Bad Romance

My day was horrible. You shot me!

"Officer Bad to 78, we have a 404. I repeat, we have a 404. Around 10 men and Error himself. Backup is needed." The abrasive sound of the walkie talkie rang through the precinct's silent top floor room.

Dream, their chief, stood up and shouted orders to "Get off your asses to catch that SOB and his mob!" Like a well oiled machine everyone kept into motion falling into familiar routines. They'd been working together the better part of seven years now and had built up trust in each other.

This led them to be one of the best precincts in the state. No one could match their precision and teamwork.

Except Error and his crew.

"I want men on every street leading out! Focus on pedestrians, we don't need any casualties if we have a shootout." Dream looked around his team, making eye contact with the main squad leaders. They were all determined to catch them once and for all. Even going so far as to call in backup from the 581, or more commonly known as the SBI.

"Skeppy, I want you to find Bad. Take Hannah and Puffy with you. You're going to need stealth. Hannah, Puffy, you handle distractions. I don't care what, just keep the attention away from Skeppy." As they nodded he turned to the next group. "Foolish, Niki, perimeter sweep. Determine where we need to set up defensive barricades." They took off without a word just as Philza finished assigning his own division on the other side of the open line they'd set up.

Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo were on stakeout duty. Keeping an eye on where the enemy moved. Wilbur was in charge of fake explosives to herd them into a bottleneck where Technoblade, Sapnap, Karl, Quackity, Purpled, HBomb, and Callahan were waiting behind a wall of barricades and cars.

Not all officers and detectives were being deployed though, they'd left some back at the building to keep order and take care of distress calls.

"Everyone in position?" A murmur of "affirmative"s trickled across one by one until every squad had replied. Dream nodded at Wilbur to start the explosions as he yelled instructions through their comms.

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Dream's early. Was all George thought as he ran through the smoke of the "explosion." Wilbur had truly outdone himself but once someone knew they were fake it was simple to pick out the real and staged.

He cackled at the surprised faces of the 78 as he and his crew barreled through them. George made eye contact with Dream and blew him a kiss. Undetected of course, it'd be such a scandalous, messy situation if someone were to find out the infamous Error was banging the chief of police.

Only, the horrified look Dream shot him caused him to falter slightly and wonder what had gone wrong.

As the smoke started to dissipate he noticed figures running towards them and cursed. They must've somehow gotten turned around and ran right into where Dream told Niki and Foolish to set up a barrier. The unforgettable sound of guns being cocked reached his ears as they slowed to a stop.

George grabbed his own and signaled for his crew to do the same.

Sam stood protectively at his back as all ten of them gathered in a circle like they'd rehearsed. Except this time his husband was actually aiming a gun (fully loaded) at his face.

Code Hot Blonde and Dangerous was finally being put to use.

"Dreamy," George smiled and batted his eyes, holding his gun behind him as he cocked it as quietly as he could. "Why don't you let us go? It'd make our time together last longer...I know like spending time with me." A giggle escaped before he could quell it, and George could only hope it didn't sound as smitten as he was.