Clandestine || J. Garoppolo

[27]

I'm telling you right now if anyone says anything about cops cause of this scene I'll probably flip shit and block you. It's simply for the sake of the story. It doesn't mean I agree with any anti-cop or anti-law enforcement attitudes or values. I'm not putting up with ridiculous bullshit.

Yes, there have been a lot of issues with cops lately. But that doesn't mean it's alright to go out and fucking murder cops in retaliation just because some jackass, racist cop that had his head up his ass shot an African American.

Just because they wear blue doesn't mean they fucking agree with what their colleagues around the country do.

And if you think I'm being "hostile" or "angry" then you're fucking right.

That being said, enjoy.
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"Guys, c'mon!" Hazel exclaimed, skipping ahead excitedly. The other seven groaned in harmony, not being able to believe that someone could be that perky.

"How can someone be that damn happy?" John wondered aloud, and the others laughed. They had all been thinking the same thing.

"No idea, John," Billy shook his head, laughing.

"She's getting a little far ahead. It's not safe at night," Jimmy frowned. There he was with the whole "I'm her guardian" thing.

"I'll walk with her," Logan shrugged, and he jogged up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"I love Chicago," she grinned, looking up at her boyfriend. Logan smiled back.

"It's beautiful. Just," he kissed her forehead, "like," he kissed her nose, "you," he said, and he pecked her lips. She blushed and giggled.

"I love-"

She was cut off by a Chicago PD member coming up to her. He was tall, maybe about six foot four, and of a tan complexion. He had wrinkles around his clouded green eyes, and a perpetually creased forehead that made him look like he was confused.

"Ma'am?"

"How can I help you officer?" Haz asked, looking up at the officer that stood a foot above her. He looked at Logan as well.

"Are you alright, ma'am?"

"Excuse me?" She looked at Logan in confusion.

"Are you alright? It's late, ma'am, and it's not safe to walk around with-"

"I'm not alone, officer," she snapped. "I'm with my boyfriend. But thank you."

"Alright, ma'am." He eyed Logan suspiciously again.

"Have a nice night, officer," she said icily. He strolled away, and Hazel was absolutely fuming.

"How dare-"

"Babe, please," he said softly. "I don't care."

"I forgot how big of assholes Chicago cops can be. I'm so, so sorry," she said softly. He shook his head.

"I swear, it's fine, babe."

"Logan, he racially profiled you! That's not fine! That's a really big problem! Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, running her hand through her hair.

"It's alright, honestly," he sighed, wrapping his arms around her. She buried her head in his chest.

"I'm sorry," she repeated.

"Why are you sorry? He's the one that should be sorry. Babe, honestly. It's cool. You didn't do anything," Logan said softly.

"Yo, what the hell was that about?" Billy asked, jogging up to the two.