<div class="floatleft">(https://jessicajayneauthor.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/phq83x3ccovopo.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Blake Lloyd Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310417.msg15069284#msg15069284)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>NYPD Uniform<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Mid-Day<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Parked out front Avengers Tower<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Intro.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br/><hr/><br/>Mid-day and the streets were packed. Every bus, taxi cab, and those too ignorant to navigate public transportation were on the road, beeping and blaring their horns at each other. If Blake hadn't needed his vehicle, then he would have utilized the many economical ways of getting around: walking, bus, or the metro. He had done it once, and then he received a call about a bank robbery, which forced him to have to quickly abandon the cafe he and his partner were at...that was right. So it hadn't been his idea after all.<br/><br/>She sat in the passenger seat. Her red hair was pulled back into a neat donut bun and freckles sprinkled her entire body. She always said that she had the most typical Irish look and name, Siobahn O'Shaughnessy "O'Shag" as everyone jokingly called her in the office. They also called her "Shaggy" and she hated it. Sadly, the typical American could not correctly pronounce her first or last name. She had lived with it her entire life.<br/><br/>The two officers were on lunch break. Siobahn had a greasy lunch bag of burger and fries, while Blake had a tupperware filled with a healthy salad and grilled chicken. While she was munching on a fry, she glanced over at Blake as he ate his meal that made her feel guilty. It was funny really. She giggled out of the blue and Blake's grey orbs flicked over to her.<br/><br/>"You would think a skinny bitch like me would be eating that salad. Instead, my fat ass is porking on burgers and fries," she joked.<br/><br/>Blake's attention returned to the street as he watched people and delivery men on mopeds, weaving through traffic like they had nothing to lose. He frowned. It was a pet-peeve of his but he never did anything about it. He couldn't stop them all. He only stopped the really crazy ones that nearly ran over pedestrians or got hit by a driver suddenly opening their door.<br/><br/>"You're not fat," Blake told her plainly.<br/><br/>"I was joking, but thank you for being honest at least I hope you were."<br/><br/>"I try to be."<br/><br/>"I was hoping you would get a burger with me. Doesn't a big guy like you need protein?"<br/><br/>"I always get my protein."<br/><br/>She held a crispy fry out to him, and she watched Blake's head tilt away as though she were holding kryptonite instead. "Want a fry? I know you want one?" Siobahn teased. "It's healthier than those donuts you eat in the morning."<br/><br/>Blake kept his cheek turned and growled, "I only eat one. Get that outta my face."<br/><br/>Siobahn retracted the fry and slid it into her mouth. "I don't know how you stand going to lunch with me when all you do is eat salads everyday. It's not like you need it."<br/><br/>"Salads aren't the only thing I meal prep."<br/><br/>There was a secret roster between her and the other girls at the office. Blake was ranked the highest out of all the other male officers for "would fuck" but not so much in "would date." He was beaten by Brad Temple. Temple was not only hot but had a great personality. But to Siobahn, he seemed absolutely fake and predictable unlike Campbell who could be strange at times and a mystery. Blake was also more dedicated to his job than Brad, which should not have been a bad thing since they were all "officers upholding the law," but some of her female coworkers found it to be a turn off. Ironically, when it came to partner assignments every female was hoping to get assigned to Blake because they trusted him more than Brad when it came to police work. When Siobahn got selected, she gave all those bitches the bird. Suck it! Her dream came true. Strange or not, he put up with her and didn't seem at all bothered.<br/><br/>Blake's phone vibrated in the cupholder and while munching a leaf of lettuce, he placed his fork in the container and reached down to pick it up. He thumbed in the passcode and then clicked on the text message. His chewing slowed and his eyes narrowed at the Avengers icon. The message from the unknown number read,<em>Will you answer the call?</em><br/><br/>Siobahn was studying Blake's expression as he stared at his phone. She was shamefully curious, and a little worried. Did he have Vickers's number? Or Harrison's? Did he have Harrison's number that slut!? Siobahn nibbled on a fry and asked, "Is everything okay? Who is it?"<br/><br/>Blake pocketed his phone and answered, "I don't know. It was unknown." He proceeded to close the lid and handed it to Siobahn. She placed it on the floor. "Isn't the old Avengers Tower abandoned?"<br/><br/>"Yeah. As far as I know."<br/><br/>Blake started up the car and flicked on the lights so they could get through the traffic. He drove over to the site of the old tower and pulled up to the sidewalk. Both officers stared at the inactive and lifeless building.<br/><br/>"Is someone vandalizing the place?" Siobahn asked.<br/><br/>"I don't know; the text didn't say, but if there's anybody in there, then they are trespassing and probably even breaking and entering."<br/><br/>Siobahn closed her eyes, sighed, and sat back in her seat. "Now I understand why you always take your car."