Dirt

[chulance]

Frank Coblain was always one who wanted to be the best at everything he did. He started as a lowly traffic guard and now he was a detective. The job hadn’t been as action packed, and enjoyable as the movies made it out to be. It also wasn’t nearly as exciting more often then not when bullets were flying at him he was ducked behind a vehicle opening fire on the first fool that popped their head out from behind a corner. Life or death, whoever pulled the trigger first was the survivor. It was gruesome, it wasn’t like CSI Miami or the first 48 hours. Many cases were unsolved, hell they’d gotten involved with more gangs, and drug trafficking than other form of crime. Movies about cops that took down entire organized crime groups, or where borderline super heroes situations like that didn’t occur in the world he lived in.

His life was as cold as the Chicago air that surrounded him. Pimps, Politicians, and police, all of which fit together in this messed up world. What impact had he really made on it, caught a suspected killer or two, shoot outs with wannabe thugs, helping the DEA stop a cocaine deal. What about stopping human trafficking or something. His life was far from boring but it wasn’t the exciting James Bond meets Clark Kent story he’d be hoping to live by becoming a detective.

That was until he’d took a taste of the criminal under world itself, he was going to bust someone, a “Trap” house. The residence reeked of marijuana, and dope. However he’d run into one of his old friends, a former teacher. A Teacher turned dope dealer wasn’t that something, and one thing lead to another. He ended up getting a piece of the money in return for helping keep the police away from them. He’d just wanted his friend to help escape a life of crime, but not only that. He’d begun to see possibilities the deeper connections he made with criminals the easier it would be to take them down. Of course this wasn’t the Green Hornet, he’d tasted the fruit from the tree of good and evil.

He was banished from the garden, that first stack of cash, filled with hundred dollars bills had changed him forever. For better or for worse he’d continued getting deeper and deeper into a world which no member of law enforcement belonged into. Was there any moral justification left, or was it just the aspect of having money for his children’s children that enticed him now? He was sitting down at dunkin donuts biting in his maple donut while sipping his coffee.

He’d put far too much sugar in it, at least that what most told him. He hated drinking coffee without taste, sure he needed the caffeine to keep him awake. But if he wanted something nasty to keep him alert he’d chug red bull, monster, and 5 Hour energy. He took another bite of the delicious hole of sweetness as he looked at his watch. His partner was late again, not that anyone cared. Half the force was corrupt, why did they have to be the odd two out.

The Batman and Robin of the police, it’s not like they were getting rewarded for their good deeds. They sure as hell wheren’t getting a pay check raise, he’d been in the same division for 5 years now. He just relaxed he had two more donuts to eat, his partner was late. They’d made a deal if she was more then 20 minutes late he was eating the whole half dozen. “Damn it..I hate waiting”

[Giratina]

Millicent "Millie" Whitley had always been a perfectionist, from as soon she could talk to now. She would be the one child who would spend hours on a self-portrait, refusing to make a mistake. As the years passed, that side of her quelled a bit, but she still was on the honor-roll, had a 4.0 GPA, and had been offered scholarships to Yale, Harvard, and M.I.T. when she was still a junior. After much turmoil, self-evaluation, and research, Millicent decided against accepting the scholarships. Instead, she bewildered her co-workers, friends, and teachers, and parents, by applying for acceptance into the University of Phoenix, her reasoning being: "I've always seen hurt people, becuase no one is there to defend them. There are plenty of rich scientists, lawyers, and engineers." Her parents were absolutely enraged. They threatened to kick her out if she did not withdraw her application.

Being as hard-headed as she was, she found herself on the streets before completing her senior year. She was struggling with school, a job, and desperately searching for a place to stay. A friend knew a guy who was offering to rent out a room, and she accepted with open arms. The situation worked out great. Millicent had a place to stay, and was on her way to becoming a law-enforcer. However problems, as they always do, arose. She was soon pregnant by her landlord as she finished her final year of high school. The man kicked her out, and seeing no other option, Millicent aborted the fetus.

Millicent had expected criminal justice to be hard, but not on the scale that hit her like a freight train. After six years of regret, constant studying, stressing over tests, and living crappy paycheck to crappy paycheck, she emerged with a major degree in Criminal Justice.

It's been a mere two years since then, and she's become a senior detective.

"Not that it's much more than a freaking title..." she grumbled to herself, glancing at the clock on her Nokia. She was going to be late... again. She hated to keep her partner waiting, but that's what happened. The doughnut place was right around the corner, and hopefully he wouldn't realize how late she actually was. She entered the shop, and spotted him immediately. Not that he stuck out, but when you work with someone for a year, you get to know 'em. She slid into the booth, facing him. "Sorry I'm late..." she said. Noticing the pastries, she decided against having one. But her stomach quickly won the battle, and she picked up a doughnut, biting into the treat, soft elevator music filling the shop.

[chulance]

She described herself as a perfectionist but she was never on time, perhaps she needed to work on perfecting the time on her watch.

“It’s ok I’ve gotten use to you never being early, so it all works out.” He took another bite of the donut, sugar & caffeine where a life saver especially when you were working on an assignment that kept you up for hours, sometimes days. All he knew was this had to change, this cop diet, donuts, he wanted more. Sure he wanted to wipe out the dangerous drug lords, human traffickers, and what not, but money was important too. That was something Uncle Sam didn’t want to cough over, instead the CIA & DHS got all the big bucks guess dealing with terrorists meant more money.

“Alright well listen, “He reached over to a folder he’d pushed to the side of the table to make room for breakfast, and opened it up. “Remember the guy we were looking into, the ecstasy dealer. My contact told me some news about some big ass shipment of X he’s about to bring in tonight, at least half a million dollars worth.” Just talking about all that money caused a gleam in his eyes, but there were some things he didn’t even tell his partner.

Getting drug money was one of those don’t share topics. “I say we go down there, by ourselves, bust it. I know we’re suppose to have back up and shit, but when’s the last time we’ve got credit for doing anything? We’re Senior Detectives, and the fucking police do more then us.” With a few more bites his donut was done, he wanted to know her opinion at them trying to break up the deal by themselves. Maybe he’d watched Rush hour 3, and Bad Boys 2 far too many times, but it was time to get the recognition & the pay he “Deserved”.

[Giratina]

She recognized that look on his face, the desire in his eyes. Millie had always suspected that he went under the law to get his 'fair share', but never had any proof. Not that she wanted any, he was a good cop, a good partner. Losing him would be a major blow to the force, even if he was too greedy for his own good. So, like every other time, she let it slide. Besides, who would miss the few thousand he took? Certainly not the drug dealers, they would be missing freedom in general.

"Going in by ourselves seem risky. We'd have to take extra caution, maybe another member. Someone we trust, and if you don't have anybody, I do." she said, toying with the idea in her head. "Anyway, whatever we decide, we're definitely going to have to play it very safe, and close to the chest. If the chief gets so much as a sniff of this, he'll have our badges. Probably our heads too. "