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Red
I let him in and he stepped inside, striding pass me.
We sat on my couch, his low eyes scrutinizing me. I placed my hands in my lap as he sunk down across from me.
"I heard there was a report," he said as he leaned back, "was that you?"
"Uh," I fumbled with my hands, "Yeah-yeah, that's why I bought the gun."
"Ah," he eyed me, "and do you mind if I ask what happened?"
My gaze averted to his feet that were planted in the ground, tapping from time to time.
"I, Uh," I started, "got attacked...."
"Can you describe your attacker?" Buck asked, pulling out a scrapbook.
I told him everything I remembered about the mysterious man, and how his voice sounded, even.
"And this happened just last night?"
I nodded.
"Do you feel safe?" He placed his elbows on his knees, leaning forward.
I said nothing, just shook my head.
Before he could say anything else, I asked, "why didn't you tell me you were an officer?"
"You didn't ask," he smirked, "why didn't you tell me you worked at Hopper's?"
"How do you know that?"
His smile was alluring as he stood up.
"It was in the report, ma'am."
"I hope I'll see you again, Miss...."
"What?" I smiled, "that wasn't in the report too?"
He mocked my tone, "no, it wasn't."
"I'm Red West, Mr..."
"Buck Thompson. I look forward to seeing you again, Red."
"Maybe you will," I stood as well, walking him to the door, "hopefully."
We stood there for a while, smiling at each other.
"And you'll be safe now. I guarantee," he placed his hand out for me to take.
I grabbed his calloused hand and shook it. It was much colder and larger than mine.
"Thank you."
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Wanted
Fanfiction"Search the whole goddamn city if you have to," commissioner spat, "I want them here..." Swat teams followed orders and communists took initiative. Red and Buck were wanted dead or alive.
