[It's raining out, but it always seems to be raining out lately. It fits the mood anyway. Nothing like heading out into the world to spin my wheels for a bit and pretend that maybe, somewhere, I'm going to make a difference. Not even the rain washes the city clean, it's rotten from within and it stinks to high heaven.
But what else can a cop do?
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She's walking by and I step out of the shadows, just the way it always is, lighting up a cigar in the cover of a nearby building and embers and ash meet with rain and tension. It's almost poetic. I level her with a cold glare before speaking up.]
Rough night to be out on your own. Don't you know it's dangerous in this town?
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I am a cop, and I know you didn't forget that part.
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[ I tap the cigar ash, making like I don't care. Like it's just any other conversation with any other nobody cop. We both know better. ]
Being a cop makes it worse. Shady types around here.
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[You especially. Who says crime doesn't pay? His damn suit is an honestly cop's monthly salary, but maybe that's why she had always loved ripping it off.]
You got business with me?
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Depends. You out on business or... pleasure?
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Maybe we should taslk out of the rain.
And out of sight.
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