Hard Bullets, Hard Rain

The office was cramped and dusty; a collection of folders and files lined the walls, lay in boxes on the floor, scattered across the lone desk, any semblance of organization had vanished along with the aesthetics. A single window, small for the room and smudged with dirt and grime illuminated a narrow band of dust particles that danced in the air. It looked the office of an anxiety disorder, not the Chief of Police.

Purpleish Guy With Horned Helmet And Weird Rib Thing On His Chest leaned forward in his chair and reached compulsively for the cigar resting in the ashtray, he stopped midway, remembering the cigar had been out for an hour now, hell, even if it had been lit, no way he was getting it through his horned helmet that was kinda fused onto his face . He was getting old, tired, forgetting things, life on the force had a way of doing that, after being Chief of Police of Distant Castle On Hill City for fifteen years, he was entitled to feel a little worn out.

And if there was ever a day to drain the life out of him, this was it. For right now, despite all his duties, despite everything that needed to be done, he had only one job:

Wait for the call.

He knew who it was going to be, what would be said, and what he’d have to do, but that didn’t make it any easier. “Besides” he thought, “calls like this should never be easy”.

The phone rang. He picked it up.

Forty minutes passed before the second act of this tragedy began, Purpleish Guy with Horned Helmet and Weird Rib Thing on His Chest didn’t even look up as the uproar started outside, he remained focused on his work.

Grey Bald Guy With Four Arms burst into the office, the cries of the secretary close behind him.
“Jesus Christ Purpleish Guy with Horned Helmet and Weird Rib Thing on His Chest! You got a lot of nerve calling me into your office like this god damn it!”

Purpleish Guy with Horned Helmet and Weird Rib Thing on His Chest didn’t bother to reply, not to Grey Bald Guy With Four Arms at least, there was no sense talking to him in a state like this, better to give him a few seconds to calm down. Instead he spoke to his secretary; “It’s okay Ms. Fairy With Golden Aura And Greenish Skin” he said, “Grey Bald Guy With Four Arms is expected”.

Purpleish Guy with Horned Helmet and Weird Rib Thing on His Chest’s secretary closed the door behind Grey Bald Guy With Four Arms and went back to her office. Only then did he raise his eyes to look at the four armed man that had entered his office.

“Sit the hell down” he said. Grey Bald Guy With Four Arms began to speak but before he got word one the Chief interrupted. “Quiet down! If you’re not gonna respect me at least respect the office!”

“Yeah, hell of an office you got here” Grey Bald Guy With Four Arms spat. But Purpleish Guy with Horned Helmet and Weird Rib Thing on His Chest let it slide. Slowly he began; “Fourteen thousand dollars in automotive damages, seven thousand in property damage, and an additional thirty-seven thousand in medical bills! Is there anything on that street you didn’t trash!?”

Grey Bald Guy With Four Arms, was taken off guard by the sudden ferocity of Purpleish Guy with Horned Helmet and Weird Rib Thing on His Chest, he shot back. “And just what the hell was I supposed to do!”

“You call for backup! God damn it!”

Anger flashed in Grey Bald Guy With Four Arms two eyes, “The only backup I got is laying in a hospital bed!”

Purpleish Guy with Horned Helmet and Weird Rib Thing on His Chest leaned back at last, slowly he began “The Mayor called forty-five minutes ago, Centaur With Mohawk Holding Bow and Arrow To The Left didn’t make it.”

“No… god no” Grey Bald Guy With Four Arms was reduced to a whimper “…NO!”

Purpleish Guy with Horned Helmet and Weird Rib Thing on His Chest should have known better than to try to console him, nevertheless he began “I’m sorry Grey Bald Guy With Four Arms it’s hard I know…”

Grey Bald Guy With Four Arms looked at him, enraged. “You know nothing! Centaur With Mohawk Holding Bow and Arrow To The Left was talking about getting out! He was going to retire!” an uncomfortable silence festered before he started again “Him and I grew up together, since we was kids we was partners! Just used to hang out… dream about being on the force together. Just two stupid kids, one with four arms, one with four legs, fighting, scrapping, getting into trouble, and dreaming about making a difference.”

There would be no better time to finish this, thought Chief Purpleish Guy with Horned Helmet and Weird Rib Thing on His Chest. “I’m going to need your badge and your gun.”

Grey Bald Guy With Four Arms stood up and tossed both on the desk, “Listen up you sick son of a *****! I may be off the force, but I am not of this case!”

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