| Something to be thankful for. |
[23 Nov 2006|12:10am] |
Smith & Wesson.
Jack Daniels.
The Marlboro Man.
Levi gave thanks where thanks was due. And yet, he could also say he was entirely grateful for many other things.
Things like dumb luck and being in the right place at the right time.
A crowded nightclub provided ample cover. Levi may have been tall, but he could blend. Out of uniform and in torn jeans, the cop slid between bodies with ease. Stealth had always been a strong point, and a large hand reached forward to grab a collar from behind. A quick pull and the body inside the shirt was yanked back, Levi's mouth suddenly close to a startled ear.
"Lance," Levi murmured evenly. "Been looking everywhere for you, buddy."
Gun barrell shoved suggestively and hard into the young man's kidneys, and casually with discretion, the offduty Lieutenant escorted him outside. Levi's black truck awaited him in the parkinglot.
A forceful shove and Lance was thrown against the truck, gun aimed at his head. "We're gonna go for a ride," the cop informed him as the truck door was pulled open. "Get in the truck."
"What do you want from me?" the youth stammered. "Who are you?"
"I'm the guy pointing a fucking gun at your head," Levi told him bluntly. He cocked his pistol.
The young man gaped. "I'm .. i'm going to call the police," he stammered.
"I am the fucking police," the cop stated before the butt of his gun came down ontop of an unsuspecting skull. Limp body was gathered and forced into the truck, the door shut behind it.
A casual look around, and Levi withdrew a cellphone and dialed a familiar number.
"Chloe, it's Levi," he spoke to a expectant voicemail inbox, "You'll never guess who I just found."
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