((Yes, I'm still William the Blood Knight Elv. Except now i'm the Lord of a Nation.
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"Since I left the force, I've been bored out of my damn mind. I'm tired of seeing punks roaming the streets doing as they please while cops like me and you get fired or killed for doing their job. Hell, I might even be able to get back on the force if I play my card right. In any case, these kids are a bunch of fools-"
"Hey one of you guys, can you help me up? I'm fucking getting soaked here."
"I'm not moving an inch."
"I am so killing you if I get free."
"There's no way the Masen Twins-"
"We aren't twins, corpslut!"
"Are acting alone, and taking them off the streets won't put even the slightest dent in whoever is running the show. Let me get to the bottom of this and all of us will come out on top with our heads held high. I am and always will be an officer, with or without a badge or payroll. Though its more difficult to get supplies, being a civ makes it easier to blend in with the right crowd. If I came up to these punks in uniform I'd have gotten shot or simply scattered them to the seven hells. As a civ, I can pull strings, make connections, and put the pieces together like I never could as a cop. If you can help me, I can be your undercover informant and it'll be just like when we were both on the force, except I'm not held back by the all-seeing corporate eye. Understood? We can live in the trenches getting shot at, treated like garbage by the system, or we can climb our way to the top."
"Goddamn that woman talks alot. Hey Tyler, I forgot about you, can you help your big sis up?"
"Yeah."
"What would you rather be, a cop on the beat your whole life, or someone with influence and a reputation? You're a smart guy, you know this is an opportunity you can't miss."
"Well...alright then. But i'm sticking my neck out here, so don't screw me over."
"I wont."
"Alright, well I better leave. Here's the key to Miss Masen's cuffs. Don't get killed and do something about that wounded kid."
"Wait, I need to be able to contact you. Whats your phone number?"
He blushes, then tells you, and you put the number into the database on your cell phone, which you totally had all along. He gets back in his MHAG and leaves, throwing up spray from the road.
"Now listen up, I just saved your asses from a long, painful stay in prison, and quite possibly execution. That bullet to the leg is a pinprick compared to what I'll do to you if you even try to open your mouths about what happened today. Lets make a deal. You keep your mouth shut and your eyes open, and I might have some fun work for you. If you snitch, I won't go down but you sure as hell will. I'll make you wish you were never even born into this fucked-up corporate world. Shut your mouths and stay out of sight. Am I making myself clear?"
A chorus of reluctant yes ma'ams.
"Yeah whatever. Can you get these damn handcuffs off? I need to find me some new dry clothes."
The teens are standing around uncertainly and wondering what the hell to do next. Checking the clock on your phone, you notice that it's an hour to curfew.
What now?