I walked through the rain towards my office with my head down and my hands in my pockets, but neither hand was empty. I had my main piece in my right hand and my back-up piece in the other. I had been shot at so many times, that I was betting on it happening today. Surprisingly, I wasn't as nervous about walking through the streets without any bodyguards. It was raining hard and I blended in with the crowds.
Across from my office tower was another tower that was fifty stories taller. I stood on the roof wearing Punch Judy's jet-pack, started it up, and let it lift me up, hovering. I was up and over. On the roof of my building I could see the army of sidewalk johnnies. One of them pointed at me as I flew near and then they all were looking. I could tell they were Phishy's people--all of them were wearing fedoras. Good grief! Now Phishy the franchiser would have everyone wearing my trademark fedora.
I landed, removed the jet-pack with their help, and quickly made it to the roof-top exits, with a bunch of johnnies following me.
"They're waiting," she said to me as I walked through the door.
"My high-level clients?"
"Take advantage of the pandemonium. Get all the paying clients in now. I've been offering a free official Liquid Cool t-shirt for all new clients."
I threw the jet-pack and my slicker on the floor. "I don't want to hear about it. Take care of these for me."
My sidewalk johnny escorts were shooed back out of the office by PJ as she closed the door. I walked in and opened my office door.
Him!
I instinctively drew my piece and pointed at his head. The seven other police officers around him drew their guns and pointed them at me.
"No, boss!" PJ yelled. "This is your client!"
"What? He's my client?"
"Yes."
I looked at him again.
"Lower your weapons," Police Chief Hub directed.
His men complied and I did the same.
"I could have shot you!" I yelled.
"I couldn't say his name on the open video-phone," PJ said. "He has the entire cop police force looking for him."
"And you invite him into my office?"
"I didn't invite. He came."
"Why didn't you tell him to leave?"
"He wouldn't leave!"
"Why didn't you throw him out? You have two bionic arms. Use them!"
I realized why she let him stay.
"How much?" I asked.
"What?"
"How much did he pay?"
"He paid the standard retainer and I gave him a free T-shirt."
I threw up my hands.
"Do I get to talk now?" Chief Hub asked.
"I'm not talking to you. And I'm not going to even be seen with you."
"I think if you let me talk, you will change your mind."
"Who are these other officers with you? I thought the rank-and-file want you in the meat morgue."
"They do, thanks to you. These are my sons."
"Your sons. You have seven sons."
"I do. All law enforcement."
"How lucky for you. Wait, weren't you shot? They said you were in the hospital."
"I was shot, thanks to you. But it was a minor wound and we used the incident to craft a cover story that was a lot worse, including I was bedridden, so I could move around freely."
"How's your boss doing?" I asked with a sneer.
"My boss isn't doing too well either, thanks to you. But he's not talking to me and I'm not talking to him, ever since he brought in those Up-Top bottom-feeders. Am I going to be allowed to talk about what I came to talk about?"
"Aren't we talking?"
"Not what I came to talk about."
"Then do so and leave. I have to go visit the widows and widowers of fallen cops."
"You're a real jerk muncher!" one of his sons yelled, pointing at me. "My dad had nothing to do with police getting killed, you lying skell."
"I'm on the side of the cops, what about you?"
Chief Hub held back his oldest son. "Stop it! All of you, wait in the hallway. I'll be out in a minute."
"He's not worth it," the son yelled. "Let him get killed."
"If he gets killed, then how will I clear my name? All people will remember is his lying prime-time interview."
Chief Hub pushed all his sons out of the offices and closed the door.
"Who's going to kill me?" I asked.
"Yes, who?" PJ asked. "If it's you, then I want my free T-shirt back."
"For such a clever guy, Mr. Cruz, you're a dummy. You're a marked man, Mr. Cruz. Metropolis is on the brink of collapse. Who wants that?"
"Your Up-Top friends," I answered.
"They are not my friends! They're the Mayor's friends. Weren't you listening? I'm not on speaking terms with the Mayor anymore. No, Mr. Cruz. The gangs want the chaos to continue so they can carve up Metropolis into nice manageable slices. It's the gangs."
"Yeah, I've heard that already. I'm already ahead of you, as usual, so you can go."
"No," the Chief said and folded his arms.
"What? I told you to get out of my office."
"Mr. Cruz, I'm giving you 24-hour security until this crisis is over."
"What, you and your seven sons?"
"My seven sons, me, and the cops from Internal Affairs."
I laughed. "Internal Affairs?"
"They're police too."
"But police don't think so. What are you trying to do? Ruin my rep with the real rank-and-file. No, I'm not talking any kind of security from you."
"Then who? These sidewalk johnny jokers you have around you like flies? When the gangs come, what will they do? Throw a hat at them? None of them are armed. Gangs, Mr. Cruz, are."
"I'll figure something out."
"What, you and your personal cyborg?"
"My name is Punch Judy! And I'm about to punch you in the head, stupid man!"
"You can go now," I said to him.
"You don't seem to get it, Mr. Cruz. One of the top animal gangs in the city has a contract out on you."
"What?"
"You know what a contract is?"
"Stop being offensive. What are you talking about?"
"Monkey Baker has a contract out on you. That means any...any gang member can collect on it."
"Who or what is Monkey Baker?"
"I know you are quite familiar with his crime organization. Monkey Baker runs the Animal Farm crime syndicate."
"I thought--"
"You thought Red Rabbit did, Mr. Cruz? The gang member you killed or left for dead. No, Mr. Cruz, he didn't run it. You have no one to blame but yourself. You went on national TV and announced to the world that one of the top leaders in his organization was on the payroll of the cops. In the gang world, that's the same as saying he is, too. He has to kill you or every gang will kill him."
I felt really queasy in my stomach all of a sudden.
"What's it going to be, Mr. Cruz? You want to do your perp walk alone or could you use some police protection? I don't care what you say because we're protecting you. You and I shackled ankle-to-ankle from this moment forward, you punk. You think I'm going to let you destroy 40 years of my police career without a fight? You will clear me in the eyes on my people."
"Okay," I said. "We start now. I have a hover-limo waiting. Let's go pay our respects to the men and women who are convinced you got their loved ones killed." I could see the toughness in Chief's Hub's face soften. "What's wrong? Not so eager to do your unwelcome police protection?"
"My son is right. I should let Monkey Baker have you. If I didn't care more about this city than I hate you, I would."
"Good, because I hate you too, you pompous bastard. Maybe I'll get to see some real cops shoot you again."
"Maybe I'll get lucky and get to see some gang skell punk shoot you. I hear you have quite the problem with strange people shooting at you."
"Yeah, they don't like my hat. Maybe they'll try to shoot me and hit you instead."
It would have gone on fore
ver, but a smiling PJ said, "Can you two continue your conversation outside? I have a business to run."
We left and I later learned that there was another "high-level" client she wanted me to call but had forgot to mention the messages were on my desk. It didn't matter. The calls or meetings wouldn't have made a bit of difference for what came next.
On reflection, my combat-drop strategy was majorly flawed. It worked for Flash to drop me off, but what about leaving the building? Out into the rain we went--me, Chief Hub, and his seven sons. We could hide all we wanted with our hooded dark slickers, but there was all kinds of ways or people to identify you if they really wanted to. All we heard was...
"Hey, Cruz!"
I recognized the voice. I looked up and saw the Hippo waving and smiling without his animal mask, but with the black airbrushed eye sockets. He walked to me and I walked to him. It may have been centuries old but I saw the Godfather when I was a kid with my Pops. I reached him and flicked my wrist.
Pop!
Before he went down, I saw the flash of anger on his face as he realized that he wasn't going to be able to assassinate me so easily. The cyborg fell back and crashed to the ground. He yelled out from the burning hole in his chest. Then we saw them. These Hippos, all with their masks on, came out from the shadows with guns blazing.
Civilians scattered as the gang members took positions at one end of the street and we took cover where we could--close to the tower walls and low. Thank goodness for the rain and the steam from the vents. Hub took his position in front of me and returned fire like a maniac; I heard two Hippos cry out. His sons followed his lead, but two of his sons ran off. Based on what I was seeing, this was not a coward family and no cop in this city, even a scumbag like Hub, would run away like a scaredy-cat against criminals, no matter how out-gunned. I hoped they had a hover-car somewhere with laser machine guns in the trunk.
I looked up again and this time I saw it. People were jumping out of a hover-car onto the buildings. The Hippos had the firepower to hold us, but not overpower us. They were buying time.
"They're stalling for time," I yelled at Hub.
"So are we," he answered back and continued firing.
There are times when you see things that you've never seen before and it takes days to process it. The sky traffic above us just stopped and hover-cars began to descend to the ground. We heard doors opening and saw them. In all my years, I had never seen an entire sky lane of traffic stop and drop like that. The gunfire from the hover-cars almost cut us to pieces right there. It was a miracle that we weren't killed outright and that none of the bullets, laser beams, or laser rounds hit us. We scrambled back as fast as we could into what shadows there were.
Hover-car after hover-car landed and out came the animal gangs-- Jackals, Pigs, Lions, Unicorns, Snakes, Toads, Lizards, and others I couldn't make out. One hover-car zipped to a stop right above us with the door already open and a Monkey at a side mounted machine gun. I didn't hesitate and shot him right in the head. He fell over and crashed the ten feet to the ground. Another Monkey pushed two others out of the way and jumped onto the machine gun turret. He was dressed differently than the others--they were all in chocolate brown suits; he was in a bright, white-silver one and tie. Was this Monkey Baker, the head of the Animal Farm Syndicate?
I shot at him too, but hit only the turret. An explosion of gunfire erupted from behind me. I physically jumped, startled, and looked back. Chief Hub had a compact machine-gun in his hands. At least the scumbag was prepared. I looked back to see who I suspected was Monkey Baker strafed by bullets jump back into the hover-car, another Monkey fell out to crash to the ground, and then the vehicle blasted off and away.
One often played Cowboys and Indians as a kid with sonic toy guns or colored paint shooters. Everyone always wanted to be the Cowboys to defeat the Indians. This wasn't that. This was the Battle of Little Big Horn and I was General Custer and that meant I was about to get killed badly with all my men. The barrage of lighted gunfire from these deranged animal masked gang members was overwhelming. We were encircled by neon signs and neon bullets coming at us every which way. There were just too many of them.
"This is the police! Drop your weapons!"
The voice rumbled through the air and seemed to be coming from the heavens above as if spoken by God. Silver-and-black police "PEACE" officers descended from the sky via their silent jet-packs like black rain, blitzing the ground with more intense gunfire than seemed possible.
These gang members had really stepped in it. To us, it seemed like world war with 500 of them firing at us six guys, but now 500,000 jet-packed police--thousands of points of light--descended from the black sky firing at them! It was a bloodbath. I was certain that every gang gunman was hit dozens of times by police gunfire and they were still taking solid and laser rounds. Bodies collapsing to the ground; their hover-cars shot apart and exploding. This wasn't world war, it was the End of the World for the Animal Farm Crime Syndicate. Hub's two sons had brought the Cavalry to the rescue all right, with not a moment to spare. I had never ever, ever, ever seen so many cops in the sky before--no one had.
Whoever Monkey Baker was, he was done. His Animal Farm Syndicate was done. The Metro Police were going to track every last one of them down until everyone last one was dead or in jail. Monkey Baker wasn't going to have time to think about me ever again, let alone come after me. A smile crept onto my face as I watched the silver-and-black event before my eyes. A few police incursions like this in key points of the city and Metropolis would be crime-free...well for a week at least.
"How did you learn to shoot so well," one of Hub's sons asked me, almost annoyed by the fact.
"Video games," I answered.
Securing the scene was elevated to an insane new level. The entire street was locked down and that meant twenty miles, in either direction, on the ground with a human net of hovering police in the air. I couldn't even comprehend how the coroner's department would clear a body count of this magnitude. Exe said there was a time that criminals were killing 10,000 people a weekend. Such numbers were beyond my ability to grasp. That was too many innocent faces. Hopefully, the cosmic scales had been balanced a bit today.
The standard procedure was done and officers started walking to me. The sight of what amounted to a ground armada of silver-and-black peace officers approaching me...I couldn't swallow hard enough, but at least I knew they were on my side. Chief Hub and sons must have been soiling themselves and I noticed how they got closer and closer to me as the crowd approached.
"You!" It was Wilford G. Jr. He pulled off his half-visor helmet. "We're glad you have a death wish, because that wish will be granted."
"Why do you think we're here?" Hub yelled back. "You jokers weren't providing proper protection."
"Protection? We saved your asses," an officer yelled back.
"If you all hadn't abandoned the city, this would never have happened!"
"Abandoned? Says the man who let his own officers get gunned down," a female officer yelled.
"I had nothing to do with it!"
The officers had engulfed us and every one of them had their long guns in hand. I could see the sweat pouring down the side of Hub's face. A hover-van descended slowly and I could see Wilford G. Jr. and the others gesture for the officers to clear a space. The vehicle landed a couple of feet from me and the door opened. Inside were families--adults and kids from toddlers to teenagers.
"Mr. Cruz," one of the women said. "We've been trying to get you to come to us, but it seems with your busy life it's better and easier to come to you. My husband was one of the officers killed at the Sweet Street Shoot-Out."
She and the other spouses introduced themselves.
"Why is the murderer here?" one of the women in the hover-van yelled looking at Wilford G. Jr.
"I am not a murderer," Chief Hub answered back. "I had nothing to do with it."
"Is your Mayor master going to have those Up-Top spaceships try to take over the pla
net?" said another widow. "We're going to blast them from the sky."
"I have nothing to do with the Mayor or them either," Hub answered.
"Tell me, Mr. Cruz," asked one of the widowers holding his little son's hand, "Are you going to identify everyone involved in this plot? Are you going to tell us the masterminds behind the death of my boy's mother? The mastermind behind the death of all our loved ones?"
"I am," I answered.
"Is he one them?" he asked, pointing directly at Chief Hub.
If I were evil, I could have lied and Hub and Sons would never have left that street alive. But I was a good guy, so I couldn't, but it was interesting to feel what true temptation to the dark side felt like. Hub undoubtedly was holding his breath. One word from me truly could end his life.
"No, not him," I said. "He's just a scumbag who wanted to play politics. There's another who's the mastermind. Or the co-mastermind. The criminal animal gang leader, Red was one. This person is the other half. And their time is coming to an end soon. However, before I concentrate on finishing the job, I must ask: can you all secure the city first? People are hiding in their homes and businesses. They can't walk the streets in safety. People can't send their kids to school. I know you haven't had a chance to do any tours, but Metropolis is a ghost town. The criminal punks think they run the city now and not you. Can you take care of that? I'll take care of my end. Can that happen?" I looked at the widower holding his son's hand. "This city doesn't need any more widows, widowers, or orphans."
The families in the hover-van and the officers looked at each other.
Wilford G. Jr. Spoke up, "We can do that, but not him!" He pointed at Hub.
"I'm no fan of the Chief. He and the Mayor tried to destroy my life, but he did save my life. I don't know if his motives were pure. Probably not, but if he wasn't backing me, I'd be dead, period."
"Let's do what the man says and restore order to the city," Hub said. "If you want to get me, then all you have to do is organize a recall or demand the Mayor replace me or replace the Mayor, but not this."
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