December 26, 2023
4:12 PM
Manhattan, New York City, New York
"Dorian, I need a favor."
Xavier and Dorian sat in a car that was about a block away from the Enigma Nights club. Xavier looked at Dorian intensely as he waited for Dorian to validate his request.
"Yeah, what?" Dorian asked awkwardly.
"Can you make sure to be on the lookout? As in, if something happens, like I or Clover gets shot, to try and follow us. For example, they take us back to a warehouse, maybe, follow their ca-- Just try to stay with us, okay? And, when I say lookout..."
Xavier paused in the middle of his sentence to check the backseat of the car. Dorian saw him extend his arm and grab something that seemed heavy by his grunt. Xavier showed the heavy object off. It was a sniper rifle, namely, DTA Stealth Recon Scout, a very bulky rifle.
"Use this. It'll be useful for seeing better and, if anything happens that you can see, you can shoot." Xavier continued; "Hell, maybe if I actually get kept in a warehouse, you can shoot out the windows."
Dorian looked surprised; "Yeah, fucking thanks. You better pay me extra, I'm out here doing dirty cop work."
"I'll pay you contract money if I make it." Xavier suggested.
"Y'know, can I at least see my wife before it happens? I don't want her to be out wondering what happened to me."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, as you told me, shit is indeed going down tonight, isn't it? Police won't inform her that I died 'nobly' or something, I mean, I'm not even doing police work. I'm lucky I stopped caring. I mean I love her more than anything, but hate myself. Even if I don't die tonight, I'm doing underworld work for a case that's been closed. I just got dragged in. I'll be dead in a couple of weeks at least."
"What? What the fuck are you talking about? You aren't even making sense. I hardly dragged you in, motherfucker, you were in the moment you arrested me but talked about how much you admired me or whatever. Plus, after that, you cover me during a shootout with my mortal enemy. I didn't ask you to do it. You were, fuck, spying on me, I guess. Don't blame this on me." Xavier argued.
"Just drive me to my apartment, it's in Brooklyn."
* * *
Dorian used his keys to unlock the apartment door before opening it. Maggie was there.
"Hey, honey." She said as she sat on the couch.
"We need to talk." Dorian said.
"Yeah, I wanted to talk too." Maggie announced.
"Well, go first then."
Maggie stood up, looking as if she was about to cry.
"What's wrong?" Dorian asked, concerned.
"Someone called me. They threatened me."
Dorian's heart dropped as she said this.
"Wh-- What'd they say? What was the number?"
"It was 555-543-4142. They said that if... I... it was about you..."
"What?" Dorian said, confused, before he pulled out a notepad and wrote down the number.
"They said if you said anything about... God knows what... they told me our exact apartment number and where I work! Paws and Cl-- The vet clinic! They said they would gut you and... I... don't know how they know you, but... they said they would gut you and throw you in the back of the clinic."
Dorian stood blank as he pulled out a spare gun he had, a Smith & Wesson Model 19.
"You ever shot a gun?" Dorian asked.
"Wha... yeah." Maggie said nervously.
"Good, lock the kitchen and bedroom door, move the couch in the corner if you can, keep this pointed at the front door, as long as you can, okay? Close all the windows."
* * *
Xavier sat in the car, looking at the framed entrance of the complex. As he looked, he saw a single object fly out of the darkness. A brick. It flew and flew until it landed onto the concrete.
"Fuck! What the f..." Xavier's speech silenced.
Dorian walked out angrily.
"Who called her!?" Dorian screamed.
Dorian pulled out his actual gun and pointed it at Xavier. Xavier placed his hands up.
"What!?" Xavier asked.
Dorian opened the door and stepped into the car; "Someone called and threatened my wife, do you know about this?"
"It was probably Rich's men!" Xavier yelled.
"Fuck that mo..." Dorian said before inhaling slowly and exhaling slowly; "When can we take care of this?"
"Tommorow."
"Shit... fuck it, I will."
* * *
Dorian walked into the police station in Manhattan. He walked through into the main room with 6 rows of chairs, each row also contained 6 chairs. As he walked speedily through the room, Xavier sat down as he had walked in with him.
"Hey, Dorian." The receptionist at the front said, she looked at Xavier as if he was an outcast; "Who's he?"
"A friend." Dorian said in a monotone manner.
Xavier, after waiting for about 5 minutes, saw Dorian walk out of the room dubbed 'Locker Room'. It started to get dark as he got out, and rain was on the forecast in about 45 minutes. Things were about to happen. It was 5:45 and they planned to go there at 6 and wait until Rich and his crew had arrived. Dorian had walked out in a typical police uniform, but carried a weird strap that covered his torso in a line.
"Let's go."
* * *
As Xavier drove, he held his phone in the air in order to continue speaking on a phone call. He talked to Clover.
"Where are you?" He asked.
"In the big park, whatever you call it." Clover answered.
"Central?"
"Yeah, whatever."
"Are you ready?"
"Yeah."
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