Officer West walked his beat, swinging the stun-club around his wrist in a spectacular manner. The baton twirled first one way and then the other, cartwheeling like a child's toy as he manipulated it movements. He was in good spirits and happily waved to several of the business owners as he made his rounds.<br/><br/>As Bobby turned the corner though, he was caught flat-footed, almost dropping his stun-club at what he saw. A particularly cruel pimp had his Synth employee up against the wall, a knife to her throat as she weeped.<br/><br/>"Something I can help you with Copper?" The pimp, named 'Calag' asked, completely unaffected by the Security agents sudden appearance.<br/><br/>"What's going on here?" Bobby asked. He reached out with his baton and pointed at the Pimp's knife. "Take that knife away from her throat....Now!" Bobby said.<br/><br/>"Whoa....settle down....she's property....I got her bill of sale right in my back pocket. " The Pimp said, putting his knife down into his belt and going to reach into his back pocket.<br/><br/>"Please....please.....I gave him the credits, he just wants more....he always wants more..." The pretty blue haired synth whore pleaded as synthetic tears rolled down her cheeks.<br/><br/>"Shut yer pie hole bitch...nobody gives a shit round here!" Calag scolded her.<br/><br/>Bobby cautiously watched, his hand on the butt of his uni-rifle. The pimp seemed unimpressed and casually produced the digital Memory card and tossed it over to Bobby.<br/><br/>Officer West caught it and placed it into his glove's mounted computer. The file brought up did indeed look to be in order. The Pimp's name was Caligula Jones, and this synthetic hooker, VAL 3247 was purchased legally and therefore she was his to do with, what he pleased.<br/><br/>"Put her down....NOW!" Bobby ignored the information shown on the holographic display.<br/><br/>"What? Are you kiddin' me man? This 'rubber cunt' has been holding out on me...She's cutting into my profits man....That's illegal!" The pimp protested but at least loosened his grip on the prostitute's throat. She gasped breath into her synthetic lungs and then the tears really started to flow. She could tell this little interruption was going to piss Calag off and then he was going to take it out on her.<br/><br/>"I said let her go...." Bobby said flatly, ignoring the pimp's legitimate arguments.<br/><br/>"Man, If you don't fuck off, I am gonna report your superiors at Trump Security...You are interfering with a legitimate business owner while I am in the process of collecting profits.....That's illegal and I will have your fucking job...You feel me PIG?" Calag said and finally let go of the hooker's throat completely. The pimp grew bold in his audacity and started to walk toward Officer West.<br/><br/>Bobby didn't hesitate, he swung his baton and cracked Calag in the side of his face, sending the perpetrator sprawling. Bobby rushed the surprised man, taking his club and smashing, first the pimp's hand which was going for his knife, and then another strike to the man's sternum just for good measure. All of  this without saying another word, the result left Calag squirming in pain on the ground while his property, Val looked on in horror. She of course knew that every injustice carried on her owner, would be paid back to her threefold.<br/><br/>"Please....please officer.....please stop...He didn't mean anything by it, He was just gonna slash me a little...Please don't hit him no more!...Look I will give you a freebee ok? Come on I'll let you stick it in my ass, just don't hit'em no more!" Val pleaded, pressing between Bobby and Calag's fallen body.<br/><br/>"Do you know who I work for? HUH ASSHOLE?<span style="font-weight: bold"> T.A. WILLIAMS </span>....that's right....What now sucka?" Calag moaned up in pain. He managed a chuckle through the groans of pain.<br/><br/>"Ooooh I know who pulls yer strings Calag....That's why you get to live....I want you to deliver a message to the Sargent. Tell him, "That this is my Beat...my couple of blocks....My rules." You get that?" Officer West growled down at the fetal positioned pimped. "You don't like my rules, you do business somewhere else..."<br/><br/>With that, Booby spit down onto the welted man. He removed Calag's info chip and stuck it to the prone man's forehead with the goo from his spittle. And then Bobby simply walked off, whistling and swinging his club, as if nothing had happened at all. The truth was that something had happened, and it was something big...Bobby was calling the powerfully corrupt Sargent out and soon there would be repercussions for the bold move.