12 Rampage

"So, what do you want?" Kevon finally asked after all the fuzz were cleared. He wasn't naked anymore—since his subordinates forced him to wear the uniform due to Kelly's presence. The NYPD in dystopian era didn't enrolled females because the females were a different competing sector. So they had the freedom to act rowdy in their department vicinity. Occasionally, females like Kelly enter into the fray and they had to discipline themselves.

"Well, I'd like your help." Greg replied. He had multiple bite and scratch marks in his face. Harry didn't spare much of him.

"Idiot, I know that! What do you want in particular?" Kevon opened the door to his office to see the guy who masturbated in the toilet. He seemed to have changed his position. Kevon couldn't believe his eyes. He closed the door at once, waited for a bit and then opened again. And this time, he disappeared. Kevon thought of it as a misjudgment from him.

"I'd like to take a look at the files on the drug trafficking around here. You know, the places where the deal takes place and where they sell it and all." Greg answered as he let himself be seated. Sean and Kelly decided to do so too.

"As much as I'd like to help you, we're police officers. We're not supposed to give out undisclosed information to civilians like you." Kevon shrugged his shoulders signaling that he'd be of no help.

Greg said nothing. He looked at his phone, then looked towards Sean. "Hey Sean, look at this! Konner King sent me a message. Now, just imagine if I'm to tell him that I'm interested in joining the merry boys and who knows—he might just send me the co-ordinates!"

"Enough! I know what you're trying to do—and it is working! Just ask Yuki; he'll give you the files." Kevon looked frustrated as he had to obey Greg's orders. "And by the way, next time, inform me when you come in contact with Konner by any means."

"Thank you, Kevon-chan! I wuv you!" Greg made a weird kissy face, which even made Kevon spooked out. "Oh, and look at your closet. It's not good of someone to do the five knuckle shuffle in the presence of a female!" Kevon looked at his closet to see the masturbator—it wasn't a mirage.

***

After meeting up with Yuki and gathering the info, the squad headed towards every possible location where the missing person could be. But, they had no luck whatsoever.

"Fuck! This is the fifth location already! Are we gonna find something following this lead?" Sean got frustrated.

"First of all, Sean—language! Second, it's just the fifth place; there are—one, two—crap, there's just two places left!" Now, Greg was the one not knowing what to do. Kelly chose not to talk, but observe.

"That's exactly my thought! We should've believed the client." Sean said.

"Wait, something would come up." Greg replied as he focused on something in the distant. "Something did come up!" Greg rushed towards a man sitting in a garden bench in the distance. Sean and Kelly decided to follow him.

"Yo! So, how's life without crime?" Greg asked to the person in front of him—the guy who helped them get to Kelly.

"Difficult. I'm not getting any jobs, due to my background." The man replied as he slanted back towards the bench.

"See, I can help you in that case—only if you help me." Greg put forth his suggestion.

Sean didn't agree to this. "Greg, are you sure about this?" Greg nodded his head in assurance. Sean decided not to pest about this any further.

The man was keen about this too. "I'm listening." He was a bit suspicious, but keen nonetheless.

Greg placed all the police records and the missing person's photo beside the man. "This guy—we need to find this guy. So, tell me if you've seen him in any of those places in the police records.

The man looked at the photo closely. "Wait, isn't this the resident druggie in XYZ club? No wonder why you didn't find him! XYZ is an underground club that conducts all sort of crime—and this guy, I've seen him there for sure. As a matter of fact, he's always there."

"Where is this XYZ club?" Greg asked.

"Wait, I'll write you the address." The man wrote the address and gave it to Greg.

"Thanks." Greg bowed and then gave him a card. "Call this number and ask for Othwyn. Tell her about your struggles and problems in looking for a job. She'll help you on that."

"I'll keep that in mind." The man placed the card in his pocket. "By the way, my name is Sam."

"Greg." They shook hands.

***

So, the three of them reached XYZ club. Sean and Greg seemed happy, for different reasons—Sean was happy since they were about to find the person while Greg hadn't been to a club in months. Kelly personally didn't care and chewed bubblegum and blew it up.

They got in to the club—even Sean and Kelly, who were under-age, got in due to lax security. They didn't quite understand why the police didn't find this place yet. Inside, it wasn't that difficult to find the person they wanted to find since he was the one sniffing various drugs from unhygienic places of naked feminine body—he was easily visible. Greg had to shut his kids' eyes from that, but they slapped his hand off. Sean got a nosebleed in the midst.

"Don't you know that doing drugs are bad?" Greg came up to him and lifted his face up from where it was previously situated just to confirm the identity. There was no mistake.

However, the guy was seriously pissed off. "Huh? What the fuck are you doing?"

"Well, we're here to take you to home." Greg replied.

"That stupid old man doesn't learn, does he? Sending bunch of hooligans—well, the girl looks good. Want me to sniff your panties?" He gave off a perverted look.

Kelly didn't gave a shit to his remarks. But for Greg and Sean, this was insulting.

"Don't go saying stuff to little girls, you pedophile!" It took a split second for Greg's fist to reach the guy's face. A bit more power, and he would've been sent to the oblivion.

The guy was flabbergasted as he saw the blood flowing out of his nose and mouth. A few good teeth were to be discarded too. "Ho waye you yu that? Boryguars, ayak him! [Roughly translated to- how dare you do that? Bodyguards, attack him!]

Enter two big bodyguards. They rushed towards Greg. Just then, they heard a pop—it was from the bubblegum that Kelly blew up. She interjected into the mix and blew a hard punch on both their faces. Within seconds, they were lying flat on the ground. Kelly was no longer bored or disinterested. She was on a rampage.

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