Resident Evil: Unloved [ENG]

Chapter 2

It didn't take long for Vince to reach his destination:
The garage in the corner between Fox Street and Ennerdale Street.
Despite it being late, he noticed the shop's lights to still be on:
Either someone forgot to turn the power off before leaving...

Or someone's inside, either all by himself or in good company.

Vince turned his bike off by the side road to the city Police Station and quietly started walking on the pavement towards the shop's entrance door.
A huge truck was parked a short distance, just like a couple cars by the shutter, but aside from that, nothing was out of the ordinary.
The only thing upsetting Vince, who was covering his head with a hand because of the downpour, was how there was no noise whatsoever in the streets.
He didn't run into anyone else except for a car passing by Ennerdale street.

No wonder... even though it's almost 8 PM, most of people should be eating dinner by now. It's gonna be a piece of cake.

Vince quickly took shelter under the workshop's roof and went to the door, slowly peeking inside...
And he heard it:
Some kind of moaning of pleasure, alongside with squeaking, sexy cries and kinky remarks.
He stiffened.

Old habits sure die hard. Right, Turner?

He slowly walked in, closing the door behind him, and took his Glock out, checking its heaviness with a hand.
The garage was a long hall way with lots of cars being fixed, mechanical instruments left astray, gas tanks and oil tanks in a corner.
Nothing strange at first sight...
Yet, as he approached the other end of the room, he heard other similar cries to his right, inside the chief-mechanic's office.
He ducked, heading towards the small room's door, and peeked through the keyhole.
What he saw left him both dumfounded and annoyed:
Inside, a bald strong man with a shaggy brown beard was... riding a nice mare with long blond hair and two massive knockers.
They were stark naked and, judging by how they kept up, it seemed like fun that night was just getting started.
"Piece of shit... that's what you're doing with part of my salary." Vince mumbled...
Before knocking the door open with a kick, abruptly interrupting their affair.
The woman shrieked as she interrupted her business, while the huge man turned to the noise's source, feeling surprise, terror and anger at the same time.
"What the-?! Who the fuck is it?!"
"Evening, Turner. I forgot something here, am I interrupting?" Vincent replied with a sassy, defying tone.
While the young woman quickly covered herself with her own wrinkled clothes, Miles swiftly stood up, infuriated.
"Archer! How dare you?! To think I pay you even too much for your job!"
"Don't fucking kid me, Turner..." Vince replied, his finger pointed at the wench, who was hiding in a corner of the room not to be seen; "She holds a good chunk of my salary, and don't you say it isn't so. You're just a profiteering douchebag, that's what you are!"
"How dare you, you sassy little brat!"
Miles lunged at him despite being naked, to strike him down...

*BANG!*

Just to end up frozen on the stop by a gunshot...
Then he noticed the Glock Vince was holding, aiming it a few inches from his face.
"Don't you dare touch me, you vermin... pervert... freaking bastard."
With every insult, Archer stepped forward, while Miles slowly stepped away from him...
Until he touched his office desk after step four.
The woman was busy screaming in terror, almost interrupting their scuffle...
And Vince shot a second bullet to the corner, a few inches from where she was cowering.
"Shut your trap! Or you're gonna use a straw for your BJs from now on."
Despite whimpering in terror, the whore stopped screaming almost immediately, and that was enough for Vince to turn back to Turner.
"Look, Vince... l-let's talk about it. We're both grown up men... I-I'll give you anything, just calm down!"
"Heh... anything...?"
Archer laughed heartily as soon as he heard it, his aim still set on Miles.
"Oh, my god... are you even listening to yourself? You acted like the big boss this morning, and now you're licking my boots like this?! You're scared shitless of dying, ain't you?"
"Archer, don't you do what I'm thinking! Y-You know the Police will hunt you down if you do!" Miles mumbled back, his hands in front of himself, hoping he could persuade his by then former employee from making any action that could escalate things.
"I'm really wondering if I should instead... not kill you, but shoot your crotch off, right now, so you won't get to use my money for your dirty kinks." Vince replied, his gun targeting turner's exposed groin; "I'll prolly do the world a favor."
"My god, no! Not that!"
The gun turned back to Miles' forehead.
"So start handing me over everything you owed me these last months! Now!"
"Even if I did... what do YOU think you're gonna do?! Bail out of here?! You'll be a wanted man all over the States, you stupid kid!" Turner replied arrogantly, despite being terrified by the prospect of a hole in his forehead.
Suddenly, the whore tried running to the garage exit, hoping she could get away with it.
"No, you don't! You dirty slut!" Vince cried, before pulling his trigger...
And shooting at her feet to scare her.
She shrieked and lied on the ground, tears streaming from her eyes, accompanied by muffled sobbing.
"Oh god... oh god... oh god!"
However, the garage door suddenly opened...
And Vince saw a police officer barging in.
A pretty tall and well built woman, her short hair being bright red; she wore a pair of glasses, and what mostly met the eye was her heterochromia:
She had a green eye and a gray eye.
"Raccoon Police Department! Freeze!" The newcomer ordered as she pointed the weapon she was issued:
A strange model Vince didn't recognize at first sight.
It looked like a modified Beretta M92F model, but its width and barrel were far too different for a light calibre like 9mm.
"Figures... Goddamn police comes when I don't need it." The former mechanic grumbled, his gun targeting the young policewoman; "And she's hot to boot."
"T-There, good job, officer! Lock him in!" Miles cried with a grin.
"Sir, be quiet! I heard everything! You can always drop by the station and sue! Let ME handle this!" She replied, her voice dry and focused...
She then turned her gaze to Archer.
"Well, what are we going to do? You're in no condition to act freely."
"Can I sue a loanshark boss for exploiting his employees?!" Vince then asked, his thumb pointed at Miles; "'Cause this asshole decided to give my salary to bitches."
"Do you hold any evidence?"
"You could ask the lady on the ground how much he offered to her and compare it with my salary... should be about the same sum." Archer remarked, as he lowered his gun and walked to the police officer, unafraid.
The young policewoman turned to the whore.
"... Young lady, how much did this place's owner offer to you? You have nothing to fear."
"E...Eight hundred dollars... for a private, complete service..." she mumbled back, still trying to cover herself up with her arms, since she was almost completely naked.
"Well, those should have been my monthly eight hundred bucks. I live with this job!" Vince replied.
"Let me correct you! You USED TO LIVE with it! Because you're fired!" Miles cried.
"Eight hundred?! That's a steal for a night! Now let's settle this once and for all!" The young policewoman said, trying hard to calm everyone down.
"Are you serious?!" Miles replied; "I was just attacked and threatened with a gun by an infamous criminal! You should arrest him on the spot!"
"With due time... anyway, Mr. Turner, get dressed and give me your ID, please... I'll see you in a courtroom tomorrow!
As for Mr. Archer, you're coming with me in custody for aggression." The policewoman replied without getting upset, thus letting the whore go.
The stripper took what was hers and ran off.
"Argh, to hell with it... I was tired of working for this idiot anyway." Vinced grumbled.
Noticing how the officer was still aiming her issued gun at him, he took a heavy sigh.
"Do I really have to reach for the sky and drop my Glock?"
"If you think you're going to beat my gun with your toy... just drop it and don't play smart. I'm quite apt in hand-to-hand combat too, you know?"
Without further ado, she showed a pair of handcuffs to him.
"The fuck... Just promise you're not throwing it away, will ya? I paid a pretty penny for it." Vince asked as he slightly raised his hands.
"Don't worry... I'll save it for you until you get out, OK?" she smiled back, as she handcuffed him.
"I should do it at your back, usually... but I want to trust you" the policewoman said back as she took the Glock from Vince...
And dragged the by now ex-mechanic out of the garage.
Before going out, however, she turned to Miles and gave him the finger.
"Try and be on time tomorrow, will you!"
"Get out of my garage!" he cried in a fit of rage...
And then noticed the whore ran away, which made him even angrier, so much he looked like a steaming teapot.
"Is your former boss always so nice?" The young woman asked Archer as they walked to her police car.
"He's usually minding his own business. The right word here would be envious." Vince replied, mostly annoyed by the downpour outside.
"Yeah, I can see it... C'mon, hop in! I'll take you for a ride!" the policewoman shouted in a more easygoing manner compared to earlier.
"Geez... I really don't wanna go to the Station. And leaving my bike here pisses me off even more..." Archer grumbled as he sat next to the driver, his hands still cuffed.
"Well, should have been thinking twice before pulling such a mess!" She scolded him as she sat on the driver's seat; "By the way, what's your name?
All I could figure out is your last name, Archer... what's your first name?"
"Vince Archer... and by what you just said, I can deduce you're a greenhorn." He answered as he sat more comfortable; "I'm pretty infamous among police officers... Minor charges and such."
The young woman chuckled, turned her car on and activated the windshield wipers.
"Elizabeth O'Connell... just call me Liz, nice to meet you! I just started working, but I'm trying to do my best already..." she remarked...
Then, she took the car's transceiver in her hand.
"Station, this is O'Connell... I solved the Fox Street workshop issue. A simple money altercation, no casualties. Over..."
She waited a few seconds for a confirm by the Police Department communication center...
But no one answered back.
"What is it? One of these parties?" Vince asked as he noticed it himself; "Is it Irons' birthday and they gave him a slut in a cake as a present?"
Liz was astonished by that remark.
"You can't stand the douche himself, huh? Thank goodness, I thought I was the only one on the planet... I'll try again later, maybe the one in charge was in the bathroom."
"Say... why don't we get something to drink? At least I can thank you for not blaming it all on me." The mechanic asked as the car dashed across the then barren Fox Street.
"So you want to grant your final wish in my company while we get something together? Where would you even go?" O'Connel asked, her eyes glancing at the younf man with a smile.
"Maybe at my place?" he asked...
Before he noticed Liz moving his hand to her gun and shaking her head.

Looks like she's not fond to womanizing jokes...

"Okay, bad idea... then, do you know Jack's Bar?"
Liz nodded.
"Of course. I went there sometimes to keep a colleague some company... he's such a funny guy! Not my favorite place, but I should reward you for being so cooperative."