I walk into the small interrogation room. When I brought the suspect in he'd been dressed in a full body suit of aqua armor, but as the door closes behind me it appears he wore a Star Wars shirt and jeans under the strange attire. He lifts his head up, eyes narrowing. I hear the handcuffs rattle under the table, and his built biceps flex as he struggles against them. I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. "Hello, I am Detective York," I open the file in my hands. "How are you? Chair comfortable? Cuffs too tight?" He leans back, flicks his tongue, and smirks. "I'm good. How 'bout you?" I smile. "Great. Now, Lavernius Tucker is your full name, correct?" He snarls, arms laying fully on the table, and both middle fingers flicking up. My mouth opens slightly. His left forearm has tattoos dotting all around it, and his right forearm holding a plentiful amount of bracelets, both arms a variety of color atop his dark skin. I close my mouth and shake my head slightly. "You are being charged with murder in the third degree for the brutal deaths of five civilians." I read it directly off the file. "Wasn't me dude, I'm a lover not a fighter." I watch him closely for tells but there are none. He might be telling the truth. "Since I haven't murdered anyone, can I go?" He crosses his arms. "We found you-" The building shakes as a loud boom rumbles through it. I turn to Lavernius and he's smirking widely. The door is flung open and Sargent North rushes in, gun in hand. "The gun safes are in hostile territory. Four officers already down." "How?" "The attackers blew up the walls and the safes." North locks the door. "We need to radio this in." I say taking the safety off my pistol.
North is shoved forward as the door is kicked in behind him. The intruder holds up an assault rifle, wearing the same type of armor as Lavernius, but black with yellow stripes. "Put the fucking guns down." He orders, stepping further into the room. North holds up his magnum. The man tilts his head. "Really?" And shoots North's leg, causing him to fall and yell in pain. I drop my pistol and crouch down to him, putting pressure on the wound. The man puts two fingers to his helmet. "We're good, Church." Glass shatters behind me, and the chain linking Lavernius's handcuffs snap as a bullet lands under the table. Lavernius smirks and jumps over the table, jumping into the man's arms. He stands and takes the man's rifle. His eyes light up and his arms flex, finger gripping the trigger. "Listen bitch, only my boyfriends call me Lavernius, not cops who arrest me without reason." He cocks it and aims at my-
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