The Brawler meets Miss Perfect

David Harries

"That's another one! Great job, Officer Harries."

David Harries, a veteran cop, had just caught a major jail escapee, who had been on the run for a couple days. This guy was dangerous, his charge including triple homicide. 

"Send him into Maximum security, will you, constables?"

"Yessir!"

"You bet chief!"

David wiped his forehead, readjusting his police cap as he watched the police car drive away with the jailbird. David put away his baton into his holster, having used it to knock the jailbird out. He rarely used it, so when he did use it, it meant the effort to get someone down really had to be made.

David Harries was a celebrated cop, young for an accomplished cop like himself, but still highly respected. Well built and tall, David was around the same height as many of his seniors, despite being much younger. He was Chief of his own police force age before even hitting age 30.

"You heading back to the Medium, Chief?"

"Yes. I've got a jailbird to speak with."

David waved to his colleagues as he entered his police car, a large black Chevy suburban. He adjusted the siren on the top of his car and began driving down the road, away from the 'do not cross' signs near the place where they caught the escapee.

David soon arrived at Athanas's Medium security prison, where he would speak with Jared Quinn, one of his newer inmates. David entered the facility, having the guards locking the gates behind him. The Medium security prison was dark grey colour, still looking plain when sunlight touched the building. Despite its drab exterior, it was well built and sturdy on the inside. 

"Jared Quinn; I need you to listen very carefully. Your non-compliance won't help you out at all, considering your situation. Tell me where you've spoken to other illegal groups." David pressed his fist firmly against the table in the interrogation room.

"You've already ruined my family, what more do you want? Leave me alone-"

"Sergeant."

An officer came from behind Jared, tasering him in the back. Jared was stunned for about a minute, slowly recollecting himself. 

"I have authorization to do this. Don't make me force an answer out of you."

"B-Blackwater ..."

"What?"

"Blackwater Lounges ... It's in a back alley, downtown."

"So? I need a little more than that."

"The guys I worked with are making a deal tonight ... they salvaged some of Sheila's weapons and are selling that to another group."

"Sergeant, send him back to his cell."

David left the visiting room satisfied, walking past Jared and Sheila's cell. Sheila was arguing with Jared after overhearing the conversation, quickly interrupted by the burly guy trying to sleep. David found out what he needed to, and just in time. David called a bunch of officers for backup, sending them to the Blackwater Lounges, a fancy hotel were meetings were very common. Because the people Jared made deals with were also rich, they did not come across as illegal personnel. David jumped into his Chevy, pummelling his way down the downtown roads towards Blackwater Lounges as fast as he could. It was not long before him and a couple other officers barged into the building, running into the lounge area where these men were making their deal. The buyer had not come yet, but came a couple minutes later, obliviously walking in without paying attention to the multiple cop cars outside the hotel. All the men were arrested successfully, while the remaining firearms were taken in as evidence. David was tired after a long day, catching criminals back to back. He drove home after his officers were kind enough to handle the situation. David lived in a condo, which was quietly and homely. Just the right amount to be happy.