The Right to Love - Part 8

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Title: The Right to Love

Spoilers: Takes place after ep 101 (8x09) after Pepa and Silvia have become engaged. This is a sequel to my previous PepSi fanfic, In Love's Defense. My fic follows LHDP up to ep 101 but departs from the show at that point - ep 104 never has and never will exist in this version of Pepa and Silvia’s world.

Rating: PG-13. The case the precinct is working on continues, but I had to throw a little PepSi nookie in there! ;p

Pairing: Pepa/Silvia

Summary: As Pepa and Silvia deal with the aftermath of their encounter with El Gordo, a new case comes forward that challenges their rights as well as their lives.

A/N/Disclaimer: The characters of LHDP aren’t mine. This part came in fits and starts so I’m glad I finally got it done. I hope the plot is somewhat coherent! Regardless, I’m still having a great time working on this.

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“Miranda!!” Don Lorenzo’s voice echoed throughout the main room of the precinct. “In my office, now!”

The agents working at their desks glanced up at the interruption. Even if Don Lorenzo’s thunderous shout had long become a common occurrence in the workplace, they all knew this time, he was really pissed off about something. Pepa resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she stood up from her desk, her boots stomping angrily towards her superior’s office with every heavily treaded step. She noted Trujillo’s ill-hidden smirk as he observed her from the open door of his office, where he had become a permanent presence. But the brunette garnered no other glances or looks of sympathy, even as she passed by Montoya or Paco, both their eyes downcast.

Don Lorenzo stood waiting at the top of the stairs near his office door, his pose one of dissatisfied impatience. His hands were on his hips, his jacket was off, with the tie loosened around a wrinkled shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

“When I said I wanted an update on the Suárez case, I meant now, not two fucking days from now!” The commissioner’s voice berated the agent in a tone that was lower in volume yet no less infuriated as she stood in front of him.

He motioned Pepa inside his office, his gestures tight and angry. “Inspectora Castro is waiting for you. She can’t complete her report without yours. Or did you forget the protocol of how agents have to work around here?”

As soon as she stepped over the threshold, the commissioner slammed the door shut and closed the blinds. Everyone left in the main room let out of collective breath they’d been holding, secretly relieved that they weren’t the one facing the commissioner’s legendary wrath.

Pepa sat down in one of the two chairs facing her superior’s desk, slumping sullenly, noting Silvia’s upright posture in the chair next to hers, her expression still and tensed. Dios! Even mi pelirroja is pissed off at me today!

The tall woman shifted uncomfortable in her chair as Don Lorenzo took his seat at his desk. She glowered irritably at the older man for a second more, until her face broke out into a genuine smile.

“Well, Don Lorenzo? Are you going to continue busting my balls, as it were? Or are you just enjoying keeping up the act for old time’s sake?”

The three of them relaxed instantly, letting a relived laugh resound throughout the room.

“Oh, you know how much I love to yell, hija.” Don Lorenzo leaned back in his leather swivel chair. “It’s a good thing I still get to practice on you. If anything, it keeps up appearances so that Trujillo doesn’t suspect anything, not to mention gives you and Silvia an excuse to be in my office for a private meeting.”

“Now -” he leaned forward, his hands steepled under his chin, his expression all business. “We need to update each other on Senator Duarte’s case. It’s been a week since his death. Where are we?”

“Even though I’m not officially on the case, I’d have to be blind not to see the wider implications

Duarte’s death has had.” Pepa said.

“There’s a lot of public sympathy and outcry over the Senator’s death, with the usual wild conspiracies being thrown around by the media outlets. But more importantly, today’s latest poll numbers from both the Senate and the Congreso de los Diputados now indicate that Lozano’s anti-gay marriage bill is winning. By a slim margin, but it’s winning. You were right, Silvia. Duarte made the difference, and now the vote is starting to swing the other way.”

Don Lorenzo frowned deeply, which emphasized the lines on his face, making him suddenly look years older. “Vale. Silvia, have you been able to clarify Duarte’s cause of death?”

“A little.” The redhead passed over a folder of lab results, which her father opened to study. “Whatever killed him has all the signs of cyanide poisoning. It worked extremely fast. You don’t need massive amounts of cyanide for it to be lethal, since it’s so effective. It’s easy to transport.”

“And?” The commissioner waited, knowing there was more.

“Again, I can’t find any actual trace of what killed him in his system. I’ve gone over that body numerous times. Done tox screens four times, and sent samples to different labs, all with the same result. This is a variation on a poison we’ve never seen before, probably genetically engineered.”

“And Montoya said in his report that security said Duarte wasn’t drinking or eating anything in the few hours before he collapsed.” Pepa ran a hand through her hair, frustrated that she wasn’t able to glean any insight out of the case files Don Lorenzo had surreptitiously slipped on her desk. “Still no suspicious personnel have come up in interviews or security tapes.”

“So the poison wasn’t administered by a pill in his food or drink. It wasn’t airborne.” Silvia ticked the points off her fingers. “It wasn’t injected.”

The commissioner leaned back in his chair, mulling over the information. “What about skin on skin contact? Who was Duarte shaking hands with?”

“That’s the only logical theory I can come up with.” Silvia assented, writing notes on a pad of paper. “So now I’ve told Montoya, Rita and a few others to help review the security tapes again to specifically see who Duarte had physical contact with.”

“Hija, do you really think one of Duarte’s own supporters would want to poison him?”

“No lo sé.” Silvia shrugged. “Nothing about this case is making sense so far, Papa. Salgado’s put CNI and Interpol on alert to see if any known criminal factions are dealing in or producing biological weapons. If she hears anything, she’ll let us know.”

“If this assassin has access to that kind of poison, it could indicate they’ve got connections and the highest level of training. They could be on those tapes in plain view and we’d never know.” Pepa said, her tone troubled.

“Dios!” Don Lorenzo wearily scrubbed at his face with a weary hand. “This is madness! In my days as an agent, it used to be so simple. Just match a bullet casing or calculate a trajectory of a line of fire to catch a killer. Now we have to worry about the very air we breathe.”

The older man took a moment to collect himself, straightening up in his chair to once again indicate his controlled, authoritarian persona. “Vale. Tell everyone to keep at it. I know we’ve been putting in a lot of overtime on this case so far, but this remains a top priority.”

“Sí, señor.” Pepa nodded seriously as she and Silvia stood, making their way to the door.

“Ah, Pepa. One more thing.” Don Lorenzo motioned to his agent, halting her in mid-step. “Don’t worry about IA putting that reprimand on your record. I’m working on exonerating it.”

He smiled knowingly. “Just be careful around Trujillo. He’s an idiot, and completely deserves to get his ass kicked. But I don’t want IA or Central getting their claws into you and finding a reason to fire you on his account.”

Pepa turned to face her superior, confidently standing up to her full height. “Comisario Castro, let it be clear that I will never let anyone get away with insulting my fiancé and your daughter. My career be damned.”

“Ha! That’s what I thought you’d say!” Don Lorenzo’s proud smile matched Silvia’s as she met his eyes over Pepa’s shoulder. “Still, don’t throw your career away just yet. You’re too invaluable here.”

The commissioner glanced at his watch as he grabbed his suit coat from the back of his chair. “Vale chicas, I’ve got to go and update Comisario Principal Vargas on the case. I’ll see you later.”

“Adios, Papa.” Silvia accepted a hug from her father before he left the office. She sighed and faced her partner, who reached out to stroke her cheek.

“Alone at last, hm?”

“Gracias a dios!”

Pepa waggled her eyebrows playfully before pulling Silvia close for a warm, extended kiss. She drew in deep lungfuls of her lover’s scent as their tongues intertwined and warred for dominance, while her hands stroked and kneaded the red, silken waves of hair. An intimate mix of heat and pressure began to build between her legs, as the two fell against the wall, continuing to ravish each other. The agent was aware of her brain beginning to buzz for lack of oxygen as she was forced to finally break off the kiss for lack of air. She continued to hold Silvia, her hands trailing patterns down a lithe back, intimately leaning her forehead against her partner’s.

“Mm…” she hummed contentedly. “It feels so good to give you a proper kiss, pelirroja. I’m getting so sick of Trujillo’s god damn face everywhere. For us to show affection at work is no big deal, especially since we’re engaged. Now if I kiss you or even touch you, Trujillo’s there with that smug smile of his. Makes me want to just -”

“Ah, ah!” Silvia gently admonished Pepa by placing a finger on her lips. “Cariño, I know you love to play the hero and defend my honor.”

“But?” Pepa mumbled, kissing the elegant finger that was so readily available.

“But you can’t let that hot blood of yours drive you crazy every time Trujillo says or does something you don’t like.”

“Well, why the hell not?” The agent grinned mischievously. “Vale, vale…” she relented, seeing her lover sigh with a touch of impatience. “I know, everyone thinks I’m a crazy, impulsive idiot who fucks up a lot. But I meant what I said. I can’t stand the thought of anyone hurting you, with words or otherwise.”

“I know.” Silvia leaned in for another kiss to smooth away her partner’s agitation. She cupped Pepa’s high cheekbones in her palms, gazing deeply into the gorgeous brown eyes. “I know it’s your nature to be the protector, the defender, especially of me.”

“Most of all, of you.” Pepa stated. Her tone was heartfelt, yet held an edge of absolute conviction as the words left her lips. “That’s my mission in life, Silvia. To see you safe, happy and loved.”

“Then let that be your strength, not your weakness.” Silvia smiled as she continued to smooth her fingertips over a delicate brow, watching the eyelids flutter shut at the loving touch. “Don’t let others take advantage of your love for me, or mine for you.”

Pepa sighed deeply as she grasped the wandering hand and tucked it against her heart. “Dios, you have the most beautiful way with words, princesa. Te quiero.”

“Te quiero, mi novia.” Silvia lifted their joined hands to bestow another kiss.

“Vamos.” The redhead motioned to the door. “We’d better get to work and stop making out in Papa’s office before he catches us!”

“Joder! Did you have to put that image in my head again?” Pepa groaned as she opened the door, Silvia’s teasing laughter trailing after her.

___

Pepa’s cell phone vibrated and beeped once, signaling there was a message. Grinning, she extracted the small item from her pocket. She covertly hid the phone from any potential prying eyes under her desk, her smile widening as she read the text from the anticipated sender.

Papa’s office is great, but don’t worry cariño. I’ll make sure we finish what we started tonight.

The agent laughed to herself as she typed out two words.

You promise?

She closed the cell phone, her eyes meeting her partner’s across the room. The redhead was sitting at her own desk, presumably working on paperwork. But Pepa could still spot her cell phone on the desktop, next to a hand that was restlessly tapping a pen against a folder. The agent gave Silvia a secret, seductive smile that was meant only for her, watching her smile softly in return. Due to Trujillo’s constant annoying presence, the two had resorted to other methods of communication, which had so far proven to be downright entertaining.

Pepa managed to wrestle the smile off her face as Curtis walked by craning his neck, his expression inquisitive. Clearing her throat, she managed to actually turn her attention back to her own files, only to feel her cell phone vibrate again.

“Dios, princesa!” The brunette huffed, realizing that keeping the smile off her face was a lost cause. “At this rate, you’ll drive me insane with horniness!”

Looking at the small screen, Pepa’s expression sobered, her heart rate speeding up as adrenaline skittered through her system.

Meet me about the Duarte case. 13:00 hours. Alone. - BM

Under the brief text was a line of coordinates. Pepa rapidly located the coordinates on her computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard. She glanced at time displayed in the corner of the screen. Mierda! It’s in forty five minutes and that location’s on the other side of the city over 30 kilometers away!

Pepa wiped the computer history and closed the browser. Shoving her cell phone back in her pocket, she stood and made her way to Silvia’s desk with purposeful steps, aware of Trujillo’s eyes on her back.

“Inspectora Castro?”

At the use of her formal title, Silvia looked to see Pepa standing in front of her, ramrod straight, almost as if she were ready to salute her superior officer. The forensic scientist threw her a baffled look. What the hell’s going on?

“Inspectora Castro, can you come along with me to follow up on the Trejo robbery case? I need to take a look at the crime scene again and I’d appreciate an expert pair of eyes with me.”

At the mention of the case, Silvia nodded imperceptibly, catching on. The Trejo case was a robbery job done by a pair of brothers that had hit three banks before they were caught. She was also well aware that the case had been closed last month. “Claro. Whatever you need, Agent Miranda. Let me just get my forensics kit.”

Pepa motioned with her eyes towards the exit. “I’ll meet you down in the garage in five minutes.” She whispered in a sotto voice.

Going in a separate direction from Pepa, Silvia casually made her way to her lab, picking up her kit. After a moment’s thought, she loaded and holstered her gun, which she hid under her black jean jacket. She had a feeling it would be necessary.

The inspector walked down to the garage, her brow furrowing in confusion as her eyes swept the concrete structure, locating Pepa’s car, but finding no sight of her fiancé.

“Pst.” Pepa’s whisper alerted her to her right. “Over here, pelirroja.”

Silvia met Pepa at an unmarked patrol car, noting that the agent was also armed with her usual firearm, as well as an extra 9mm.

“Here, let me get that for you.” The brunette took her partner’s heavy forensics kit, loading the metal case into the trunk of the car. She saw Silvia’s eyes slightly widen at the two shotguns, extra ammunition, radios and tac vests packed in the trunk, which she hid under the false bottom with the spare tire and jack.

Silvia slid into the passenger seat, turning to Pepa as soon as she sat in the driver’s seat and shut the door. “Pepa, what is -”

“Shh!” The agent clamped a gentle hand over her mouth. “Not here.”

Her keen eyes followed a car as it slowly wound its way into the garage, parking a few spots away. Her partner nodded upon seeing Morales, Trujillo’s second in command, exit the car and eye them suspiciously through the windshield as Pepa started the engine and drove away.

They drove a few blocks in silence before Pepa spoke up. “I’m sorry about all the cloak and dagger stuff, Silvia. But with Trujillo and his IA rats all over the precinct these days, those walls are getting to be full of leaks.”

“Dios! No kidding!”

Silvia exhaled slowly and reached down to clasp Pepa’s right hand and wrist in both of hers in a firm, comforting grip. Much like Pepa had done the same for her while on a raid to stop the Kaiser. Silvia made eye contact for a brief moment, her dark brown pools conveying more than mere words could ever express. I’ve got you. I trust you.

Flashing her fiancé a quick smile, Pepa gunned the engine, speeding down the motorway.

___

The sky was overcast and turbulent, filled with dark, roiling clouds. A cold wind was whipping through the streets, and the scent of rain was sharp and thick in the air. The past few weeks in Madrid and the surrounding area had brought several storms, with some lighting and thunder thrown in, highly unusual for September. The volatile weather was matching Pepa’s mood as she glanced out the car window towards the alleyway Blackman’s coordinates pointed her to.

Thanks to her driving equivalent to that of a Formula One racer, Pepa had arrived at the location with a few minutes to spare. She parked the car a half a block away as she disclosed everything to Silvia and why they’d had to move so quickly.

“You’re sure about this, Pepa?” Silvia asked, looking out the windshield, before glancing to her partner who was double checking her weapons.

“Silvia, if we want to hear what Blackman has to say, we don’t have a choice.” The agent paused in snapping her holster closed and gazed at her partner, a trace of hurt flickering in her eyes. “I thought you trusted me.”

“I do. Implicitly.” The redhead quickly reassured her partner. “I’m just…” Being stupidly insecure, like a nervous wreck of a spouse who can’t let her partner do her job!

“…just be careful, all right?” she finished out loud, as she fingered the jagged bump of scar tissue left by the bullet wound on Pepa’s bicep.

“I will.” Pepa said quietly. She clasped her right hand over her fiancé’s, tangling their fingers, trying her best to soothe Silvia’s apprehension. “I’ve got you for backup on the radio. And if I’m not back at the car in 15 minutes -”

“Then I’m calling the calvary and coming in after you.” Silvia hefted the shotgun which she’d retrieved from the trunk.

The brunette stared out the window, musing. “I don’t think Blackman will hurt me. He’s a weird character and a vigilante, but he wants to give me intel, not a fight. But -” she thumped lightly at her chest, which was covered with a bulletproof vest. “I’m taking all the precautions I can.”

“Hold on.” Silvia reached in the backseat to extract an item from her purse. “Don’t forget one more thing.”

She handed over a small photo of herself that had been taken last month during a long weekend in Conil, watching Pepa’s breath catch. Silvia was awash in sunlight on the beach, her red hair radiantly lit up like a plume of flame, offset by the crisp white blouse she was wearing. She was smiling directly at the lens, her expression one of loving adoration. Her dark eyes reflected a warm affection and a hint of playfulness, making it obvious that it was Pepa behind the camera.

“I didn’t want you going out there without a new picture in your vest.” Silvia said, reaching out to trace the planes of Pepa’s face.

“My shield.” Pepa murmured, incredibly touched that her lover had remembered this small detail. She captured Silvia’s hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Mi amor.”

The agent also pressed a kiss to the photo, before Silvia plucked it from her fingers to tuck into the pocket of her vest, directly over her heart. The inspector willed her hands not to shake as she finished buttoning Pepa’s blue and white checkered flannel shirt over the vest.

“I’ll see you in a few minutes, vale?”

“You can count on that, princesa.” Pepa gave her fiancé a soft smile and a last kiss before she opened the door.

“Oh, one more thing.” The agent leaned her head back into the car.

“Sí? Did you forget anything?”

“I just wanted to say that I love you, Silvia. And that you look really hot with that shotgun.”

Pepa gave her a rakish wink before she shut the door. Silvia smiled to herself, releasing a slow breath, her body gradually bleeding out some of the painful tension it held.

Dios, Pepa! You’re crazy! But that’s why I love you.

___

He crouched on the fire escape, his eyes shiftily flitting from side to side as he took in his surroundings. It was an excellent vantage point, from where he could see the alley below him, the street with the cars going by, as well as an occasional pedestrian who was braving the steadily worsening elements. He’d been in this position for over an hour, but didn’t mind the cold seeping through his gloved fingers or the wind that tugged at the edges of his coat. He had learned long ago the virtues of patience and observation.

Focusing again on the unmarked car and its occupant, he saw the redheaded inspector listening intently over a portable radio that was connected to an earpiece. The agent had left the vehicle several minutes ago and it was already two minutes past the meet time. It was time to make a move. To see if it was worth the risk of reaching out to her. Standing and stretching to his full height, his lean frame sprang into motion as he used the edge of the fire escape to push off. Tucking into a forward flip, he allowed his body to make the controlled descent three meters to the ground, feeling his boots land solidly on the concrete.

Now, where are you Miranda?

His ears pricked as they picked up the unmistakable sound of a gun cocking. He couldn’t help but twist his lips into a tiny grin as he turned toward the sound, raising his hands skyward.

“There’s no need for that, Agent Miranda. I’m not here to ambush you.” Blackman eyed the brunette’s tense stance as she stood with her feet shoulder-width apart, both hands gripping her .22. “You’re very good, though. Not many people can get the drop on me.”

“But you need to give me a reason to trust you.” Pepa said, her voice wary, her stance remaining unchanged.

Blackman cocked his head, scrutinizing the agent. “Tsk! Agent Miranda, you should know better! Especially after I saved that boy’s life. He’s a friend of yours, correct?”

The brunette’s eyes narrowed, the only outward sign of emotion, remembering the time Blackman’s presence and actions had saved Aitor from a fatal poison. “How the hell did you get access to my cell phone to send me a message?”

“That’s the easy part.” The vigilante replied furtively. “But I wanted to meet you in person. To look you in the eye as I give you the intel that will set you in the right direction.”

Pepa snorted sarcastically. “I’m supposed to believe someone who thinks he’s some kind of invincible superhero, has a fancy black coat and is made up like a raccoon?”

Blackman ignored the jab and smiled wider, baring his teeth. “Believe what you want, Agent Miranda. The decision is yours.”

Frowning, the agent slowly lowered and holstered her gun, as Blackman dropped his hands.

“Vale. Talk then, but talk fast.”

“You have suspicions about the case that are closer to the truth than you think.” He gestured with his head towards the car. “And so does Inspectora Castro.”

The vigilante registered the flicker of surprise in Pepa’s eyes. “Sí, I know she’s with you. I didn’t expect you to show up completely alone. Where one of you goes the other follows, like a body and its shadow.”

“Do you know Plato’s Symposium, agent? It’s the philosophical classic that concerns itself with the genesis, purpose and nature of love.”

“I’m not here for fucking fairy tales.” Pepa cursed. “Get to the point.”

“Un momento.” Blackman lifted a single gloved finger, waving it back and forth slowly, gently reprimanding. Pepa found the gesture extremely annoying. “Have some patience, agent. After all, you did follow your instincts and meet me.”

He continued with his story with barely contained intensity. “You see, eons ago, humans originally consisted of four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces. But Zeus, king of the gods, feared their power. So he struck down from the heavens and split them all in half. And ever since then, all people spend their lives searching for the other half of their soul.”

Blackman paused, seeing the effect his story was having on the woman opposite him. Pepa’s mistrust was fading in favor of a keen interest, as she listened closely.

“That is what you have with Inspectora Castro, am I right?” The sheathed finger pointed towards the engagement ring that sparkled on her left finger. “You were fortunate enough to find your other half.”

Pepa brought her loosely clasped fist up to her face as she studied the pristine diamonds in the elegant band. “Sí.” She whispered. “That’s exactly what I have.”

The vigilante flung his arms outward, as the flaps of his coat swirled theatrically behind him. He bent down from the waist in a bow as he folded his arms behind him. “Then my congratulations are in order, Agent Miranda. May you have a blessed union with your loved one.”

“And?” The brunette lowered her hand to continue studying the enigmatic figure. “What does this have to do with Duarte?”

“Because -” Blackman straightened up and looked Pepa directly in the eye as he stepped closer. “The ability for you and Inspectora Castro to work together as a team could prove advantageous in this situation. But your bond is also your major weakness, one that dangerous people can easily take advantage of.”

“Qué?!” Pepa’s hackles rose again, as she instinctively unholstered her gun, but kept the barrel pointed downwards. “Who? Who wants to hurt Silvia?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure yet.” Blackman shrugged. “But if you keep digging into Duarte’s death and want to find out the truth, you will run into such people who will discard of anyone in their way, regardless of who they are.”

“That doesn’t tell me anything!” The agent hissed through gritted teeth.

“But, like I said, you’re on the right track. You’re correct when you assume someone high up in power with political connections is behind this. And corruption of public officials is all around you.”

Pepa gasped, realization dawning on her. “That’s what you were doing at my medal ceremony. You were trying to track corrupt officers!”

“Mm.” A terse, nodded agreement. “But so far, I have no names to connect to crimes, just suspicions. Don’t trust anyone, Agent Miranda.”

“I trust my partner and my team implicitly!”

“That may be. I can tell by your reaction to what I’m saying that you’re not corrupt yet and can be trusted for the moment. But everyone has a price, Agent Miranda. If not in money or favors, it’s in the blood of family and friends.”

Pepa swallowed harshly, thinking of how desperate Silvia had been to find her when she’d been kidnapped. How her fiancé would have done anything to get her back. And how she herself would do the exact same thing if their positions were reversed.

“And as for the poison Duarte was killed with, it wasn’t just made by amateurs in a meth lab. The source for that kind of genetically engineered killer is high, higher than you can imagine.”

“What proof do you have of any of this?” Pepa asked, her voice still tinged with disbelief. “If any of this is true and not complete bullshit, I need names, dammit!”

“Apologies, Agent Miranda. I simply don’t have any to give at the moment.” Blackman bowed again in acknowledgement. “But the moment I do, I will contact you again.”

“No, that’s not good enough!” The brunette shook her head emphatically. “You need to come down to the precinct and make a statement. Give us names and every detail on this research you’ve been doing.”

Blackman’s smile turned slightly predatory, which unnerved Pepa more than she was willing to admit.

“Agent Miranda, you know I won’t do that. I work better on my own without the restrictions of the rules and policies of law enforcement. It’s why I never became a cop myself.”

He glanced behind him towards the car where Silvia was waiting. “Now, your 15 minutes is almost up. I’d better let you go before your fiancé brings all of San Antonio down on my head.”

“You’re not going anywhere, unless it’s with me to the precinct.” Pepa took a tense step towards Blackman, balancing her weight on the balls of her feet, preparing to move.

A loud clatter sounded behind her as she turned in that direction, bringing her gun up in a firing position. Pepa clenched her jaw in frustration as she saw a scruffy cat hop from behind a cardboard box, batting around a discarded tin can. She turned back to face Blackman, not surprised to find the alley empty.

“Joder!” She swore, sighting the fire escape and both ends of the alley. “I fucking it hate it when people pull off that disappearing superhero shit!”

Quickly tucking her gun in her holster, Pepa pumped her arms and legs, running towards the patrol car at top speed.