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SUPER VICE SQUAD! (IC, M)

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Re: SUPER VICE SQUAD! (IC, M)

Post by Moccasin » Mon Dec 11, 2017 11:14 am

Jackie watched as the men raced towards their cars, leaving behind the smell of powdered sugar and cheap poutine.

"...Okay. What the fuck was that?"

Jackie huffed, before buttoning her shirt forcefully. "We're going."

The rental sputtered as it pulled out of the lot, plastic bags furling in its wake.

"Fucking ass. His city? I bet 20 dollars he's some hipster bitch from the 'burbs."

"¿Quién demonios pensó que sería una buena idea contratar a esta perra egoísta y Sleazebag McGee por aquí? Y por supuesto, él es su hermano, dos caras de la misma maldita moneda. Psych will have a field day with these disrespectful fucks."

"Hey, hey. His fucking city. His fucking city is Fairbanks, that's what his hometown is. Coming out here with his bitch attitude. He thought. He really thought."

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A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me."

"If he doesn't shut the fuck up I'mma pop one in his ass."
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Post by Rick » Thu Dec 21, 2017 6:32 am

Detective Rick rolled down the window on the front passenger side of the car, sticking his hand out and letting it run with the wind current. He sunk on his seat, the top of his head right below the head rest. In this moment he was incased within himself, his high keeping him comfortably in the moment. The Downtown LA skyline came into view and Rick started drumming on the door as the Rolling Stone’s “Sympathy for the Devil” played on the car radio. It wasn’t enough to keep the sinking feeling away though, the sinking feeling of guilt.

That girl was dead along with half a dozen others thanks to the taco strangler and now he had the FBI sniffing around. Vice squad didn’t always operate by the rules, but they got stuff done. The FBI twins wouldn’t see it that way. Rick liked that.

“Hey, Donut boy, what do you think about FBI twins as a new nickname for the pencil pushers?” Rick turned and looked at Duncan, who simply gave him a disappointed look and kept on driving.

“Well, fuck you too,” Rick said under his breath as he went back to looking out the window, staring at the skyscrapers as they grew closer.

After a good half hour of driving, Duncan finally arrived back at HQ. Rick got out of the car while Duncan went off to park the car, riding the elevator up to his office. The hall was busy with activity now; analysts, cops, and clerks raced up and down between cubicles trying to get their work in before lunch.

“Basil!.......Basil?......where the hell is Basil?” The office stopped as everyone looked around, trying to find the newest Vice squad intern.

“Well, if anyone sees her, tell her to get me an Iced mocha and a Reuben from Langer’s deli, ASAP, I’ll be in my office.”

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Post by Georgeanna » Thu Dec 21, 2017 9:21 am

The sun played on the dash as Basil leisurely wound her way through the LA streets. Some idiot cut her off, but it didn’t matter at the moment. It was a gorgeous day, she was on the way to the beach to take some insta pics, and she was—late. Like really late. Rolling her eyes in more annoyance than anything else, Basil jerked the wheel making an illegal u-turn and flipping off several drivers who sounded their horns at her.

“Move out of my way bitches,” she said half-way giggling to herself. A sound pinged on her phone as she straightened out the wheel and zoomed down the street. Dan, some nameless cop she had given her number to during a drunken night out, had messaged her.

Ur screwed. Rick’s in. Iced mocha…


Basil ignored the rest of the message, heading towards Langer’s. Whatever. She would get there when she got there.

Making sure to take several selfies with the hot counter-boy, Basil picked up the order and squealed out of the parking lot. Despite herself, she actually sort of liked this internship—but not more than her brand deal with Crocs. That was the best. Sure she had gotten some weird foot comments in her private message box, but it had been totally #worth.

Basil pulled into the parking lot, aligning her car horizontally across two spaces. She made sure to take her sweet ass time, being sure to let the ice melt into the milky brown of the coffee. No one likes a kiss ass. Straightening her tight as skin body-con dress, aviators, and her floppy sun hat, Basil sashayed into the office, watery coffee and food in tow.
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Post by Palacia » Tue Dec 26, 2017 5:55 pm

Duncan drove the car into the parking garage and parked the beast in his designated spot. He sighed, thoughts reeled and mind flailing about attempting to regain hold of reason. On the outside his disposition had placed him in a particular role in life; the others admired him for his detective work, insightful nature and intuitive prediction. Yet on the inside he, like most, well at least that’s what he assumed, was a mire of chaotic thoughts and desire to avenge the wronged.

Although the newest case the Squad was working on was a puzzle. He hadn’t a clue on this one, the murder weapon, the victim, even the location confused the Detective. Nothing intuitive about this, nor would it put him any closer to solving the murder of his family and little sister Powder. He, on this rare occasion, pulled from within a pocket a case of cigarettes, smoothly pulled one out, lit it, and puffed. Rubbed his hand over his face, pausing at the stubby beard that had started to grow in neglect of the razor.

“ You know, one mother fucking day, this city had better fucking pay my ass back.” His voice echoing off the parking garage empty walls.

He headed inside and up into the bustling offices of the Vice Squad. He trailed inside, weaving his way between people until arriving at his desk, awaiting the chiefs next move. Duncan’s mind meanwhile spent adrift attempting to puzzle together this strange case.
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Post by Business Narwhal » Sat Dec 30, 2017 7:16 am

Lester was rudely woken up from his nap by the sound of the office all-in-one machine choking on whatever it was working on. Lester rubbed his eyes. Are one of the techs in already? Is it time to go home? Thank goodness. Lester pulled his cheap watch in front of his face. It had been less than twenty minutes. What did I put in the printer?

Lester dragged his feet over to the machine. A photograph of the most recent taco killer victim was jammed in the intake. A couple other photographs still sat in the tray, only one had already gone through.

“Oh fudge!” Lester carefully retrieved the jammed photograph. Just another thing to blame on the techs. Another thing to ask the City Council to buy a newer version of. They weren’t supposed to fax the photographs anyway since the originals were expected to be added to the case files. Lester took the photographs face down as he looked through the victim's related forms. He did not want to look at the carnage again. The officer in charge of the case was one ‘Captain Detective Ricardo Powers III.’

“Gosh darn Vice Squad…”

This was Lester’s mantra as he braved the traffic to get to the department headquarters. He got quiet around the cops rushing around for lunchtime at the entrance to the department. Most of them avoided him too. Whether he actually did or not, people believed he smelled like death. Oh wait… A flannel sleeve with just a bit of rotting flesh in it was dragging on his foot. Piece of a mechanic from a local bike shop who died from an arterial bleed after his arm got caught up in some machine. A couple of the cops at the door started to take a distant interest in him.

“Um…medical waste day is always messy over at the morgue.”

He pulled the sleeve off and threw it in the nearest bin. How did I not notice that? Guess I’ll have to report another tech today.

Inside the department, Lester went for the first coffee machine he could find. He took the most neutral looking mug, 'LAPD's #1 Dad,' he could find and poured himself a cup. He drank a mouthful and spewed it out a moment later. It was ice cold. He looked around and realized everyone was holding cups from various franchises and local cafes.

“Gosh darn Vice Squad.”

Finally, he reached the appropriate office. He knocked on the door.

“Ricardo? It’s Dr. Tusk, from the morgue. I have photos from the latest taco killer victim!”

Maybe he screamed the last bit with too much gusto because cops in the office were looking at him again. At least it wasn’t human remains, this time.
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Post by Forge » Wed Jan 03, 2018 8:24 am

Rick's desk was a cushy construction of sprawling mahogany, occupied primarily by two dangerously-stacked piles of case files that seemed to be competing over which could climb the highest, an oversized LCD monitor that was blatantly not standard issue, and a solitary coffee mug ring that no amount of scraping, scrubbing or bargaining with could remove. Between these landmarks was a generous clear patch, just the right size for someone to lean back in their snazzy leather chair and prop their feet on the desk, from which position they could think deep and meaningful thoughts about their current cases, or sleep through Friday afternoons - whichever seemed the most productive. Normally that space would have been taken up by Detective Captain Powers himself, and would have been today, had it not been for the suited man who had apparently let himself into Rick's office, co-opted his chair and proceeded to prop his own well-polished shoes on the desk while he waited.
"Fifty-five felony arrests in the last year alone," Commander Irons called out as Rick entered the room, idly thumbing through one of the case files that had made up part of Stack Two's towering bulk. This one was for a perp the papers had dubbed the "Studio City Slasher", some idiot in a plastic mask who'd seen one-too-many movies and happened to own more than one kitchen knife. Honestly. Couldn't even get a decent class of criminal in this city. Irons flipped the file closed and tossed it onto the desk. "Honest to God, Powers; you and those Donut boys might be a risk to public safety, but you sure as shit get things done, huh?"

Frank tried to keep his visits to the precinct as infrequent as possible, both because Rick's team worked better when he left them to their own devices, and because human beings as a general rule were idiots. Rick he could tolerate: the Detective Captain was a kindred spirit, in that neither of them held any particular attachment to ethics as a facet of police work and Frank would be reluctant (though never unwilling) to throw him under the bus if it came to it. Likewise, the Donuts were, in their own advert-against-lead-in-housepaint kind of way, also moderately bearable. Then there were the standard detectives, who apparently it was his job to speak to at least occasionally; and the beat cops, and the administrators, and the civilian liasons, who all started to entertain funny notions about being 'friends' and interacting on a 'social' basis when you spent extended periods of time around them, and before you knew it they were trying to send you Christmas cards and inviting you to Faceless Employee #5's retirement party. Yeah. No thanks. Unfortunately, certain circumstances forced him to put in face time with the rank and file, and in this case it was the FBI's pointless insistence on bringing departmental progress to a grinding halt.

"Speaking of getting things done, I hear you met Washington's latest attempt to bring law enforcement to a grinding halt this morning. Believe me, I'm as thrilled about that as you are, but the Commissioner wants us to play nice and hold hands, so --" He paused as Basil entered the office, taking one look at the coffee in her hand before beckoning her forward and relieving her of it. The Commander took a swig, pulled a face, and then eased one of Rick's drawers open before spitting the offending mouthful inside and dumping the cup in along with it. "Guh," Frank said to Basil by way of feedback. "Didn't hire you for your catering skills, did they?" Pivoting, he extracted himself from Rick's chair, pausing only long enough to nudge the drawer closed with a foot before continuing. "Listen. Long story short, I need a heads-up on the case so far, and I need everyone together so we can do a little team pow-wow bullshit. So let's get, uh.." Irons gestured at Basil. "The Junior Justice Programme here to round up Thing One and Two along with our Bureau guests, and we can get this crap train rolling, huh?"
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Post by Trekwars » Wed Jan 03, 2018 3:34 pm

"I, am SO screwed"

Trek sits in the middle lane of an 8 lane freeway. Typically he would be speeding in and out of cars in his small little red colored bug while sipping on some kind of caffeine or munching on a donut, but instead he was busying himself twiddling his thumbs in the middle of Rush Hour. As far as the eye can see cars can be seen stretching down the freeway, and with Trek's off-ramp on the far right lane it will take an eternity for him to get anywhere. Normally this wouldn't worry Trek, he would shake it off, put on some music, and simply relax, even though Rick said to get back to HQ as fast as he could he didn't care (It wouldn't be the first time he was late (Hence the license plate IAMLATE)).

However, with the stress of the FBI agents showing up Isaac had eaten through all of his rations. His main donut box, his back up donut box, the back up to his back up, the 3 emergency powdered donuts in his glove box, the donut holes he had stashed in the upholstery of his passenger seat, and the stale donut that has been on the floor for almost three months. As Trek sits there his eye starts to twitch as he feels the effects of donut withdrawal start to kick in. Trek pulls out his smartphone, checking and double checking his map to see where the closest donut shop is. As he does this the two lanes to his right start to slowly creep forward. Seeing an opportunity Trek hits the gas, merging into the lane to his right cutting off a Prius that was about to creep forward. No longer abiding by street rules Trek drives perpendicular to the rest of the cars going straight for the exit ramp.

Somehow through some miracle driving Trek survives this and is on his way speeding towards HQ with the license plate IAMLATE being accurate once again. After parking his car in the parking garage Trek sprints into the office running past desks and diving into his chair. His chair tips over and lands on the ground with a clatter, scattering papers, and boxes everywhere. However instead of moving Trek just lays on the ground munching on a Jelly filled donut he pulled out from under his desk.
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Post by Rick » Fri Jan 12, 2018 7:14 am

“God damn it, Irons, I was looking forward to eating my food in peace,” Captain Detective Rick adjusted his crotch as Commander Irons got off Rick’s cushy seat and informed him of the reason he stopped by.

Rick didn’t exactly dislike Irons, but the man was certainly as much an asshole as Rick was, if not more. Both took pleasure in fucking with people, which was fine on its own, but Rick felt Iron’s always took a certain satisfaction in screwing with Rick. A tax for being given so much freedom, but this was something he just couldn’t take lying down.

“Basil! BASIL!” Rick yelled out before Basil tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, numbskull. Behind you," Basil responded, hand on hip, with a level of sass Rick almost complimented her on it.

“Jesus H. Christ, girl, you don’t make a peep do you? Anyway, you gave my fucking coffee to Irons like I’m not the big dick supreme around here, so you get to clean my drawer,” Rick pointed towards his desk, clearly seeing Basil roll her eyes through her sun glasses.

The intern practically dragged her feet to Rick’s desk, opened the drawer and then slid important documents off Rick’s desk and into the coffee spit covered drawer.

“All done, Mr. Big Dick Supreme,” Basil folded her arms and struck a pose, taking a quick selfie and captioning it #Bosslife all in one swift motion.

“Get the fuck out of my office and get everyone ready before I fire you,” Rick held the door open and gave the stink eye to Basil until she was all the way out of his office, then he turned to Irons.

“When the indictments come in for blatant violation of the law, Irons, I’m going to enjoy every second you squirm in that court room,” Rick says with a smile on his face.

“By the time they get to me, if they ever get to me, you would already have been in prison for a long time, Detective.”

“That’s Captain Detective to you, you Irish fuck.”

“You know, I’m not really Irish, I just said that to get in good with the Irish police league back in New York city, that’s how I got the position here, Powers,” and with that Irons stepped into the office hall.

Now it was Rick’s turn to roll his eyes.

“That motherfucker, so help me god…” Rick closed his office door and followed Irons, and was about to giving him the rundown of the Taco strangler case while Basil went off to gather the rest of Vice Squad when the “Ghoul of the morgue” appeared out of nowhere and shouted at Rick.

“Ricardo? It’s Dr. Tusk, from the morgue. I have photos from the latest taco killer victim!”

The smell of death and formaldehyde hit Rick with the power of a Japanese bullet train, his senses going haywire and all Rick could do to regain any sort of composure was to sneeze very loudly.

“Jesus, Gh-Dr. Tusk, I didn’t see you there,” Both men stood there for an awkward five seconds as one waited for the other to speak.

Both were saved when Junior Detective Trekbastion came crashing through the door and made a bee line to his desk. The unhinged younger Donut brother proceed to fall over his chair but not before pulling a donut from some hidden compartment under his desk and greedily stuffing his face with it.

“Jesus Christ,” Rick said loud enough for the young detective to hear, but when he kept eating Rick grew irate,” Jesus, Trek, get off the fucking floor! Commander Irons is here, at least pretend that means something!”

Rick turned back to Dr. Tusk and snatched the photos from the good doctor’s surprisingly firm grip, noticing a strange tattoo on what he assumed was the body of the young girl murdered under the pier. It was one of a blue anchor……an anchor surprisingly similar to the one on that bum he saw back on the beach.

“hot damn, Tusk, we got us a suspect!” Detective Powers was so happy he kissed Tusk on the mouth, then just as quickly gagged and spit, wiping his mouth in disgust.

“What the hell do they spray you boys with down at the morgue?”

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Post by Georgeanna » Fri Jan 12, 2018 12:41 pm

The click of heels was audible as Basil stomped out of Rick’s office. She muttered to herself as she looked at various trash on twitter—nothing like a good dog meme to make you feel better.

“’Get everyone’ he says. What does he think I am? A babysit—awww what a cute puppy!” she said still fully absorbed on her phone. She hardly realized that she had crossed the length of the department until she tripped on a mess on the floor and heard Rick screaming at Trek, as usual. She felt some slight empathy towards the pastry obsessed junior detective, he was just doing his best.

Basil looked down curiously. Paper clips, a chair, and a human? She narrowed her eyes, inspecting the massacre before her, quickly taking a snapshot and posting it to her SnapChat story.

“What the fu—Trek? What in the hell are you doing on the floor? And god, with a jelly donut?” Basil inquired judgmentally. Despite her disgust, she reached down, offering a hand in case he wanted to get up out of his mess.

Groping with his free hand for another donut, Trek accepted her help, getting up uneasily and immediately stuffing the new donut in his mouth.

Leaning on the side of his desk, powdered sugar dusting his face and the front of his shirt, Trek lazily replied: “Hey, don’t knock it till’ ya try it.”

Rolling her eyes and shrugging his off his comment, Basil tromped over to Duncan’s desk.

On her way, she felt a hand close around her arm. Whirling around, she found Dan, the clingy, no name cop she mistakenly gave her number to, looking at her quizzically.

“Did you get the message I sent you?” he said, sounding a bit lost.

Basil stuffed her phone in her bra and used her now free hand to pry every one of his fingers off of her arm, with a dirty glare.

“Got it. Rick is a diva. Handled it, like always.” She left him gaping while she paraded over to where Duncan was deep in thought.

Knocking on the wood of his desk to wake up the detective from his intense daydreaming, the determined, and slightly pissed off, intern looked him dead in the eye.

“Get up, please. Irons is here and it’s better that we don’t sit around drooling at our desks,” Basil suggested with a wicked grin and artificial cheer. Not waiting for a response, Basil continued over to the ever-growing group of people collected in the main hall and pulled her phone out of her dress. Two very pissed off women entered the hall as she approached.

Suddenly, Basil’s mouth dropped open and her camera shutter clicked closed several times as she snapped pics of a shady looking doctor and Rick locking lips. She plastered the photo on her Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram before three seconds had passed. Grinning with her success at the social media game, she approached them.

“All right,” she choked on her next word but did her best to keep her tone benign, “boss. Told the two other detectives to come at their own peril,” Basil smiled feeling self-accomplished. Holding her phone behind her back, she tweeted #bossassbitch with her free hand, as she extended one towards the doctor and nodded in a friendly manner towards the two official women standing nearby.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” she said with a flash of teeth. “To the briefing room then?”
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