy me, and you know I don’t like to be annoyed. Pipsqueak, you’re with me, I put a little sauce in my soda and I don’t think it’s a good idea if I drive, you, the younger Donut brother, take your car and pick up two FBI agents flying in from D.C., they’ll be arriving at terminal two at LAX. Researchers or something, here to check out some of the files we have on our most famous cases. So when you come back here take them to the archive room and leave em there, I don’t want them poking around. Fuckin’ FBI…..

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Rick claps his hands and rubs them vigorously, shooting up and pointing to his office door.

Rick:
Alright, let’s get moving, I don’t want to get caught in traffic. Pip, we’ll take your car, but first….

Rick holsters his gun, grabs his burrito and soda, and heads out with his fellow detectives.

Interior, LAPD parking structure – Day

Detective Rick and Duncan walk towards Duncan’s 1966 purple Tornado, Rick is finished with his burrito and soda, tossing them to the floor. They get in, Duncan ignites the car, puts it into drive and then….

Rick:

Shit, I forgot my badge, give me a minute.

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Post by Palacia » Wed Nov 08, 2017 11:39 am

Interior, LAPD parking structure – Day
The relative cool, quiet parking structure of the LAPD stored many of the Super Vice Squad members cars. The parking structure’s dim gritty natural lighting set a cold hard atmosphere. A series of well lit parking spaces contrasted against the gritty lit parking structure, these of course were the parking spaces of the Super Vice Squad Soon a series of top of the line American made vehicles would fill the space, a shining beacon to the cold gritty parking structure. The low growl of a 1966 Tornado serenaded the parking structure, it’s headlights flicked on and their beams cut through the dim areas, much like how Detective Duncan Donuts cuts through crime. This was the chosen vehicle of Detective Duncan “Pipsqueak” Donuts, the self proclaimed Donut Avenger of LA. He parks, exits the vehicle. A boston cream donut in one hand and a strong, stiff black coffee in the other hand, walks inside.

Pipsqueak

As bright as it is outside, the city is as dark and trashy as this parking structure, it needs me. It needs cold hard donut justice to purify it's rotten core.

Pipsqueak enters the Super Vice Squad hall.

Interior, Morning – LAPD Headquarters; Super Vice Squad Northern Wing

The only damn thing that has kept me going through all the fucking shit I’ve seen is this donut, here, and my goddamn own blood. I am and will always be the cold vengeance, this city deserves, and no other will get in my way.
Pipsqueak raises the near boiling cup of coffee and takes a hearty drink. He proceeds to meet up with his brother, and the two prepare to feast upon the Boston Creme donut.

As they are about to take a bite of their respective donuts, the sound of a knuckle rapping against the bosses window is heard. Knowingly the two head inside.

Pipsqueak

The captain thinks he can order justice around, but I obey only the beckons of the city. However, why she chooses this man as her messenger, I know not. But, I’ll be damned if I let unserved Duncan brand donut justice go unserved.

Pipsqueak then enters Rick’s office

You called us-

He’s cut off by Rick’s further dialogue.

Pipsqueak

Giving a gruff nod, Pipsqueak heads out to the parking structure, enters the driver's side of the car and ignites the engine. It’s sweet purr hums in the parking structure.

Justice has little patience for forgotten badges, my city calls, Rick.
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Post by Trekwars » Wed Nov 08, 2017 12:29 pm

Interior, LAPD parking structure - Day:
The youngest donut detective quickly rushes over to his car, his gun holster banging against his side as he runs. His mouth, still full of Boston cream (He took another bite before he ran out) tries to mumble the instructions the boss had just given him. Finally, he reaches his car, the beauty of it enveloping him for a second. The 1980 red Slug Bug, wedged between two massive SUVs.

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MMMHHH!!!

With his mouth being full every word that comes out is muffled. He finally climbs into the car and starts to drive forward, but stops because the cars in the next row are too close. What follows is the impressive driving maneuver called a 16 point turn. After about 6 minutes of struggling the detective lets out a muffled cheer and speeds off.

Trekwars:
Mmmmmmm...... Hmmph uph coff shoshhis.....

After swallowing his mouthful he speaks again while picking up another donut, this one Jelly filled. But while he does this the bug begins to swerve in the traffic, merging in and out of lanes like a mad driver.

Trekwars:
Which airport did the boss say again? Was it LAX.... or was it, Bob Hope..... I mean, Bob Hope is closer....

After a few minutes, he pulls out his smartphone and checks google maps. Instantly he sees that LAX has a Duncan Donuts in it, so Trekwars hits the gas, speeding off across the highway doing like 50 mph, going to Duncan Donuts pick up the FBI agents.
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Post by wadjet » Thu Nov 09, 2017 3:04 pm

The flight was awful. Special Agent Holly Marie Fuchs was stuck only two aisles back from a screaming child, she had forgotten her earplugs, and the book she had picked up at the airport was absolute garbage. Her mood was already sour, and she hadn’t even met the local PD yet.

So when she saw the man holding the sign with her and her partner’s name (and a bag from Dunkin Donuts), she immediately could tell he had some awful car, like a Gremlin or a VW Bug. Yeah, no thanks. “Just pretend you don’t see him,” she murmured under her breath to her partner, Special Agent Jacqueline "Toaster" Martinez, as they walked right by the cop.

Good thing she had called ahead and got a rental for them. And had checked all the recent cases this department was handling. And wasn’t going to be satisfied getting tossed into the paperwork cave and forgotten.

“What do you say we check out their latest crime scene before dropping in on their office?”
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Post by Rick » Sat Nov 11, 2017 8:46 am

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Rick slammed the door of the Tornado once he had stepped out of the car, dashing as quickly as possible passed the stairs and towards the elevator, where he proceeded to wait a good three minutes before the elevator came down. In that time, he watched Trek do a sixteen point turn as he tried to squeeze out of a very tight parking spot and then dangerously peel out towards the smog filled streets of Los Angeles.

Pipsqueak in the meantime, reached back towards the rear seats and groped around for the half empty box of donuts he always left in the car.

“Donut Justice will be served,” He retrieved a pink frosted donut and chomps through the meal.

The hum of the 1966 Tornado was candy to his ears. He, from the confines of his car, watched his brother pull a family famous 16-point turn before speeding out into LA traffic.

“That boy…. that boy is something else,” Rick said as Trek sped off into the distance then he reached into his pocket and pulled out another cigarette, lighting it and taking a deep drag as the doors to the elevator closed.

Once the elevator doors closed, Pipsqueak revved the engine, shifted into reverse, squealed out, drove to the exit and parked.

“I am the justice this city deserves, no one, but her, makes me move,” He hit the parking brake, grabbed another donut, hit the tunes and leaned heavily against his door, eyes peering into the very soul of the city before him.

Five minutes later Rick came strolling out of fire exit, donut in hand, a lengthy line of cars behind Duncan, who had decided to wait for Rick right in the parking’s exit. Nobody honked or complained though, they knew better than to mess with the Super Vice Squad. Rick opened the door, or tried to, as it was locked. Rick knocked on the glass and then tried again, but he pulled on the lever just as Duncan unlocked the door, cancelling each other out. This went on for far longer than Rick would have liked, throwing his half eaten donut at the windshield of the car behind them in a passionate rage. Duncan took this time to properly unlock the car, with a fuming Rick getting in and taking his seat.

“Jesus, was that a fucking bit? Now I need another smoke,” Rick rolled down the passenger side window and lit another cig, then pulled out his aviator shades from his breast pocket and put them on, turning to face Duncan,” Let’s rock ‘n roll, donut boy.”

“I do not yield, unless the city implores me to, yes we shall rock ‘n roll indeed,” Pipsqueak replied, put the car into drive, revved the engine, released the parking brake, and gunned down the road making haste towards the crime scene.

It was still morning, but the LA sun was already working its magic on the city. The streets of Downtown LA were filled with workers, drivers, legions of homeless, and the odd crack head. Rick stuck his hand out his window as he slid down on his seat, enjoying the fresh smog filled air as they drove onto the freeway and towards Santa Monica. The roads where clogged, as they always were around this time, so Rick pulled out Duncan’s siren and stuck it to the roof of the car, raising the volume of the music so the actual siren sound wouldn’t dampen his mood. Somewhere along the way Rick fell asleep, waking up only when he felt Pipsqueak’s chest press against him as the lower ranking detective reached behind for another donut.

“Alright, alright, get off of me,” Rick opened the passenger side door and lazily got out, taking in the ocean with a deep breath,” I tell ya, Pips, I love the beach on a sunny day, cleans out the soul.”

Rick reached into another pocket, pulling out a joint he had been saving and lighting it.

“Alright, let’s head under the board walk and take pictures, the lab said something about scratch marks on the wood, maybe take some samples, I don’t know, let’s try and do our fucking jobs…. you want some?” Rick took a drag from the joint and then held it out to Duncan.

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Post by Moccasin » Sat Nov 11, 2017 12:11 pm

Jackie glanced back at the trash man. His hair was a mess, his face covered in glaze and his general countenance unnerving in every respect. Toaster had an uncle like trash man. He died having sex with an umbrella.

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“What do you say we check out their latest crime scene before dropping in on their office?”
"What? Yes. Let's go."

The woman shuffled awkwardly before jogging towards the exit, her blazer flapping wildly in the wind. She dropped her pen. "Shit, just leave it. Go go go go."

They managed to find their rental. Jackie settled into the driver's side, gripping the steering wheel tightly before gasping.

"I can't do this."
"Here, let's switch."
"Yeah."

They switched and the car lurched backward, launching itself out of the garage with a tight squeal.
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Post by Trekwars » Sat Nov 11, 2017 4:25 pm

Walking across the parking lot towards his car, Detective Donuts happily sips a latte while holding a donut in his other hand. Once he gets to his slug bug though, the detective struggles to try to pull his keys out of his pocket what with his hands being full. After about twenty minutes of Trekwars standing there, trying to slip his pinky into his pocket without dropping his latte, he finally manages to extract his keys from his pocket. What follows is an equally hilarious and sigh inducing moment as he tries to unlock his car without setting down neither his drink nor his food.

FINALLY he gets into his slug bug and finishes the donut he was munching on. While taking a light sip of his Latte a thought suddenly springs to mind, "I didn't come to LAX for Duncan Donuts..." He sits in his car for a while thinking, pondering this mind-numbing question. Finally, it hits him, "I was supposed to pick up those FBI agents! Oh man, the boss is really gonna be mad if I don't come back with two FBI agents." Trekwars struggles to come up with a reason for why he didn't see the FBI agents at the airport. "Surely they would have seen my sign (which at this moment is sitting in the bathroom of LAX). Maybe I just went to the wrong airport! Yeah, that must be it!"

Speeding out of the parking lot, Detective Donuts speeds down the highway, heading barreling towards Bob Hope airport. As he barrels down the highway at an unsafe speed, the tiny red deathtrap bug speeds past the rental car holding the two FBI agents. One of the two would notice the license plate of the slug bug reading IAMLATE, a common statement spoken by the detective.
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“Damn LA drivers,” Holly muttered, as the bug raced past. “Bunch of idiots…”

She proceeded to rant slightly the entire rest of the route to the beach. Calm and collected, mostly just listing off traffic violations the rest of the drivers around them made. Nothing new, of course.

But anyways, they got to the beach in one piece alright, and stepping out, Holly put on her sunglasses. “Well well well… Looks like we might meet these so called supercops right now after all,” she said, pointing to the men heading under the boardwalk.

“How shall we make our entry?”
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Post by Palacia » Thu Nov 16, 2017 9:11 am

“Yes, the grains are provided by the city to cleanse and purify myself, whilst I'm in the pursuit of justice. She knows me all too well,”

Pipsqueak looked over the blunt, “ No I’m good, I need only to bask in the presence of the cities glory, she is my drug and I am her addiction,”

Detective Duncin, he who guarded the city and delivered her proud justice to the scum who sought only to abuse her denizens. Was not, but a normal man once. Sure a man who loved donuts, as much as anyone within the treasured Donut family business did. It was a hard, but rewarding job. People from all corners of the land flocked to see the famous donuts, made by the Donut family. He grew up happy, him and his brother inseparable, a happy family… Until that accursed day. Scum from a rival donut shop sought to remove their competition by hiring a set of undesirables. Ruthlessly these hired guns murdered Duncan's mother and father and little sister Powder. They then burnt down Donut Families Famous Donuts shop. Duncan and Trek had been out gathering fresh baking supplies for next day during that time and were thusly spared. Seeing the travesty they each suffered greatly, they then both agreed to avenge the wrongs of their family and clean up the streets.

From that day onwards they focused on becoming detectives for the L.A Super Vice Squad. Duncan became the man the city never needed, a ruthless detective, known for his Donut styled Justice. Hitting targets as small as a donut-hole, as well as the righteous belief in the city; claiming him as it’s guardian, and becoming a master internal monologuer.

With that he made his way to the underbelly of the boardwalk, intent on delivering his queens justice.

“ Captain, what exactly are we looking for? Did the reports say a.. Taco was the cause of death?”
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Post by Rick » Wed Nov 22, 2017 9:37 am

“Fuck you then, more for me,” Rick took another drag of the blunt before throwing it on the sand and stepping on it, putting a little too much force as he twisted his heel.


“Captain, what exactly are we looking for? Did the reports say a... Taco was the cause of death?”

“Huh, what? Oh…. yeah, there was some sort of festival here last night, lots of people, sometime around one in the morning they found some girl dead under the pier,” Rick ran a finger against the weathered walls of the wooden structure, noticing the fresh scratches and dried blood,” There were signs of a struggle, once the boys down in the morgue got her they found a taco lodged in her throat, a taco too big to be served in the streets, against regulation,” Rick took out his phone and took a couple pictures of the scratch marks on the wooden pillars holding up the Santa Monica pier.

“Pip, take some samples of the dried blood, she might have scratched her attacker and maybe some of this is his blood…..I know it’s a long shot, but it’s a start,” Rick then proceeded to step out from under the boardwalk, studying the women lying on beach blankets, the sun rays bouncing off their perfectly beautiful skin-

Rick noticed there was a man, Latino, 6’4”, early twenties, watching him from the bike lane. The perp was slacked jawed, starring stupidly at Rick before the perp noticed Rick was staring back. The kid took a couple steps back in surprise, Rick noticing a tattoo on the guy’s chest of a skull with an anchor in its mouth. The guy began to run away at a leisurely pace, as if he had been jogging the whole time. If Rick wasn’t so high he might have gone after em, instead he shrugged and went back under the pier, forgetting why he had stepped out in the first place.

“Whatchu want to eat? And don’t fucking say donuts, where in Santa Monica, let’s get some fish tacos.”

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Post by Moccasin » Thu Nov 23, 2017 3:02 pm

wadjet wrote:
Mon Nov 13, 2017 2:10 pm
“How shall we make our entry?”
"Well seeing as we've endured a couple hours of California's worst, I say we corner them, show them our badges, and establish our dominance. I have a feeling we'll be doing most of the work anyway, so it's best if we start in charge." Jackie undid the top button of her shirt, before adjusting her aviators. She pulled out her phone, checking herself out, before glancing innocently at Fuchs. "What?"

"..."
"Would you rather be good cop?"
"No, please, go ahead."
"Alright."

The women walked over to the crime scene, their blazers swaying perfectly in the wind.
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“Whatchu want to eat? And don’t fucking say donuts, where in Santa Monica, let’s get some fish tacos.”
"A little too early for lunch don't you think?"

Before the men could protest, Holly pulled out her badge. Jackie removed her sunglasses, tucking them in her blazer, before approaching the men with an air of studied confidence.

"Jacqueline Martinez, Holly Fuchs, FBI." Jackie extended a hand to the men, with no preference to who would take her on her offer.
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Post by Palacia » Thu Nov 23, 2017 7:46 pm

” There were signs of a struggle, once the boys down in the morgue got her they found a taco lodged in her throat, a taco too big to be served in the streets, against regulation,”

“ Noo, that is utterly heinous, against regulation taco’s. The city demands retribution!” He growled out.

“Pip, take some samples of the dried blood, she might have scratched her attacker and maybe some of this is his blood…..I know it’s a long shot, but it’s a start,”

Pip nodded, dug through his jackets pockets, and pulled a number of small evidence vials from them. He then patted himself down trying to find a pen. Or something sterile-ish to pick off the flecks of dried blood on the wall. Finding nothing on his body, he scanned the ground, finding a discarded popsicle stick. “ She always provides.” He collected the blood and safely stored the vial on his body. Inside his secret donut pocket.

“Whatchu want to eat? And don’t fucking say donuts, we’re in Santa Monica, let’s get some fish tacos.”

“Hmn, This crime has be desiring some tacos. Fish Tacos should serve well enough,” He shook his head in agreement.

However, before the two could head out to collect lunch, they came. Two women, Duncan smelled trouble from a mile off, and these two… FBI.. Yuck.

In response Duncan pocketed his hands and leaned forward, “ The city doesn’t need outside help, you government wenches,”

“ Now I need a Donut,” he growled, and almost like magic, a donut landed in the sand in front of him… He picked it up, looked at it, brushed off some sand and chowed down. All the while glaring at the FBI agents.
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Post by Marquis » Wed Nov 29, 2017 10:32 am

Doctor Lester Tusk took the highway exit nearest the Los Angeles County Morgue. A little red leaf started flashing on the dashboard of his blue Nissan Leaf to indicate he was running low on battery…mostly just from trudging through the early morning traffic on his way to work. He wondered how many more City Council meetings he would have to sit through before they would just give in and invest in a charging station at the Morgue. Lost in his thoughts, he absentmindedly spilled his blazing hot coffee on his lap.

“Hiyawahaaaaaaaaa…jiminy, that smarts!”

As he entered his main work area, he reached instinctively for a paper towel dispenser near the door before he even flipped the lights on. He dabbed his pants and closed his eyes as he hit the switch and the bright lights flickered and then came on. He struggled through the room to the fridge with outstretched hands, refusing to suffer the artificial illumination before he was able to drink his coffee. He pulled open the freezer and, much to his pleasure, discovered a bag full of ice cubes. Or at least that is what he believed. He didn’t notice the red, meaty appearance of the frozen chunks in the bag with his eyes closed as he plunked a handful of them into his coffee.

He opened his eyes as he lifted his coffee to his lips and shut the fridge door. The night tech had left a sticky note on the front of the fridge, “Liquid nitrogen truck tank flipped. Sub-Zero’d pedestrian. Rest of truck flipped. FINISHED HIM. P.S. He’s in freezer.”

Lester spit out his coffee and quickly retrieved the bag from the freezer, nearly fainting at the realization of what he had done. He paced the room for his first half hour on duty, occasionally stopping to dab hand sanitizer on his tongue. When he finally collected himself, he decided to pocket the accidentally withdrawn cubes to take with him when he left. He could feed them to his poodle bitch Britney, and then give her up for adoption. And then he could just blame the techs. He would just have to reconstruct the corpse to mark down which bits they "hadn't noticed were missing."

He took the bag of human cubes to his main examination table. There was another sticky note there from his night tech pointing to one of the body storage cabinets, “Santa Monica, yesterday AM, YOUR SHIFT, taco killer.” He opened the cabinet and slid the corpse out. Another sticky note, this one on an evidence bag, “Taco was in here.” An arrow pointed toward the deceased’s throat. He lifted the evidence bag. It was their largest bag aside from the body bags themselves and it was nearly bursting with the taco. Lester opened the bag slightly and took a whiff. The smell was unbearable.

“Too…too many spices.” He wouldn’t actually know, Lester hated spicy food. He slid the body and the taco bag back into the cabinet and practiced his City Council speech in his head, “Too many bodies coming in…law enforcement needs to step up…underfunded…understaffed…and the real horror is what the daily commute is doing to our environment…”

He intended to spend the rest of the day trying to fit together the human cubes. It was like a jigsaw puzzle. Lester liked jigsaw puzzles.

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Post by Trekwars » Wed Nov 29, 2017 11:20 am

Across the city, coming out of the Bob Hope airport a Red Beetle pulls out of the parking lot. Trek, the driver of said vehicle, tosses out three cups of Caffe Mocha into the parking lot. Inside of the car, there are 6 other empty cups of Caffe Mocha just laying around. After reaching Bob Hope airport and finding that the FBI agents where not their either he decided to go drown his sadness in caffeine. Pulling up to the entryway to the freeway Trek would insert an old-style tape into his car's radio. The radio (Which is only used to listen to tapes considering the antenna on it is broken in half) starts to warm up getting ready to read and play the first song. Trek quickly puts on a pair of aviator sunglasses and starts to merge onto the freeway as the song kicks in.

As the drums kick off the obvious the familiar tune of FootLoose by Kenny Loggins is easily noticed. As the song goes through the first few beginning beats Trek starts to tap his steering wheel to the beat, looking back and forth obeying normal traffic laws. As the beat gets closer to the first words Trek starts to nod his head to the beat, tapping his left foot along with the beat as well. And then the first few words kick in and Trek breaks out with singing, "Been workin, so hard." As the song does the two chord beats inbetween vocal lines Trek shakes his head back in forth with them. "I'm punchin, my card". As the song carries on Trek slowly starts to hit the gas more, increasing his speed enough to start zigzagging past cars. He then unbuckles his seat belt as to better dance to the song. As the song hits the chorus Trek almost stands fully out of his seat, banging the horn along to the song and turning the volume all the way up so that the other drivers can hear the music as well.

Sitting back down in his seat he starts to pretend to play an air guitar while the car seems to drive itself, drifting in and out of traffic. As the second chorus kicks in Trek starts to twist his body back and forth in his seat singing along as his car continues to barrel down the freeway. Once the song hits the section about counting actions, Trek takes his foot off the gas and starts to sing quietly. The car slows down so much that all of the cars he had just passed zoom past him as if he is standing still, horns honking as they do. But as the beat starts to come back and the singing starts to rise up Trek starts to press his foot back on the gas at an alarming rate, speeding up to a very concerning speed until "I'm Turning It loose!!" Echoes across the freeway from the small Red Bug. Trek reaches a minivan with a husband and wife riding in the front, and as Trek rocks out to the song the wife sitting in the passenger seat starts to rock out with him, singing along and copying his dance moves.

But, all good things must come to an end, so Trek pulls off the Freeway and makes record time zooming up to the Boardwalk. Trek then opens up his door with the song still playing at full blast for everyone to hear and stands there with one foot still in the car and the other foot on the sand. With his aviators on he dramatically strums his air guitar during the "Everybody cut, everybody cut" part at the very end of the song. As the last not hits he stands there, frozen in his position with his pretend guitar still in hand, car still running. Finally he steps down, taking off the aviators and tossing them into his car. He then turns off the car and begins to walk towards Rick and Palf who are talking to two woman, both of whom Trek feels he has seen before.

"So, what have I missed?" He says, acting as if nothing happened.
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Re: SUPER VICE SQUAD! (IC, M)

Post by wadjet » Wed Nov 29, 2017 5:57 pm

The blonder of the two woman raised one perfectly groomed eyebrow behind her darkened lenses. She pursed her lips, crossing her arms and radiating such vast amounts of judgement a few nearby geiger counters started clicking.

“This is the famous vice squad?” If her voice could drip any more disdain you could probably bottle it and sell it in Paris. Charge 20 bucks a pop too. Or Euros, I guess. Whatever the current exchange rate is.

“I’m starting to think this may have been a big waste of time, but our boss sent us out here to work, so once you’re done throwing your tantrums and marking your territory and all that other macho bullshit, we’d like to take a look at the scene.”

She smiled then, all sharp edges and false charm and perfect teeth. Leaned forward a bit and patted the one who insulted them on the cheek a couple of times. “We’re helping, detective haircut, whether ‘the city’ needs it or not. Get used to it.”
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Re: SUPER VICE SQUAD! (IC, M)

Post by Rick » Sat Dec 02, 2017 8:43 am

“Fish tacos it is-“ before Rick could finish his sentence a delicate, high pitched voice from behind him commented on the earliness of the day.

"A little too early for lunch don't you think?"

Rick spun, a little too fast. The effects of the doobie were firmly set in and his mind was on cruise control.

"Jacqueline Martinez, Holly Fuchs, FBI." Jackie extended a hand to the men, with no preference to who would take her on her offer.

Before Rick could say anything Duncan grumbled and made it clear he did not like the presence of the two agents in his city. This was not going well, so in an effort to make things worse Detective Trekbastion Donuts showed up, completely missing the parking lot and driving on the sand, stopping a few feet from Rick and Duncan.

“This fuckin’ clown,” Rick was about to curse out the younger Donut brother for not picking up the FBI agents, but decided that a proper yelling would perhaps best be done later, where others couldn’t help him out of pity.

“Ladies,” Rick said, lowering his shades just enough so he could get a good look at them while Agent Martinez stood there with her hand extended.

Rick took it and shook it, impressed the Agent held out her hand for that long while everyone ignored it. These two were a special kind of uptight.

“Now, Agent…. Fuchs, if I understood the memo the Commissioner sent me, you two are here to go over some of our files, study our world famous techniques? Plus, this is a closed off crime scene, can’t have you walking around in those high heels, running your delicate hands through evidence,” Rick took off his shades and bit down on the arm of his glasses as he eyed both agents from head to toe.

“We already have everything we need anyway, even got a suspect,” Both Donut brothers turned to Rick, but said nothing,” So, how ‘bout this, we go back to HQ, I order some subs from this deli that always gives us extra sauerkraut and we get to know each other, might even show you around if you two behave,” Rick gave them a toothy grin, a piece of cilantro from the morning’s burrito stuck to his teeth.

Without giving the Agents a chance to answer Rick put his shades back on and told Duncan to drive them back to headquarters.

“Just follow us, Agents, and please try to keep up, Duncan here doesn’t like to drive slowly.”

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Post by Marquis » Sat Dec 02, 2017 11:12 am

The pieces assembled on the table were less human corpse and more Jenga stacks of foul, thawing meat cubes. But there was a method to Lester’s madness. He had assembled them in a specially coded grid pattern that enabled him to identify the missing pieces.

“Let’s see…that’s AT 28 missing for sure. And then, hmm…NE 3. Where is the third…Aha! NE 34. Snuck right up on me.”

He marked down the pieces he had ruined, bagged and tagged the rest and set them in the outgoing for incineration area. Unfortunately, that did not free up a cabinet, and he had to free up at least one each day. He had already opened the taco victim that morning, may as well finish her up…

As he slid the corpse back out of the cabinet she was in, a medical technician came in with a short corpse on a stretcher.

“Interesting one for you today, doc.”

Lester’s ears perked up, but his stomach was turning. “Oh?”

Whiplash, from the LA Zoo.

“Parking lot accident?”

No sir. Little rugrat ran off from his parents. Somehow made his way into the elephant enclosure.”

Lester grimaced. “Was he trampled?” In his head he imagined the mess that could be waiting for him within the body bag.

“Even worse…” The tech started to unzip the bag. Lester could taste the acid at the back of his throat, but the boy looked relatively intact save for severe bruising on his cheek and neck. “That big bull elephant they got in there…they don’t even think he saw the damn kid…just moseyed on by, right over him and…” The tech clapped his hands together and Lester jumped. “FWAP! Little boy got smacked right in the face with the elephant’s big ole…” The tech looked at the boy again and then over to the taco victim and sobered his expression a little. “Trunk…y’know what I’m sayin’?”

Lester nodded politely then pointed to the human bouillons. “Those bags there are ready for incineration. Family is fine with cremated remains.”

The tech pointed at the girl and the taco bag. “You want me to get her out of here too, so you can finish your lunch?”

Lester thought about it briefly, and went to one of the drawers in the room, withdrawing a camera. He snapped a couple of quick pictures of the girl, checked the details on her forms, and told the tech he could take her too.

“Same for her. Her mother identified the body. It’s all set for cremation. Taco can go too.”

Lester looked at the boy in the bag, ran his fingers through the relevant documents. He looked over the notes from the doctor who had declared him dead, wrote a quick agreement with her findings and stamped that one off too. The parents were going to bury him. Lester wondered whether it would be open or closed casket. Hardly mattered to him in the end. Clearing three bodies was a special kind of productive day. Once the tech had taken the remains away, he locked the door, flipped the lights, and settled in for a nap.

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Post by Palacia » Wed Dec 06, 2017 10:53 am

Duncan hadn’t stopped eyeing the two FBI agents, his eyes creased, head tilted down and pocketed hand made for a rather intimidating man. Considering he’d been chomping down on a pink frosted sprinkle donut, indeed even his stubby afternoon shadow aided to this effect.

He didn’t stop glaring until a familiar stupid bug drove onto the sand, his Donut brother exiting the vehicle. “ Brother!” Duncan’s tensed body visibly relaxes. For a brief moment Duncan’s PI demeanor vanishes, replaced by a seemingly normal, kind-looking Donut-baker demeanor. He went to his brother and gave him a big, but brief bear hug.

“ Good to see you bro.”

As suddenly as the kinder more human Duncan had appeared, the PI Duncan returned. His posture slouched backwards, his hands pocketed, tie loosely dangling and slightly unbuttoned shirt revealing his well toned body. A surprisingly well toned body considering how many donuts this man eats.

Without giving the Agents a chance to answer Rick put his shades back on and told Duncan to drive them back to headquarters.

“The city is my guide, and I am her instrument, she gives me clarity and I purify filth.” He turns to the agents,” You’d better not get in the way of my purification Agents. The instrument is given the right to any and every justification, dig?”

With that Duncan returned to his 1966 Tornado, it’s purr heard well and clear. As soon as Rick got in Duncan put the pedal to the metal, car leapt forward. His ending destination: HQ. And boy was he was in a hurry.
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Re: SUPER VICE SQUAD! (IC, M)

Post by Trekwars » Fri Dec 08, 2017 2:41 pm

Rushing over to his car in a hurry, Trek leaps towards the door trying to keep up with his brother. An action Trek is far too familiar with, rushing to keep up with his skill, his enthusiasm, his hunger! After getting into the bug and buckling himself in he reaches over to the passenger seat, brushing away empty cups of 'Jo. Finally finding his discarded sunglasses he puts them back on and starts up the bug. As he kicks it into drive he soon realizes that his tires aren't exactly 'designed' for loose sand. Trek starts to try to back up, but instead of moving backward his tires start to dig holes in the loose sand. After digging a hole with his tires for about 3 minutes the detective tries to fix his error by putting the vehicle into drive. Trek slams on the gas, expecting his wheels to start digging a hole again. Instead, the bug rockets forward, scarring a few forensic people.

After fishtailing across the beach for a minute (Whether that be on accident or on purpose for fun is hard to tell) Trek jumps back onto the road and races off after his brother, trying to beat the FBI agents home. As he speeds back across town he raises a single frosted donut to his face and starts to munch on it.
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