The Corrupt And Vain

Chapter 4: The Precinct & 2-11

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the duo arrived at the precinct. It was nothing really special, just a one floor building in the middle of nowhere populated. As they pulled up, Gideon turned around to the back of the building, where the employees and Rangers can park.

Around the back of the precinct, were a few different model sedans and pickup trucks, owned by the pencil pushers who work here, although they were two other cars which were parked parallel to each other, a red 68' Camaro SS and a white 71' Volkswagon Karmann Ghia, these two rare icons of American and German ingenuity stuck out like two fresh fruits in a tree filled with rotten ones.

Gideon parks opposite to the cars, the desperate gurgling of the engine stops.

"We're here now kid, you got that game face ready?"

Aiden scoffed, guess Gideon saw him practising his tough guy faces after all.

"Yeah, I got it ready rough."

With that, Gideon and Aiden stepped out of the Nova and marched In sync toward the entrance, old rock music can be heard playing from inside, the music only grew louder and less impaired as they walked toward the door. As they opened the entrance door, the music became clear.

"Parish Hall - Dynaflow"

Gideon turned around to Aiden sternly.

"You know good music when you hear it, kid."

Gideon turned back around and concluded walking toward the office. As they walked in, two men stood in plain sight, clearly waiting for Gideon and Aiden to show up.

"Kid, you haven't had a real acquaintance with these two since the robbery."

Gideon slaps Aiden's back.

"So let's get you acquainted."

Gideon points at the roughcut body-builder type man, standing brutally in a tight black T-shirt, ripped blue jeans and black boots. He had a Remington 1911 R1 in the pistol holster attached to his belt, a black leather jacket with yellow stripes down the sleeves in the aggressive grip of his right hand.

"This right here, is Ranger Bruno LeBeau."

Aiden walks over to LeBeau, offering his hand to shake, LeBeau shakes it.

"He immigrated to Texas when he was 11 years old, he was originally born in Paris but....you know. Paris guy, Austin gal, his daddy went to jail for larceny and he moved here with his mamma."

(Bruno's dialogue shall be written in this font.)

"Thanks for telling my childhood story to the rookie, vieux connard."

Bruno's voice was deep and made Aiden gulp awkwardly, he kinda scared him. Judging by this guys body, he's a killer with the ladies.

Bruno turns toward Aiden, preparing to start a conversation.

"So...you are...the....new meat? as they say?"

Aiden stutters the beginning of his sentence, shocked from the deep vocals in Bruno's voice, Gideon catches eye of this and intervenes into the conversation, saving Aiden the embarrassment of making an ass of himself.

"Well the kid's certainly not fucking cowmeat, he's seen his pair slice of action, some events more unfortunate to others."

"Well let's hope the rookie doesn't get cut to deadmeat anytime soon."

Those precise words make the hair on the back of Aiden's neck stand up, guess it'll be better for him to stay outta his way.

Now Gideon points toward the other man sitting on the desk with his knee raised, he wore a white and blue pinstripe long sleeve button shirt, black Jean's and brown cowboy boots. In the two leather pistol holsters he had attached to his brown leather belt rested a Kimber Ultra Raptor in one and a SIG P250 Compact with a nickel-plated slide.