Choto Temple Ch 13
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I'm not a hero. I'm just a man, but sometimes a man is all you need. I'm flawed, jaded, been in the business too long and I'm broken. I'm tired. Tired of it all. Cynical and I'm sick of the corruption of my soul.
It's a dark, shitty city in a world that's increasingly lacking in virtue and it gets to the point where it's hard to tell the good people from the bad. Hell, are there any good people? It's all about money, sex and v******e and either you're a victim or a predator. It's a place where everyone has flaws or dark secrets that they will do anything to keep hidden. Some dark element in the past or present that won't leave them alone.
Some in the city shadows are monsters and that's where I come in- I'm a hunter of monsters but the lines between good and bad are increasingly blurred. It isn't a case of clear cut black and white anymore. Sometimes the monsters we're chasing are in actual fact beside us or worse, sneaking up, unseen behind us and sometimes they're lurking within our very selves.
"You don't have to kill me, Scyther," begged the man, bleeding from several bullet holes. "Get me help and I'll make you rich. I have money. A lot of-"
"I'm not interested in money," I interrupted, racking the arming slide back on my Colt forty-five. It's a beautiful antique. Not an energy weapon or pulse gun like most bounty-hunters use. It looks as scary as fuck if it's being pointed at you. The 45 calibre rounds make a mess. "I'm only interested in the girl. Where is she?"
"I don't know. Fuck, man. I'm feeling kinda whoozy here. I'm fuckin dying," he said, clutching at his blood soaked shirt. "I swear I don't know where they took her and-"
"Then you're of no use to me."
I shot him in the face.
"The lead didn't pan out," I said into a whisper mic.
"He's not talking?" came the voice in my ear.
"No."
"Is he likely to talk?"
The man's brains slipped from the back of his shattered skull to fall to the floor with a wet plopping sound.
"No," I replied, holstering the forty-five.
Saskia Bumfelt was only moments from a body wracking orgasm when she was interrupted by the comlink switching the viewing monitor in her bedroom from the lesbian porn she was watching to the precinct murder room.
"For fuck’s sake, Bumfelt," said the Chief of Operations, going red faced.
"Sound only," snapped Bumfelt and the screen went blank. She took her hands from between her legs, putting the glass dildo on a cabinet beside the bed.
"I need you in here," said the Chief. "Now, Saskia."
"Can I finish up what I was doing, Chief?" asked Bumfelt, slipping her 36 C breasts into a bra.
"No. Yes.. Err, look, just get your ass in here, Detective."
On the other side of the city…..
Ratko Bonkabitch had the hooker with the big tits pushed up against the window and was pounding her from behind, hard- one big hand pulling her pelvis back so his cock was hitting bottom every time he drove into her pussy and the other squeezing her neck so that every time he pushed deep into her vagina she let out a strangled gasp.
His phone rang.
"Motherfucker!" he snarled, snatching up the phone.
"Da," he growled, continuing to fuck the hooker.
"We've got the girl," said a voice on the phone.
"Good," growled Bonkabitch, pumping his cock into the hooker as she came, her pussy lips quivered and he exploded into her as he climaxed.
"Boss," said the voice from the phone. "We have a problem.
"What kind of problem?" said Bonkabitch, waving the hooker away. She hurried out of the room, slipping her big tits back into the red tube dress, picking her six inch heels up as she left.
"Somebody killed, Dimitriov," said the voice.
"What?" growled Bonkabitch.
"Somebody killed your brother," continued the voice.
There was a long pause.
"What do you want to do, Boss?"
"Take the girl to the house," said Bonkabitch, his voice cold as a grave. "Make sure she's secure and then you and give others meet me at the docks. And Anatoly, bring lots of guns. Many people are going to die tonight."
It's a dark, shitty city in a world that's increasingly lacking in virtue and it gets to the point where it's hard to tell the good people from the bad. Hell, are there any good people? It's all about money, sex and v******e and either you're a victim or a predator. It's a place where everyone has flaws or dark secrets that they will do anything to keep hidden. Some dark element in the past or present that won't leave them alone.
Some in the city shadows are monsters and that's where I come in- I'm a hunter of monsters but the lines between good and bad are increasingly blurred. It isn't a case of clear cut black and white anymore. Sometimes the monsters we're chasing are in actual fact beside us or worse, sneaking up, unseen behind us and sometimes they're lurking within our very selves.
"You don't have to kill me, Scyther," begged the man, bleeding from several bullet holes. "Get me help and I'll make you rich. I have money. A lot of-"
"I'm not interested in money," I interrupted, racking the arming slide back on my Colt forty-five. It's a beautiful antique. Not an energy weapon or pulse gun like most bounty-hunters use. It looks as scary as fuck if it's being pointed at you. The 45 calibre rounds make a mess. "I'm only interested in the girl. Where is she?"
"I don't know. Fuck, man. I'm feeling kinda whoozy here. I'm fuckin dying," he said, clutching at his blood soaked shirt. "I swear I don't know where they took her and-"
"Then you're of no use to me."
I shot him in the face.
"The lead didn't pan out," I said into a whisper mic.
"He's not talking?" came the voice in my ear.
"No."
"Is he likely to talk?"
The man's brains slipped from the back of his shattered skull to fall to the floor with a wet plopping sound.
"No," I replied, holstering the forty-five.
Saskia Bumfelt was only moments from a body wracking orgasm when she was interrupted by the comlink switching the viewing monitor in her bedroom from the lesbian porn she was watching to the precinct murder room.
"For fuck’s sake, Bumfelt," said the Chief of Operations, going red faced.
"Sound only," snapped Bumfelt and the screen went blank. She took her hands from between her legs, putting the glass dildo on a cabinet beside the bed.
"I need you in here," said the Chief. "Now, Saskia."
"Can I finish up what I was doing, Chief?" asked Bumfelt, slipping her 36 C breasts into a bra.
"No. Yes.. Err, look, just get your ass in here, Detective."
On the other side of the city…..
Ratko Bonkabitch had the hooker with the big tits pushed up against the window and was pounding her from behind, hard- one big hand pulling her pelvis back so his cock was hitting bottom every time he drove into her pussy and the other squeezing her neck so that every time he pushed deep into her vagina she let out a strangled gasp.
His phone rang.
"Motherfucker!" he snarled, snatching up the phone.
"Da," he growled, continuing to fuck the hooker.
"We've got the girl," said a voice on the phone.
"Good," growled Bonkabitch, pumping his cock into the hooker as she came, her pussy lips quivered and he exploded into her as he climaxed.
"Boss," said the voice from the phone. "We have a problem.
"What kind of problem?" said Bonkabitch, waving the hooker away. She hurried out of the room, slipping her big tits back into the red tube dress, picking her six inch heels up as she left.
"Somebody killed, Dimitriov," said the voice.
"What?" growled Bonkabitch.
"Somebody killed your brother," continued the voice.
There was a long pause.
"What do you want to do, Boss?"
"Take the girl to the house," said Bonkabitch, his voice cold as a grave. "Make sure she's secure and then you and give others meet me at the docks. And Anatoly, bring lots of guns. Many people are going to die tonight."
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