Bad Lieutenant (Snowleo & SxyCowgirl)
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				Title: <strong>Bad Lieutenant (Snowleo &amp; SxyCowgirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 23:30:46</strong>
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				(http://www.eyesskyward.com/redsun/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/ramirez.jpg)<br><br>Dominic Daniels was already a known name in the city's upper echelons, as also in its underbelly. Ever since he'd moved here, as a Lieutenant in the Narcotics division, he'd been ruffling feathers and rattling cages. His superiors hated him for his unconventional methods, but they couldn't deny their effectiveness. Gotham was hardly a model city, and for long it had lacked an officer of the law who had a spine strong enough to stand up to the criminals, far less maintain law and order. And here was Dom, dictating his terms to some of the known ruffians of the city within the first few weeks of landing here.<br><br>The phone was ringing continuously, while Dom was lost in thought. A knock on his door by a sergeant broke his chain of thought. The sergeant pointed at the phone, and Dom nodded dismissively. He picked it up, and in a half irritated drawl, said, "Dom Daniels."<br>Five minutes later, as he put the receiver back down, Dom was smiling to himself. He finished his cigarette, stamped it out in the ash tray, picked up his gun and headed out of the precinct.<br><br>(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/edgar-ramirez.jpg)<br><br>It was around 8 in the evening as he drove into the bustling Madden Street, the evening hangout for all criminals in Gotham, from the petty pickpocket looking to nab a heavy wallet to the overcoats-and-shades types, busy working out shady deals. His source had mentioned the Pawnbroker's shop as the rendezvous point, and so he parked his car, on the opposite side of the road a couple of shops away. As he was smoking, he saw a pretty brunette walking towards a man standing by the pawnbroker's. They chatted for a while, and headed inside, just like Dom expected them to. He took his gun, removed the safety, hid it under his jacket and ambled casually to the store.<br><br>As he opened the door to enter, the bell hanging on top of it jingled, and the two suspects turned to face him, almost shocked. The bell also took Dom by surprise, and he quickly raised his gun, pointing it at them, shouting, "Freeze! GCPD!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bad Lieutenant (Snowleo &amp; SxyCowgirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SxyCowgirl</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 21:35:35</strong>
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				Caprice walked down the dingy Madden Street, her deep blue eyes alert and watching the other figures and shadows around her. She wasn't jumpy and she didn't frighten easily due to the things she'd seen so far in her life, so someone watching her walking now would never guess what was on her mind or that she wasn't going to the pawn shop for a birthday gift for someone. It was a big deal going down. She had been selling drugs for years and had good connections in doing so, but recently business had been booming, especially among the youth of Gotham. Though she didn't sell the drugs to the kids directly, mainly because she hated the thought, but she sold it to lower down dealers who did, which she could do very little about. Most of them now were new dealers who didn't care what she had to say, as opposed to the older ones who had been around and had come to respect her.<br><br>Today was different than a regular drug deal though. Today she would be buying at least five pounds but picking them up in increments so it would be easier to hide. Five pounds would last her a long time and so when she was offered the deal, she couldn't refuse. Only problem is that she knew it would be expensive and carrying a lot of money in this area always made her nervous. She would never show it though. To show any emotion in the drug world but violence and anger was a death sentence and with her being as high up as she was now, she always had to be on guard. It was mainly for this reason that she hadn't had a man in over four years, since something had happened to the man she had been dating earlier on in her dealing career. Sometimes she was too busy to think about it, but other times, when there was nobody coming to get drugs or drop off info on where to meet for the next deal, she would sit and watch porn on the internet and wish to herself that she had someone, if not that she was close to, that she could do something with.<br><br>Blinking hard, she brought her thoughts back to the present and continued on. Ahead, she could see Jamal, her higher up's junkie runner, standing at the meeting place just outside of the pawn shop. He wasn't a very attractive guy, but she enjoyed flirting with him because she knew that she drove him nuts. Hips and arms swinging, thin black hair blowing behind her, she walked up to him, a poutie smirk on her face.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQAa_bA6yzw/TRNHyNhwvsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sFlHUr0yJYQ/s1600/federica_ridolfi_calendario_gennaio.jpg)</div></div><br>"Hey Jamal. Good to see you again." She said, walking right up to him, her deep blue eyes shining.<br><br>"Hey Caprice. It's <em>always</em> good ta see <em>you</em>. Say, when this meet'n's done, why don'cha let me take ya out fer lunch or sometin'." Jamal said, trying once more in a futile attempt to get her to go on a date with him.<br><br>"Not today Jamal. You know how busy I am." She said, winking at him. "Come on. Let's cut the chit chat and get done with it so you can go get laid and I can balance my check book." Grabbing his hand, she half dragged him into the pawn shop. Looking around to make sure nobody was in there watching them, she reached into her shirt and pulled out the wad of cash stashed there. That as always the best place to put money and other valuables, especially in areas like this one, because it was easier to defend and harder for pick-pockets to snatch without getting caught. Handing him the cash, he reached into his own pocket and pulled out the first increment that she would be given.<br><br>Just then, a man burst through the doors, the bell over the door jingled and both her and Jamal looked at him. Apparently startled by the bell as well, the man pulled out his gun and yelled "Freeze! GCPD!"<br><br>As quickly and subtly as she could, she slipped the packet between her breasts and put her hands in the air. "W--what's going on?" She asked innocently. "I was just giving my friend the money I borrowed." She said, seeing as he was clearly looking at Jamal and her. Jamal didn't want to play along though, as he was a coward rat, and took off towards the back of the store. "Crap!" She mumbled to herself, jumping behind the desk and running towards the front door. She hoped that Jamal's running would distract the cop enough for her to get to the front door, and it sort of worked. She made it past him from behind the counter, but she knew immediately that his attention was on her when she jumped back to the top of the counter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bad Lieutenant (Snowleo &amp; SxyCowgirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 23:36:04</strong>
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				Dom was looking at both their faces as he was pointing the gun at them. The girl started saying something about returning the guy's money, when all of a sudden the guy decided to make a run for it. He ran towards the back door and Dom had almost started giving him chase, when he realized the girl was slipping away from the other side of the store counter. Dom knew she was the buyer, and he was more concerned with who all she distributed it to. In a split second he traced back his steps, and right as she was about to jump off the counter close to the door, he grabbed her by her shirt and cocked his gun at her. <br><br>"Do I have your attention now?", he asked sarcastically. "Good. Now, you don't look so stupid to me as to try and run away from here. Turn around and face me."<br>He relaxed a little, leaned against the counter, his gun still pointed at her, as he started slowly, "Guess why your friend didn't agree with your story, and scampered for his life?" He paused, smiling as he looked at her, and added "Jamal Karami, age 27, member of the crew run by Old Man George from downtown. Jamal was my first arrest here, and in a way I thank him for the publicity he provided me in his circles. Else I would still just be the new narcotics guy in town." He smirked, paused some more.<br><br>"Now, you must be wondering why Jamal is back out in the open though. Well, you see, it's because I let him go. Of course in return of cooperating with the department. He ratted off the names of two people involved in a rape and burglary case a week earlier. And I rewarded him for that. But this tells you something, right?" He raised his eyebrows, as though asking her a profound question. And then went on to answer it himself, "Jamal's a bloody rat. And he'll surely confess to you buying from him."<br><br>Dom slowly got the handcuffs out for her, and holding them in front of her, said, "It's a shame girls like you get entangled in things like this. What has Gotham come to?" He cuffed her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bad Lieutenant (Snowleo &amp; SxyCowgirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SxyCowgirl</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 22:06:02</strong>
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				Not saying a word, she listened to him rattle off about Jamal being a rat and all she did was roll her eyes. She always knew he didn't have the guts or resolve to get anywhere in the business, and so was doomed to be her higher up's lackey forever.<br><br>"I don't know what you're talking about. And if what you say is true, letting him go was a mistake. I've heard the rumors about Old Man George, and weather he gave you the names or not, getting him to give you names and then letting him go back to the same life is a life sentence." She said, smirking as he put the handcuffs on her. "Hey. Watch the goods."<br><br>She knew Jamal was a rat all along. It was one of the reasons she never accepted his personal offers. He didn't have the guts or a strong enough will to get any further and was destined to always be her higher-ups lackey. As soon as she got the chance, she would call her higher ups and tell them the rat and have them bail her out. She knew they had the money, and she was an invaluable asset to them. There weren't many who were above her in the chain, and some of her clients were very well known people with dirty secrets to keep hidden and who payed well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bad Lieutenant (Snowleo &amp; SxyCowgirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 10:47:44</strong>
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				Dom smiled as he heard the girl talk back with the ferocity of a wild cat - as smart as she was pretty. And pretty she was. Every inch of her body had felt under his probing hands like it had been carved to perfection. He didn't want to show his cards yet, he'd wait till he found out where she was coming from. <br><br>There was no point telling her now that Jamal was an informer ever since Dom had let him back into the gang. Old Man George had been suspicious of Jamal when he returned, but Dom had had that covered. He'd made a huge hue and cry over the lack of evidence to prove Jamal was involved in distribution when he'd released Jamal. And he knew one or the other snitching officers in the department would let Old Man George know the reason behind Jamal's release. Since then Jamal had managed to provide Dom more names. Cops involved with Old Man George, whose names Dom had forwarded to the Commissioner, and three of whom had gotten transferred to other districts. Street peddlers, who were arrested en masse - Dom made sure it looked like a random police raid, rather than a tip off. It was Jamal who'd tipped Dom off today as well, about his lady friend, who was gaining prominence in these circles.<br><br>Dom calmly told the girl,"You see, Ms... I didn't catch your name... you see, you underestimate the police so much since you've never got to know them from close by. I'm sure we can correct that over the next few days." He walked her over to his car, and put her into it. As they drove to his office for interrogation, he was thinking through how the case would go on from then. He knew DEA was on his ass, and no sooner than he reported this arrest, they would want to take her away for interrogation. And the elaborate plans he'd laid for the Gotham drug network would go to waste. He'd often felt frustrated at the official way of getting things done, but this time, he'd invested too much of his blood and sweat into it to give it up easily to the DEA. <br><br>As they approached the junction at White Streer &amp; Mayor Street crossing, he knew what he had to do. His older apartment in the eastern suburbs was still in his name, and was isolated enough. He turned to the girl, and said, "Well honey, guess what?... I got a surprise for you!" And as the lights went green, he took a sharp left and started towards the eastern suburbs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bad Lieutenant (Snowleo &amp; SxyCowgirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SxyCowgirl</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 23:55:21</strong>
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				She felt his hands on her person, supposedly searching for weapons, though she had a feeling it wasn't just that. It annoyed her a bit, but if he was attracted to her, perhaps she could use that to her advantage. Especially if he were married. She smirked to herself at the thought.<br><br><em>"You see, Ms... I didn't catch your name... you see, you underestimate the police so much since you've never got to know them from close by. I'm sure we can correct that over the next few days."</em> He said to her a smile on his face.<br><br>She scoffed. She wasn't planning on being at the station for longer than a few hours. They had nothing on her. She had never been caught before, she never kept anything in her house, never kept anything but her own place under her real name, not even her bank account, and she was always very careful. She had been close to getting caught in the past, but her acting skills had gotten her out of those situations before. Though she had never been arrested, this wasn't her first time in hand cuffs. There had been a few occasions, some pleasant some not, where she had worn them before. This was one of those not so pleasant times.<br><br>"Like it matters what my name is." She said with a hiss under her breath. He walked her to the car and she ducked inside. It was always better not to struggle once you were already caught. Always caused more issues than it was worth. He got in and started driving towards the station and she remained silent in the back seat, simply stepping through her hands to get them so they were in front of her and in a much more comfortable position. Just as she finished, the light turned green and he made a hard left, saying something about a surprise.<br><br><em>Oh great.</em> She thought. Her mind went immediately back to one of those other times she was handcuffed and shuddered. <br><br>"What 'surprise'?" She asked coolly, almost a bit robotic. Somehow she had a feeling that it would have something to do with torture and she was determined to find out as much as possible before they got to wherever he was taking her. She could hold her own relatively well against one, but she wasn't sure about him or if there would be others where they were going. She had heard once of a dirty cop working for a rival sect and taking higher ups and torturing them into giving up names and meeting times for deals, leading to a large number of deaths.
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