Vernon DuPuis's Story

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#2013-01-19 09:17:26, as written by NotAFlyingToy

The cop shot her a grin as he moved to collect them, as well. "Happy to help," he said, easily, not at all concerned by the fact that she was taking a look through the files. Each was a handbill; Wanted posters, each meticulously printed, dating back decades ago, all scooped up from various buildings throughout the city by his very hands, photocopied, and leafed through. Each of the criminals were of public record, likenesses or photographs of them staring out.

As he collected a fair amount, he began stuffing them back into his own file folder. "It takes a special breed of woman to be out on the street in the cold and handing out things that will probably be thrown out the minute they turn the corner," he said, amused. "And anyway; don't worry about those so much. I was just curious about 'em, not like they'll do any harm winding up in someone's hands. Hell, maybe they'll catch 'em."

He reached a hand towards her, tucking the folder into his arm. "Vernon, by the way. Vernon DuPuis."

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#2013-01-19 09:25:07, as written by NotAFlyingToy

The radio squawked inside the Ford Crown Victoria, and a gloved hand snaked out to snag it and hit the answer button.

"213, this is Car 114, responding to your backup call." Pressing two quick buttons on the dash of the car, 213's location blipped in the onboard computer system. Behind the wheel, Specialist Vernon DuPuis slurped the last of his disgusting coffee, flicked the siren to a wail, and gunned it towards the location in a sudden spurt of wheels and scorched asphalt.

He was two minutes away.

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#2013-01-19 09:36:34, as written by NotAFlyingToy

Vernon shrugged, offering a smile. "I'm... I'm in between jobs at the moment, actually. Taking an extended vacation, you could say. Pursuing my options with these."

He flapped the handbills in the air, wondering if she could see through the bullshit. "And what about you? Do you work with those papers you're handing out, or are you advertising the manatees around this season?"

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#2013-01-19 09:46:06, as written by NotAFlyingToy

"Dispatch, this is Car 114," Vernon stated, his hands expertly maneuvering through traffic, shooting through an intersection, squealing around a corner, and firing through an alleyway to cut off a few precious seconds. Officer's lives were at stake.

"Reports are of officers down, unsub armed and dangerous, and a present being unwrapped. I'm looking to - shit," he blared his horn as a Taxi nearly cut him off - "I'm looking to cut off the escape route leading away from the van. I'll push them to you."

The screaming of his siren exploded over a short hill, where the upturned van lay about a mile down the road. Vernon narrowed his eyes, checked the strap on his flak jacket, and pressed down on the accelerator, his fingers moving to unbuckle his seat belt, and unlock his door.

The screaming car closed the distance rapidly.

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#2013-01-19 09:47:38, as written by NotAFlyingToy

Vernon gave her a glance-over. "I dunno," he said, smiling. "You look like a woman used to getting wet."

He paused.

"Um, not that- I didn't mean- well, my foot tastes nice today."

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#2013-01-19 10:00:06, as written by NotAFlyingToy

Vernon accepted the card with as much grace as someone in his position could. "Yeah, thanks. Good luck getting dunked or whatever, Ms," here, he glanced at the name, "Sekova."

He saluted her with the card, a wry grin pulling at his face.

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#2013-01-19 10:11:44, as written by NotAFlyingToy

When the hiss of the front tire reached Vernon's ears, the car went into a slightly out of control, swerve-y mess that resulted in sparks flying from the wheel, licking the sides of the Vic and the asphalt as his knuckles went white on the steering wheel. Giving up trying to regain control, he shifted his hands from the wheel itself to the axel with one hand, the other reaching to grab the standard issue shotgun from the passenger seat and strapping it around his neck.

He then twisted the axel, hard, to the left, and opened the door.

The car went skidding into a slide, the unbuckled seatbelt catching in the wheel and holding it as it careened into the sideways van, slamming against it with no small amount of force. Instants before impact, the cop bailed, a hazy green bubble flashing around him as his body hit the tarmac, performing two somersaults and coming to one knee, shotgun cradled in his hands. The bubble disappeared as quickly as it appeared as he leveled the firearm towards the back of the Van, approaching it in slow, measured footsteps.

"Wing City Police!" he barked, cocking the gun, "Step out of the vehicle with your hands behind your head, weapons on the ground. Do it, now."

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#2013-01-19 10:26:07, as written by NotAFlyingToy

Every day, Vernon's shufflin'.

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#2013-01-19 10:36:10, as written by NotAFlyingToy

The gun remained rigid, trained police's eyes - unusually green, like sapphires - narrowing from behind the barrel of the gun. "That's enough," he said, jerking the gun slightly. "Stay right where you are."

There was a half-dozen feet between the two men, but the disadvantage was on DuPuis' side and he knew it. He couldn't remove a hand from the gun to radio in the situation, change the plan. There was at least another accomplice in the van, and he couldn't stall the man forever.

"On the ground, legs spread apart," DuPuis said, his hand tightening around the butt of the gun as he advanced two steps forwards.

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#2013-01-21 02:40:39, as written by NotAFlyingToy

The gun remained rigid, trained police's eyes - unusually green, like sapphires - narrowing from behind the barrel of the gun. "That's enough," he said, jerking the gun slightly. "Stay right where you are."

There was a half-dozen feet between the two men, but the disadvantage was on DuPuis' side and he knew it. He couldn't remove a hand from the gun to radio in the situation, change the plan. There was at least another accomplice in the van, and he couldn't stall the man forever.

"On the ground, legs spread apart," DuPuis said, his hand tightening around the butt of the gun as he advanced two steps forwards.

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#2013-01-21 03:05:23, as written by NotAFlyingToy

The cop's eyes didn't bat. "Fascinating," he said, in a monotone voice. He released his gun with one hand, the other reaching for his handcuffs as he walked towards the kneeling criminal, the silver bracelet unwinding in a sound not unlike a Zip.

Standing over the kneeling man, he tossed his cuffs down at him. "Cuff yourself," he said, his gun pointed towards Maggy.

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#2013-01-30 17:23:54, as written by NotAFlyingToy

Outside the apartment, the roaring and sudden cutting of an engine could be heard; a yellow convertible, top down, slowing to a halt in a handicapped space. The man inside - blonde, thin, and with an odd shade of blue eyes - took out his keys, and checked his gun belt for his required items.

The file that he had created - from his own scratched, ugly writing - on the woman who he believed to be residing in the apartment lay open on the front seat. Removing his sweater, he tossed it over the documents, undoing his seat belt, opening the door, and stepping from his vehicle. He removed silver aviators from his pocket and placed them on his nose, walking up to the building and heading for the apartment number marked on one of his sheets.

When he reached the intended door, he removed his badge, ensured that his safety was engaged, but the strap was off, and rapped on the door.

"Police." He called.

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#2013-01-30 17:37:17, as written by NotAFlyingToy

Vernon met her eyes, not quite smiling.

"'Afternoon, ma'am," he said, holding up his badge. "I'm Specialist Vernon DuPuis, with the Dangerous Offenders unit, currently affiliated with the WCPD. I'm currently investigating into an incident involving a man name Casper, whom you've had contact with in the past."

He glanced behind her, the move a practiced one, keeping the disgust and anxiety off of his face. He knew of her past. His eyes darted down to follow the lines of her arms, a frown tugging at his lips. "May I come in?"

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#2013-01-30 17:50:02, as written by NotAFlyingToy

"That isn't necessary, thank you," he said, his voice prim as he replaced his badge and followed her inside. He drew a notebook, flipping it back a few pages until more of his chicken scrawl appeared. He remained standing.

"I'll make this quick, ma'am," he said, "as I have no intention of taking up more of your time than what is necessary. A man named Price escaped recently from prison, aided by an accomplice who is unknown at this time. I've reason to believe that he will return for perceived vengeance upon both Casper and Bethany Foster, whom I'm told you also have connections with."

He let the sentence hang, not quite accusing, not quite insinuating.

"Is there any further light you can shed as to the incident with Casper and Price? Anything you give me will help us keep Casper safe and Price locked away."

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#2013-01-30 18:03:14, as written by NotAFlyingToy

Vernon nodded to himself and scribbled down a few things, his hand aggressive, almost angry as he poured her thoughts onto the page. He allowed himself a second look at her arms, opened his mouth as if to comment, and then snapped it shut, finishing his sentence.

When done, he tapped his pen against his notebook, adressing her. "You were the one who contacted the authorities regarding Detective Foster's kidnapping, correct? Can you tell me what you saw?"

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#2013-02-01 04:07:42, as written by NotAFlyingToy

Vernon nodded at this statement, making another aggressive notation.

"Is there any reason you can think of for the abduction of Bethany Foster and the incident involving Casper to be related?"

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#2013-02-01 04:12:29, as written by NotAFlyingToy

Vernon's eyebrows raised, but he said not another word - his notepad formed the words dealer and bitch, however. A reflection of his own personal experience.

"I'll be taking that opinion into account, ma'am," he said, and again, it looked as though it pained him to say the word. "In any case, the Foster abduction isn't my jurisdiction. However, should the WCPD find any further information regarding her whereabouts, I'll make a note to inform you at this address immediately."

It wasn't a kindness in his mind, but an action of necessity. "Is this agreeable?"

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#2013-02-01 04:35:46, as written by NotAFlyingToy

"No," he said, tapping his pen against his notebook and closing it with a flick of his wrist. "No, there's nothing I need from you. But I'd like to share some information."

He folded his arms. "From what I've learned of you, you've been clean for a solid amount of time. Which is good, and would normally clear you of my casebook. But you are in the presence of dangerous men and women, exposed to them, day by day. I would like you to know, as a favour to you, that I hope you stay clean."

He straightened, turned around. "If I happen to find any substances within your system, on your person, or in property that is yours, I will not hesitate to do my job on you, just as well as I wouldn't hesitate to lock up Price or his as-yet unidentified accomplice."

He paused, glancing over his shoulder. "I hope we understand each other."

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