10-09-2012, 03:44 AM
Caleb stretched out and cracked his knuckles. The cop was getting on his nerves.
“Let me get a better look,” Caleb’s hands moved fast and graceful, almost unnatural movements for a man of his size. He looked closely at the picture on the phone. She was pretty and had red hair. Caleb knew she wasn’t some escort, he knew she was a decent person. Something inside of him screamed this. It was Terra, the woman who Lewis rescued earlier in the night.
Caleb went to hand the phone back to the cop, and with a quick flick of his wrist he landed a punch on the Demitrii’s orbital, knocking him back on the ground unconscious. Part of Caleb hopped the cop would be blind in one eye from now on. The bartender overheard the knocked out man was a working cop, and called up to O’Harron to see what should be done.
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“Just toss him in the alley, don’t let him back in without a warrant. I’ll give a call to the commissioner let him know one of his men got in a bar fight.” James said in to the phone receiver. Another cop has wandered in to the bar asking questions. The deal made with zoning between that politician Wood and the police commissioner was that the cops would say clear of the building, and the O’Harron Gun running trades would not happen in town.
James O’Harron sat back in his chair in his basement office overlooking the casino. The giant one way mirror allowed him to see the gambling, but not letting anyone see him. He spun around on his wheeled chair to view the security cameras. He watched the large man looked over the knocked out cop as two of the bouncers dragged the cop in to the back alley. The large man he recognised the cop he didn’t.
James turned his attention to the front door camera. He saw Judgment and Jio leave the club and he saw Mara walk up to the entrance.
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