Yn's POV:

Here I was, standing on the street in my new uniform, fresh from the academy, as a street cop.

I didn't like it one bit.

No matter how you look at it, I was going to make detective in a week. They're just doing this to tease the new guy.

But I guess it ain't that bad. The streets remind me of why I became a cop.

It reminds me...of that day...and the injustice performed.

Might have gotten revenge, but the memories still stain my mind...

(Flashback)

Little toddler Yn was walking down the streets, licking his ice cream cone to the beat of Stayin' Alive

Until a man running out of a store with a bag of money bumped into him.

Toddler Yn:!?

Ice Cream:(dies)

Guy: Sorry kid.

Toddler Yn:....(pulls out gun)

Guy: What the-!?

(Bang)

(Bang)

(Bang)

(Flashback end)

Yeah, I remember it like yesterday...

But I had no time to reminisce about my tragic past, for crime reared its ugly face behind a beautiful mask.

A woman, Latino, long hair black hair that looked like a waterfall of cola.

She wore a tight red dress that matched her lips whilst hugging her body like a mother would hug their child after they were kidnapped by a crazy clown high off of Michael Bay movies.

Looking at her hips that swung side to side like a drunken sailor, I noticed her fancy handbag, which could be used as a makeshift coffin for a chihuahua.

The more she crossed the street the more I saw her bouncy titties. Despite her fit figure, her twins were like a beer belly. Perfectly round, and soft.

If I didn't know any better, I would assume she's pregnant with twins.

She probably has the same problem fat people have with finding their private bits.

Crossing to my side of the street, she looks at me with her horny prostitute eyes and smiles at me like I have something on my face but she doesn't want to say anything.

Woman:(smirks) Officer~. Can I help you? Because you seem to be staring at me an awful lot.

Yn:(smiles)

Looking at her, I knew exactly what she was.

A criminal.

(Punch)

Yn: YOU'RE UNDER ARREST, YOU WHORE!

Woman: W-WHAT!?

I punched her across the face, knocking a tooth out of her. Pulling her arms behind her back I shove her against a wall and take out my handcuffs to begin arresting her.

Woman: What are you arresting me for!?

Yn: Jaywalking!

Woman:!?

Woman: No! Y-you can't do this to me! Do you have any idea who I am!?

Yn: A no-good criminal that's going to get life in prison.

Woman:!?

Grabbing her bag that she dropped after I handcuffed her, I find a secret compartment on accident which revealed a bag of white powder.

Which meant one thing...

Yn: Suger... Let me guess... Couldn't handle a vagabond diet.

Woman: What!??

Yn: You make me sick.

Grabbing her, I drag this woman to my 46-year-old rookie partner's squad car, despite her struggling.

Rookie: Huh? (Drops doughnut)

Rookie: Is that....?!

Yn: A no-good criminal? You're damn right, she is. Found this bitch, jaywalking. To top it off, she can't even handle a good damn diet.

Tossing him the evidence I found in her bag to my partner who looks dumbfounded.

Damn rookie.

Shoving the criminal into the back of the police car, I see her look of defeat.

Woman: All my hard work...gone...because of JAYWALKING!!!

Yn: You might have looked both ways...but you should have looked towards your future.

Woman:......aaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHH!

(Tap, tap)

Yn: Take her away.

Rookie: R-right...good job kid. You have a bright future in the business despite everything that's happened to you.

Rookie: I'll make sure the captain gives you full credit.

Yn: You do you.

He drives her away, as I continue to guard the streets from crime.

Sadly when you stop one crime, it doesn't stop the rest.

It's as if the floodgates open once someone commits a crime.

It might seem hopeless, but all we cops can do is to keep trying the best we can to push it all back in the slimy shit pipe they came out of.

We can't even let anything slip through our fingers, for if that happens who knows what could happen.

Happenings upon happenings could happen or have happened before we happened to notice said happenings happen while we happen to live the happiest of lives filled with happenings.

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Anyway, a cat jaywalked across the street.

Cat: Meow.

Yn:........................

(Punch)

Yn: You're under rest, you pussy!

(Timskip)

Reporter: In the latest news....infamous crime boss and drug cartel, Bobbie Newvega was arrested.

Reporter 2: It seems our city's junior detective has made a full recovery.

Reporter 3: Up and coming cop skyrockets to lead investigator.

Reporter 4: I lick cocks- God damnit Phill! I'm gonna kick your as-

(Present day: Precinct 11)

Like I said. After a week, they finally stop their teasing and made me a detective.

Lead...detective~

But thinking about it now, it might not have been teasing why I wasn't immediately made detective. Might have been because they were so booked with some case, they didn't have time.

After my first day, the whole precinct was bumbling about yelling and cheering about getting someone.

It had absolutely nothing to do with me in any way whatsoever, so I ignored them and forgave them for not immediately making me detective.

Taking a seat behind my desk, I was quickly approached by the precinct's mama bird, Captain Rachel Powers, no relation.

She was a grey-haired woman, my guess 207 years of age, and a meeeeeeeaaaaannnnn bitch.

(Rachel Powers)

Rachel: Detective Powers, I would like to personally congratulate you on what you've accomplished.

Yn: No need to congratulate me, I haven't done anything yet. But I will.

Yn: And I'll make the 11 into number 1 in no time.

Rachel: That's not how..............okay?

Yn: So, let's kick crime in the crotch and make sure it never has kids.

Yn: What's my first case. I need to make a name for myself.

Rachel: Before that, let me introduce you to your partner.

Yn: Partner?

The old hag then flaps her hands like an upsidedown pigeon flapping its wings to beckon a sweet angel as if it were a drunken whore.

Turning around I saw a fat man, who turned out to be a lawyer, I almost shot him on sight until I saw the real person she was calling over.

A sweet-looking thing, with her hair tied up in a pony's ass. The only problem I had with her, was that she was like the rest of them, wore clothing so tight around their bodies, might as well wear a mass strangler.

(April Powers)

Rachel:(smiles) Detective Powers, this is your partner, Detective Powers.

Yn: Ah, Detective Powers, I'm Detective Powers, no relation.

April:...W-what?

Yn: I said I'm Detective Powers.

I shake her hand.

Yn: I somewhat look forward to working with you.

April: Likewise?

Yn:(whispers) She seems really confused... Do I have to get stuck with her?

Rachel: Yes.

Yn: Fuck!

Yn: I mean, yaaaaay~ fun times!

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