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it's like James Bond.

Who: Nick (

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Where: Somewhere in Locke City, moving to the police station
When: November 12th, afternoon
What: Arrests and interrogations and secret plots, oh my

Nick hadn't actually gone out today intending to do anything big about his undercover plot. He'd told Monroe and Yuji that he was going to take it slow - well, he'd tried to tell Yuji, but his partner's still pissed at him, and now Nick's starting to get angry at him back - but still, he is planning on taking it slow.

That involves nothing more than getting friendly with some of the cops with the strange dogs, at the moment, which is why Nick's chatting cheerfully with one of them on a coffee break.

Of course, the dog picks then to react to someone passing too close by it, an obvious signal that this is Someone of Interest, and someone who will likely be seeing the inside of the interrogation room. And, even worse, Nick recognizes the guy. This one isn't a false alarm.

The cop on the other end of the leash is looking forlornly at his cup of coffee, and Nick makes a split second decision.

"I got this," he says, flipping back his coat to put one hand on his handcuffs and make sure his badge is in plain view as he moves after the guy, calling, "Sir! I need you to stop right now, please."

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Ray, who had just moments before probably been making that coffee that asshole McCop was drinking, was just leaving work all innocently and shit, lighting up a cigarette when officer not-quite James Bond started approaching him.

Hold up, Ray recognized this dude. He was sure he'd seen him before. YEAH, he had, he was there when that big group of assholes decided that fighting evil snake monsters was a good idea. Ray quickly shifted from 'fuck it's the cops what did I do this time' to almost relaxed.

"Dude, what? Is this about those unpaid parking tickets? I'm gonna pay 'em when I have the money, man! Tch, I can't even make it from work to my car without someone crawling up my ass about something!"

It was an awesome idea, okay, all of Nick's ideas are awesome. Even when they're terrible. Nick notices that shift, though, and between that and where he recognizes him from, he can't help but feel a pang of guilt.

"...yeah. That's my dream, chasing people after they just got off work to harass them about unpaid parking tickets."

Doing his best to keep the unimpressed look and not slide into guilt or awkwardness, Nick shrugs. "What is that dog over there pointed you out, and we both know it's not going to be a false alarm. Which means you're going in for an interrogation, and you're either going to in with him, or me."

"Wh-"

Ray's brain basically froze over when he finally noticed the dog. Fuck. Oooooh fuck there was a POLICE DOG. Why was Ray a moron. WHY WASN'T HE MORE CAREFUL.

His relaxedness quickly shifted into something that resembled a terrified chihuahua about to pee on the floor. Nononono.

"I SWEAR TO GOD THIS IS JUST TOBACCO!" Ray sputtered, holding the cigarette out in that 'SEE LOOK' sort of way. "I'M CLEAN MAN, YOUR SHITTY DOG'S FACE IS BROKEN!"

Nick's lips twitched a little as he tried hard not to smile. It'd be really inappropriate to smile here, considering just how terrified this guy looks and just what Nick is going to be bringing him in for, it's just-

"Really? 'Your shitty dog's face is broken,' that's your defense?"

That is a terrible defense, man.

"You know I can't just take your word for it, right? Especially not when he saw the dog react to you, if I don't take you in, they're going to want to know why."

Because Ray has a bad habit of blurting out the first thing that pops into his head, his next words are "FUCK THAT GUY AND FUCK THAT DOG AND FUCK YOU!! THIS IS BULLSHIT!!"

He immediately cringed, because he's a fucking idiot and why would he ever do that oh God totally not helping his own case any. But, y'know, what the hell. He was on a goddamn roll. If these assholes wanted to take him in, he was gonna make them work for it.

"That dog didn't even move, man! LOOK AT IT! It's just sittin' there trying to decide if it wants to lick it's balls or not!"

This is far from the first time that someone Nick's been arrested has started cursing at him, so Nick takes it in stride.

Normally, now would be the part where he stopped trying to talk the guy into a peaceful arrest and started tackling and handcuffing, but given the circumstances, he's still trying for talking.

They shot at a weird monster and giant snake statue together, Nick doesn't just want to throw him to the wolves.

"Should I take you back over there and let him get a second sniff, then?"

"I have a better idea. Look at this."

And then Ray flipped him the bird like a mature adult. In fact, he flipped the other cop off too. And the dog. Especially the dog.

God why was Ray's life a downward spiral of bad decisions today.

"Impressive," Nick comments dryly, sounding anything but.

He moves his hand away from his belt, taking the handcuffs as he does.

"As convincing as that was, I can't let you go. If I do, Detective Sherman'll hear about it, and I really need him not to hear that I'm letting people the dogs pick up on go."

"That isn't a fucking drug dog, is it." Ray actually wasn't screaming and yelling like a moron now. Of course it wasn't a drug dog. He'd never even smoked pot before. Fuck. Okay. Maybe this was a way bigger thing than he'd originally thought.

The fact that he'd only heard really bad things about the police in town when it came to weirdos like him wasn't exactly comforting. But this guy wouldn't fuck him over, right? Nick or whatever? He was one of them, right? Hell, he was Yuji's fucking partner, wasn't he? YEAH? SO RAY WAS OKAY RIGHT? Obviously he was just trying to cover his own ass since he was out with another cop, which, okay, Ray could understand that. BUT STILL.

"Fuck." The weight of the situation kind of hit him all at once. His hand was visibly shaking ever so slightly as he brought his cigarette to his lips. He needed like six cigarettes right now. "So, an interrogation. Okay. And that's it? I have training for that shit, motherfucker, so don't even try to jerk me around."

And yes he was still going to try acting like a badass. FUCK THE SYSTEM.

Nick's torn between reluctance to admit that it isn't just a drug dog, and relief that the guy'd figured out there was a lot more at stake here than just getting busted for drugs.

He's leaning a lot more towards relief, now that he isn't getting shouted at.

"'Fuck' is a pretty accurate summary, yeah." Nick's voice has been at conversational levels for the most part, but now he lowers it, just barely. An extra precaution, though he knows they can't be within earshot of the other cop.

"The interrogation is all I know about, and it won't be with me, but I'm going to be there if I can. Honestly, I don't know if that's it. I - I'll explain on the way."

"I'm gonna explain my boot up that dog's ass in a minute." He stood there grumbling for a few seconds, apparently calming down, before blurting "I HAD THINGS TO DO TODAY!"

Yes, the shouting was back. No, it wasn't necessary, but he was pissed as shit. He speed smoked the rest of his cigarette and dramatically spat the butt out on the ground. Yeah. Fuck you everyone. He was going to litter and you couldn't stop him. He then made a dramatic show out of displaying his wrists in that 'I double dog dare your ass to put those cuffs on me' sort of way.

"Well!? Let's get this bullshit over with, huh?"

Edited 2013-11-13 04:10 (UTC)

"I'd like to see what kind of explanation you come up with for that, but I don't think the outcome'd be anything good."

Nick's a homicide detective, he's not going to throw a fit about litter. Of course, usually he wouldn't be doing a drugs bust, either, but that's beside the point. It seems like the guy's actually going to come along without Nick having to tackle him or anything, so Nick'd rather be patient here than risk injury.

Dramatic display or not, Nick still has to cuff him, if only to keep up appearances sake, so he moves in to snap the handcuffs closed around the outstretched wrists, hoping the guy isn't going to change his mind and make things difficult.

Oh, Ray had already changed the fuck out of his mind, but contrary to popular belief, he wasn't a complete moron. Not that there would have been much for him to do by means of escape in the first place, especially with his bad knee, but hey. He was stuck, whether he liked it or not.

Honestly, he was more concerned about how he was going to explain all this to his boss. Uuuuughhhh how inconvenient. He sighed, defeated as all hell, and just waited for Nick to do whatever it was that he had to do.

Honestly, Nick wishes he could have just let him go. They've fought weird network-related things together twice, and that would have been enough for Nick to bend the rules for him under another circumstance.

But not this one.

Nick leads him to his car - unmarked, but still police issue - and puts him in the back seat before getting in himself. He waits until they've driven a block or so before he says, "This isn't about me covering my ass. Well, it is, but it isn't just about that. The police are getting orders to go after network people, even if most of them don't know it. I want to know why, what their plans are."

"No shit? I would have just accepted the ass covering story."

Ray tried to get comfortable in the back seat, but the fact that he was kind of scared shitless of this whole situation was making that a little difficult. he settled for leaning against the door and staring out the window.

"What a load of bullshit. We're not hurting anything! Hell, all we've been doing is defending ourselves from weird shit! At least as far as I know. I guess I don't really pay as much attention as I should. Partly because I've been trying to avoid shit like this!"

He holds up his cuffed hands and wiggles them in Nick's rear view mirror.

Despite himself, Nick smiles a little. "You deserved to know the real reason."

Even if the real reason isn't exactly reassuring, and has gotten him in a lot of trouble with a couple of people.

"I know. It's not right, and it's not what the police are supposed to be doing. I don't like corrupt cops, and I really don't like corrupt cops that are in a position of power and can make other cops be corrupt without them knowing it. Especially when it involves network shit."

"And now I'm stuck in the middle of some big dumbass cop conspiracy. Great, this is exactly how I wanted to spend my week."

Since he was all about theatrics, he groaned and bonked his head against the window a couple times.

"At least you're bein' straight with me, I can't complain about that. You know what's gonna happen though, if my mom finds out I'm in fucking jail? She's going to fly her ass out here and kick the shit out of me. I'm dead. I am a dead man."

"It goes further than cops, I think. Whoever wants the people involved with the network, and whatever they want them for, I think they're just using cops to try to get them. It has something to do with ThunderCorp, they were the ones behind the water contamination and the ones linked to the bombing in the Dead District."

Nick winces at the head bonking, but doesn't say anything. Just don't hurt yourself, man.

"He can't keep you in jail that long, at least not legally. But - I don't know how he's going to play it here, if he's going to trust me or not."

"I heard about the water thing. I was a little late to the party for that one."

Ray frowned, staring at the back of Nick's head as he spoke. Not having to stay in jail for too long was good news, however...

"Who's 'he'? You're making it sound like some comic book super villain."

Edited (hurrrr) 2013-11-13 06:52 (UTC)

"You're lucky there, at least, uncontrollable laughter wasn't that fun."

Nick smiles slightly at that, though there isn't really any humor in it.

"That wasn't intentional, but for all I know, it might be the truth. Detective Sherman, he and the sheriff are the two we know for sure that're involved in this."

"Oh yeah. I punched a dude in the face for that once."

Best not to ask about that one.

"Jeeeesus Christ, just throw me at the final boss right off the bat, huh? Good thing I'm a master at bullshitting. I can guarantee that this guy's going to hate every fiber of my being, at least. I guess that's not really so reassuring now that I think about it..."

"...I'm not going to ask."

At another time, he'd want to know, but not when he's arresting the guy.

"I don't know if he's the final boss. Maybe more of the 'stage one' boss. There's still the sheriff, and whoever's behind ThunderCorp. Maybe more. And - I'm going to do everything I can to be in there."

"Yyyyeah, that's. Probably in my best interest, isn't it."

Ray grumbled some bullshit under his breath and went back to staring out the window. At least there was that. Nick seemed like a pretty cool guy.

"Do what you can, I guess. Is there anything I need to do? Anything super specific I need to know?"

"Normally I'd say I'm not going to arrest you for it, but..."

A little late for that. Nick has to think about that for a moment, because he does want to prepare the guy as much as possible, he just... doesn't know exactly what to prepare him for.

"You can tell me your name, actually, since I should have asked you that before instead of explaining the situation and telling you my not-quite James Bond level plan. And whatever Detective Sherman is, it's not human. Just - keep that in mind, I guess."

"Oh, perfect. I get to chat with fuckin' Slenderman or something."

Damn, Ray really wanted another cigarette. Shit like this didn't happen in real life. He shook his head and took a deep breath. No avoiding this mess now, so he might as well roll with it.

"Name, right. Sergeant Ray Zimmerman, retired army. Is it safe to assume Detective Slenderman is going to do a background check?"

Damn it Ray, stop saying stuff that makes Nick want to smile. It's so inappropriate to be amused by his snark.

"Probably, yeah. I'm... also going to guess that he's not going to let you call a lawyer, and that there won't be any record of the interrogation. I don't know exactly what he's going to ask you, so be prepared for anything."

"So basically what I'm getting from this is that I'm as good as dead."

Judging from what he'd already heard so far about the police, that was the only logical conclusion he could draw from this whole mess. The police wanted people like them gone, and once they found out Ray wasn't going to be cooperative, he figured they sure as hell wouldn't have any reason to keep him around.

He silently brainstormed for a few moments before adding, "I might be able to work with this. In the event that I am horribly murdered or something though, do me a favor and find someone to take care of my cat.

"And uh. I guess tell Yuji that he was absolutely right about me needing to be more careful and that I'm sorry for being an idiot and literally never paying attention to pretty much anything going on around me. And also his tattoo is really stupid but I didn't want to say anything mean about it."

Priorities. Ray has them.

"No." Nick shakes his head. "Dude, I'm not going to let them kill you, even if it means blowing my cover, all right? But, uh, it'd really suck to blow it before I even got started, so let's hope you can work with it. Even if you need to say you'll give them information but you'll only work with me or something."

He starts to say that sure, he'll get someone to look after his cat and pass on the message, but then he processes that fully and frowns.

"Wait, what? Why would you need me to tell that to Yuji?"

"I'll make it work, don't even worry about it."

Ray was about to go on and on about how he's an amazing bullshitter and one time talked his way out of getting his ass beat by three drunk army grunts, but Nick's next question kind of caught him off guard.

"Oh, he didn't tell you? We're kind of dating."

"I have to worry a little, considering things."

Considering what they're about to get into. Or, well, what Nick's about to get Ray into, more accurately.

"...you're the guy he's dating? Shit, he's going to kill me."

This wasn't really an appropriate time at all, but Ray couldn't help but laugh at Nick's expense.

"HAH! Wow, you're in deep shit, huh buddy? It's gonna suck to be you almost as much as it sucks to be me!"

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