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</div><br/>He was going too. There had been a time when he'd be in a uniform tending the crowd, but he'd paid his dues. Those were some good days, though. He still ran as fast. Leather shoes, but he had the soles put in out of Nike rubber. Needed the edge because some of the users were springy. Bi Hun Moul didn't like to lose, but he could take it well enough when he needed to. Nah, today he was was attending. Some big thing about Jocelyn Shino, prodigy pianist. And a whole slew of talented musical people. Like one of those old freakshow tents, but for people with good skin and ivy league backgrounds. Sounded boring to him, but he had to keep up appearances, now that he was fucking lead of South Precinct.<br/><br/>He liked the attention in the office. Everyone ran to him now. Wasn't official or anything, not yet, but all those resources and premade plans Danny had, needed to be controlled by someone now. Det. Moul had shit on his record, which would be a bad thing if it wasn't run by bad people. He had some big catches to his name, and people liked him because he took them out to party. Crazy B. He hadn't even thrown his hat in the ring but here he was, pride 'o the fucking station. Didn't mean he had to wear a suit like Pristine Davis. He liked a long-sleeve he could move in. Didn't do a lot of cop things, but he still believed in being able to beat the criminal element down, if he wanted to. The hero complex turned into anger, somewhere along the line. But he had a midnight blue BMW and 10k girls giving him head on the weekends, so there was that.<br/><br/>And then there was his extra curricular stuff. Bad shit that would make bad people click subscribe. Darlings in bad situations in front of an HD camera in a secret location.<br/><br/>But he was late to the show. Big whop. If they thought a good last name opened doors, try flashing a badge. Meant you weren't even touched by deadlines. If he wanted to, he could jog on stage in the middle of the performance and bend Shino over the piano. Yeah, maybe he'd hit the good shelf a little hard in the Sakura Vault last night, but they had good ambiance there, didn't even know you were rock 'n rollin' until you couldn't see straight. After the murder of some overseas Yakuza guy, that place was a hotspot, and Bi Hun was basically the only one working it. Talked to Mr. Lenaka himself about it, got a fat stack of numbers on his account, so now he was just going through the motions. Waitresses there were all in, because they had to, and they liked the badge.<br/><br/>He'd just been nursing that, just been his charming self waking up and not checking in with work because<i>rouge </i>motherfucker, when he came in late to park. He was a bit agitated with trying to find a spot, but he guessed he'd walk a little. Nike soles and all. Tall for his heritage, all limbs. His loose neck knit cost a fortune in a store with glass and gold details. It was kept to his torso with the black harness for a handgun and it three mags. Gotta look good when you're the new big boy at South. His hair was a mess to one side, but would you believe he'd gelled it that way? He muttered to himself until he felt something in the garage on his way. Some sense he'd picked up as a beat boy.<br/><br/>Had his hands in his pockets, leaning against a column. People in these situations just need to slow down and see<i>where </i>all the 'nah, it's was probably nothing' was coming from. And then, suddenly you'll now know where the balaclava dude with bad intent is hiding. Bi inhaled soundlessly. The scent of new cars, collected, couldn't beat a shitty shop with leaking vehicles, but it wasn't bad. He had his hopes when he looked and there was a shadow with a thousand tails darting by. He grinned. The one that always got away. Dead ringer for his basement movies, but she was slippery. Though, he'd never really pulled the trigger on that, had he? Always a good day to meet with Luci.<br/><br/>Came up right behind her, because she thought there'd be noone here. Laughable, too. She was on her fucking phone. Let her have her conversation. He lifted his hands, friendly, at the knife. Thought of a few maneuvers to take it from her and bounce her eye off the corner of the door she'd opened before she put it away. He shrugged. "I'm not hunting. I'm attending. You're getting sloppy in your old age, Luci." he said and felt around for a cigarette. Got one out with a cylindrical lighter. Looked the car over. "You know, I don't really wanna go to this, so if you don't have anything for me, I might have to book you." Asshole, but they had some history, so it may just as well be a joke. He'd always liked Luci's look. Fucked younger, and girls like her made the views skyrocket on the darkweb channels. He had fantasies like that about all his pretty friends. He wondered how dyke Luci would react to a razorblade dildo. Bet she'd be feral. Maybe she'd scream at the camera, too.<br/><br/>"So, when do I get to meet this girl?" heard her entire talk with daddy dearest, too. He lit the flame but didn't hold it to the tip yet. "Kinda hurts my feelings you never gave us a shot first." he added. You'll learn, all dirty cops joke.