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Realistic or Modern A Badgirls Love (Private w/ CharmedRed)

It is Monday morning, the sky is a deep shade of blue, the sun is out and everyone is enjoying the start of summer vacation. While the tourists and locals enjoy the nice summer day, the crime never stops, nor does it sleep, officers, are on the job making sure these people are kept in line and that the law-abiding citizens kept safe and are able to enjoy their summer with a smile on their face.

Officer Thomas Newman is on patrol in his newly issued model dodge charger patrol unit. Thomas is one of those men that wasn't lacking in weight or muscles but wasn't brimming with them either. His whole life he had been taller than most of the kids in his school, standing at an impressive 6 feet and 4 inches, he was not a man to be messed with. All his life, all he had ever been to as far as schooling goes, were all-girls schools, this was due to multiple errors with his transfer papers claiming him as female rather than male. He still curses the system for having made such a bad error in judgment, and never trying to correct the problem, while most males his age would gawk and just be generally impressed, there was one thing they always wondered about him and that constant burning question, when asked about his schooling days, is "dude, why the heck are you still single?" and his constant answer to the question every single time was "you do realize the whole world doesn't revolve around girls right? There are other things to keep someone occupied besides girls, even if they are cute." He was a rather seasoned officer of the force, he was considered the senior man on the shift and was constantly being asked to take new rookies along for the ride, but he was not gonna take the risk of getting himself or his partner killed, because his rookie didn't wanna listen to what he was telling him.

Besides, he didn't want just any girl to be his girlfriend, he wanted that special someone, someone that understood him and clicked with him as far as interests and stuff like that went. He was waiting for the right girl, besides, what girl would wanna go for him as their pick of a boyfriend, he wasn't exactly the standard of hot and sexy want, seriously, he wished he could be at that level. It was lucky that he did not have to share this vehicle with anyone otherwise he would never get away from the question and it would just make him even more annoyed whenever asked about that specific question then he already was. He stopped like usual at the stop light and just waited for it to turn green so that he could move on, checking out the street as per usual to make sure that no one was trying to commit a crime right in front of him because that would be bad for them, no doubt about it.

Just then his unit was hailed:
"Central - 2-Adam-45"
"2-Adam-45, go ahead central"
"2-Adam-45, 2-Adam-45, A 415 Family Dispute there now, 2188 W Sunset Blvd, Apartment 3, Reporting party reports shouts and screaming and possible shots fired coming from inside the residence. Unknown description of subjects, code 3 incident number 0845 already 0822"
"2-Adam-45, attach me, I'm 10-97 (responding) code 3 to the call."
"2-Adam-45 10-4, 10-97 code 3 to the 415 Family"

Thomas racked the radio back into its holder on the scanner and slammed the lights and sirens on his control panel and pulled out of his place in line for the light and just gunned it to the house going lights and sirens blaring. He hoped he wasn't too late and hoped more than that, that he didn't have to shoot anyone with his sidearm. That would be a very bad day for anyone involved.
 

This morning was suppsoed to be adventurous and fun. Summer had just begun, and although Kacey was grown that doesn't mean she can't enjoy the season. The crisp air was calling her name. When she was younger, summer was just another reason to get into more trouble. Maybe that's why her parents forced her into all girls schooling since she was young. Too bad it never works, only made her want to rebel even more.

There was one guy, the only guy actually, she remember from school. He said the transfer papers messed up or something but she didn't really believe him. Who wouldn't want to be at an all girls school. Otherwise, they had a small friendship forever ago. But not like she and Maria, she best friend, have. They woiuld always get into trouble. From drinking to smoking some pot and sleeping with older dudes the pair are each other's ride or dies. That was before Maria got invovled with dealing drug though.In the past year it had gotten worse. Someone was always over yelling at the pair. Violence wasn't uncommon, but only towards Maria. Kacey had it all planned out on how to stop this shit.

Kacey had gotten home only a few hours earlier from her job as a dancer. Wasn't great, but hey, paid the bills. She waited up in the kitchen for Maria and whats-his-face to get home, wearing only a large t-shirt and her panties. A cigarette sat between her plump, red lips while she drank from a bottle or two of beer. The second they got home, the door hadn't even shut by the time their yelling started.

"I didn't use it, I swear!" Maria yelled
"Then where the hell is it? And where's my money bitch?" He shouted back

The two continued to escalate until he landing a punch crossed Maria's face, sending her to the groud. Kacey reached to the table behind her, where she had a gun she found wrapped up in a cloth. She stood, finger on the and safety off. "Leave. Her. Alone," Kacey said sternly as she slowly and carefully made her way towards him. No lie, the woman was scared. She could see what he could do with his hands, but never a gun. Hell, she didn't even know if he had one. The man rubbed his chin, laughing at the small woman threatening him. "You wouldn't dare tramp." Kacey stopped moving when his hate spewed from his mouth. With just one had on the gun the fired a shot, purposely missing his head. "Oh, I would," she said back, "And next time I won't miss." He looked enraged, breathing heavily as he began to reach from something in his belt. "Oh shit," Kacey whispered, seeing him pull out a glock. The woman fired towards him as she ran to hid behind the kitchen island. She stayed ducked down as he fired and yelled "Come out little bitch. You want to fight, let's fight."
 
"2-A-45, 2-A-45, 10-77 (update on call) on your 415, reports of multiple shots fired from same-dwelling are being reported, possible victims, 10-52's (medic units) will be on standby. Also, be advised, unit 2-A-37 also '97 code 3 to assist."

"2-A-45, 10-4, pulling up '23 at 2188 W. Sunset, Show me code-6 (out of the vehicle and investigating.)"
"2-A-45 10-4, '23, code-6 at 2188 W. Sunset, 2-A-37 10-20 (location) please?"

Thomas immediately drew his Glock-19 handgun and hit the mag release checking to make sure he had ammo in the clip, which he did, 16 rounds of 9mm ammunition. He reloaded the magazine back into the gun and pulled the slide back checking for anything that might jam his gun and then released it letting it rack with a 'click' sound as it slid back into place nicely. The good thing about the Glock is that is had a trigger safety, that was also the bad thing about it, so he had to be careful when he pointed it with his finger on the trigger.

He switched his posture to a more defensive one in case he had to take someone down to the ground, which honestly was probably gonna be the reality here if he didn't have to take a shot that was. He also hoped that he didn't get shot as he didn't have any bulletproof vest on besides the stab vest that he had on underneath his uniform. He did a sweep of the building and stairwells with his gun up as he made his way up to the apartment. Once he got to what sounded like the right apartment, he held just on the right side of the door so that in case the perp who was shooting decided to shoot through the door he didn't get himself shot and waited for his backup, who soon arrived and reached him.

"What do we got?"

"From the sounds that are coming inside, I'd say we got multiple shots, probably a glock and two people, unknown if kids, trapped behind a piece of furniture
while the wall is still being peppered with bullets."

"Wanna boot it(kick the door in)?"

"Negative, too much risk, what if the guy shoots through the door."

"How else are we supposed to get in there? Go through a wall? I don't think this place has another entrance that we can use."

"Yeah your right. Alright but kick it and then back off. I'll cover you from my corner. Clear your field of fire before you boot it."

"Right, standby...booting now."

"I'll announce."

"POLICE DEPARTMENT! POLICE COME TO THE DOOR NOW!"

He finished announcing their presence as he drew the gun to eye level and waited for the inevitable as he sat the door kicked open and the officer moved back out of the doorway. As soon as he did Thomas stepped to the right and the other officer stepped to the left, both guns drawn and ready to shoot if need-be.

"POLICE! DROP THE WEAPON!" Thomas waited for a response and then repeated the command "Sir! Drop the weapon now!" He repeated it a few times in different variations and languages in case the man didn't understand what he was saying. "LAST CHANCE SIR! DROP THE WEAPON NOW! OR WE WILL HAVE TO USE LETHAL FORCE! DROP IT NOW!"

That seemed to be the ticket and the man seemed to drop his weapon and put his hands above his head, Thomas motioned to the other officer "I got you covered, go cuff him." He said as he kept his gun trained on the man, he looked to see where the other occupants were because it seemed that there was more than one person living here, but he couldn't see them right now out of his initial sweep of the room.
 
Kacey heard the police before they busted through the door. “Fuck,” she mumbled, pushing herself against the kitchen island. She heard Maria’s friend get handcuffed and escorted out. It was quite for a few minutes when Kacey got on her knees. She put the safety back on her gun before putting it the back of her panties, deciding she was going to crawl to the other room and check on Maria.
Kacey took a deep breathe, not prepared to see how terrible her apartment looks. She crawled out from behind the island and towards the hall where Maria was but stopped about halfway there. “Fuck,” she said, noticing that an officer was still in there. Her gun was showing against her back, drugs scattered on the kitchen table, and empty beer bottles scattered in the living room. She was screwed. Kacey dropped her head and leaned back, sitting on her legs. The woman put her hands up before the officer had the chance to tell her to. “My friend in knocked out in the hall, her name is Maria. Someone needs to check on her,” Kacey stated, avoiding eye contact.
 
Thomas turned around as he hard a woman speak from behind him and saw a woman of average height wearing only a shirt and underwear, though there seemed to be a buldge in the back of her panties and he thought he saw what looked to be the flash of a Glock sight, but he could not be sure and just kept his weapon pointed at her like she was gonna shoot him, even though she had her hands up and no weapon in sight, but he had to be careful, because she could pull a weapon from anywhere.

"Ma'am we already have an ambulance on the way to check on the both of you. Now I'm gonna need you to stand up and face away from me so that I can search you right now, also if you have anything that will poke me, stick me, hurt me, or otherwise is illegal, I advise that you should let me know now about it." He explained to her as he made the motion for her to stand up and turn away from him so that she could be searched quickly by him and then he would let a female officer do a more thorough search at the station.

Meanwhile, paramedics had arrived on the scene and two paramedics were already treating Kacey's friend for her injury. It seemed that her friend had been knocked unconscious by something, from what the medics told the other officer that was on scene and they needed to take her friend to the county hospital soon, if she was to have any chance of surviving. The officer replied that he would have to check with his superiors on that one as he wasn't so sure he could leave her alone, not with the evidence they had just found.
 
Kacey rolled her eyes and let a breath out before standing up and turning away him. "There's a gun on my backside, loaded. Safety is on," She told him. "You can see everything else for yourself," the woman continued with an attitude coming through her tone. Unfortunately this wasn't something Kacey could talk, or sleep, her way out of. If only Maria was awqake, it would make this situation a million times better. No one knew the sitation like the 3 that were there and the dude was likely to lie his way through it, making Kacey seem like she started all this shit.

Her body tensed as she saw medics rush towards Maria. God, the last thing she wanted was for her friend to get hurt again. She could hear paniced whispers as they checked her over, causing Kacey to get anxious. The medics carted Maria out, Kacey catching a mere glace of her condition on their way out. She was fucked too. Maria wasn't even awake, her face swollen and a large bruise already making it appereance. All Kacey wanted to do was help her, but it looks like that didn't go as planned. "Search the house if you want to find any more clues to what has happened here. You guys will be stuck until she wakes uo," Kacey told him, adjusting her stance so her head leaned against the wall.
 
Taking the gun from the waistband he hit the mag release and caught the magazine and inspected it, the gun she had on her was an H&K model and there seemed to be at least one forty-five armor-piercing round fired and knew immediately that she had used the gun. Regardless of whether or not she was guilty or not he still had to take her in for questioning.

"Okay ma'am I, unfortunately, have to take you in. The Detectives will wanna question and interview you, plus right now I can charge you and your friends with possession of drugs with intent to sell them." He said as he looked at her and grabbed her right hand and then placed it behind her back and did the same with her left and then gave her her rights and once she had been fully informed of her rights he kept one of his hands on her hands and took out a pair of handcuffs and put them on each wrist and clicked them together.
 

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