SEMPER FI.

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deputydenver:

Hook, line and sinker. Seconds after Garrett shouted back at him, Wyatt dropped into the tank once more; laughing before his mouth was filled with water and the sound dying. Resurfacing from the water, Wyatt easily pulled himself back up.

“Don’t play coy with me Sheriff; we both know my resume is much better than eighth. Don’t hold out on me like that Edwards!” He teased the man who was getting another ball handed to him. “Go on now, flatter me or I’m resigning!” Wyatt mused as he stands on the seat, hands spread out; full on making a spectacle of himself for the crowd earning gasps and cheers from pups who thought he was being honest.

“You can resign and I’d be perfectly fine with that.” Garrett grunted out as he tossed the second and once again hit his mark. He glanced at the attendant and shook his head. Feet carried him toward the tank at a pace that matched him going up hill. Body leaning against the tank with his arm propped up on the rim, his knuckles knocked against the side. “Spare ya’self a bit of pride, Denver. Don’t need to impress all the she-wolves around by showing how good you look soak and wet. We all can see that,” Garrett looked back out and around the festival. “You pay the lady for three tosses so that money can go to charity and I won’t toss my last.”

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deputydenver:

Taunting anyone and everyone around the dunk tank; Wyatt knew a thing or two about picking someone out of a crowd to engage in him, having plenty of practice in his undercover days. He’d been dunked plenty of times and happy to go down into the water many more times as it was for charity. “Aw common’ Sheriff, I’m due so slack aren’t I?” He mused as he sees Garrett buy some balls to toss and smiles. “Oh everyone back up; got an old timer here! Common ya crabby bastard, dunk your finest deputy.” Wyatt pokes fun at his superior and takes his seat and awaits Garrett’s response and hopefully some decent dunks from the Sheriff; who definitely had to show up now that he was called out.

A softened smirk settled on his lips. Denver was one of the few wolves that he liked; not too full of himself or too absorbed with their own personal lives. He seemed to care how the town was run and how everything seemed backwards. 

It was one of the reasons he hadn’t fired him yet. Too bad the wolf seemed to not remember he had military training when he decided to shout out. He sat two of the balls aside and gripped the third. “More like my eighth finest,” he called back. 

His arm was pulled back and the ball released with a hefty toss - striking dead center.

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He looked out of place wearing his old Metallica t-shirt and worn out jeans. Most of the wolves gave him an odd look and he had sent the whispers flying when he passed them. Sheriff Edwards? Out of uniform? Rogers could hold down the fort and honestly he cared little for what the packs thought of him. Two of them needed to take a lesson out of Danver’s book in his opinion. The dunking booth caught his attention and for once, a rare smile cracked on his often stoic features as he approached and looked up at his deputy. A few dollars exchanged for a few throws, it might actually be fun. “Deputy! You best not be catchin’ a cold, I’m going to have you working double if you do.”

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masonxmitchell:

“Yeah, I get that a lot lately.” Ace shook his head, exhaling one brow arched up when the Sheriff spoke. “You don’t know anything about my wolves, Edwards. Because nothing holds them back, I can tell you that.” He shrugged again. “Whatever chains I wear I can tell you they have nothing to do with my pack and everything to do with the fact that I was trying to be something other than a Mitchell wolf for far too long. You on the other hand - do you even have a friend in this town that doesn’t work with you? That’s no way to live. Wolves need a pack for a reason." 

His fists clutched. “I know enough,” he uttered. He should have walked away but instead he turned to face Mason. “I’ve seen a pack like yours before. I’ve seen what they became. You say I have a look? Well, that’s why. I was in a pack like yours.” His scent was heavy, thickening the air with the slow rage that boiled to the surface. Not at Mason but at how he couldn’t stand to see his own history repeating itself. “Put them to heel now is all I’m saying.” He was frustrated and tired, and had no idea why he let out a soft laugh. Even if it seemed sad. “I had a nice pack too once, Mitchell. I was mated. There’s something you don’t know about me. Then a drunk fuck took him away from me.” He nodded to the bottle, suddenly exhausted, “you’re right. I don’t got friends. Because, I don’t need to put them through my shit. It’s better if I’m alone with my demons.”

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masonxmitchell:

"Sort of.” Ace grinned laughing easily. “You wound me, Sheriff. You really do.” He clicked his tongue tossing the remains of his bottle back and the bottle in the trash. 

“Oh, please, Edwards, you don’t look like good people, you know.” Ace pointed out. “I know the look, it’s the exact look people don’t like Mitchell wolves for. So I know it very well.” Shoulders moving up in a shrug Ace looked back at the bar’s open door. “Yeah, that’s exactly how the world works.”

“I never claimed to be a good wolf.” Garrett growled softly. He needed to leave and soon. He swallowed hard before he stopped and looked back at the other alpha. “Only difference between me and your shit pack, Mason, is I don’t let that look hold me down. I became something more than what everyone thought of me.” He sneered at the wolf. “Wear your chains, Mitchell. You deserve them just like I deserve mine.”

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masonxmitchell:

“Gosh you are sweet, aren’t you? What do you do when you go home I wonder: recharge your batteries? Do you run on electricity or is it some ‘Terminator’ situation with you?” Ace jerked his shoulders laughing, the warmth coming from the inside of 'The Outlaw’ warmed his back. “Who me?” He shook his head voice thick with sarcasm when he droned back: “I am actually part blind, I didn’t catch a damn thing. It was dark inside.” Nursing his drink Ace pushed himself off the door. “Yep. He is." 

"And I wonder what you do when you go home? Recharge y’rself on regret. Poor judgement. Fact that you ain’t doin’ your pack any favors lettin’ them take swings at people.” Garrett grunted. He took a step away from the other alpha. “Then again, pack lives by the example put on by their alpha, don’t it?” He glanced at the bottle in Mason’s hand before looking back up. He needed to get away from the bar before he hurt someone. “Guess that’s just how the world works.”

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masonxmitchell:

Ace walked out of the bar, the beer he’d snatched away before the fight broke off still in his hand, he tipped it to his lips taking a hearty swing: 

“Do you – ’ he pointed at Garrett with the bottle. "Do you ever walk out of your den for anything other than working? Come Christmas you’ll have put half the wolf population in that cruiser on one occasion or the other. Town favorite. That’s pretty sad. I might cry."  

“I don’t have anything in common with any of you. What’s the point in socializing? I’m here to do a job.” Edwards grunted. He glanced at the beer and then up at the other wolf. “I’m guessin’ you didn’t see who started the fight?” He stepped closer, even as the crowd wandered off. “If it was, what was his name? If it were that Rodney Brackbury ... Bradbury, whatever his fuckin’ name is, would you tell me? He’s one of yours ain’t he?”

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Garrett slammed the Richards’ wolf against the cruiser while Rogers dealt with the Mitchell’s wolf. “Calm the fuck down,” was growled before he jerked open the door with his free hand. The handcuffs were slapped to their wrists. Their rights were read to them and he shoved them into the backseat. Rogers already had the Mitchell. Both deputies drove off as he waved off the crowd with a panted breath. “Fuck off, nothin’ to see here! Just a fuckin’ fist fight. GO home for fuck sake!” He wiped away the blood from his lip where one of the wolves had landed a good hit to his jaw. He fucking hated drunks.

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masonxmitchell:

His chest rose and fell with rapid jerks. Ace’s laughter caught wetly in his throat coming out rough. 

“You need to fuck off.” The wolf countered nastily. 

And hell, maybe Garrett was right, he was being childish. He tugged at his lower lip tasting the coppery hints of blood behind and sneered. “Yeah? Go and give him a gold fucking star Sheriff.” To be compared to Theo and somehow be found lacking scraped at his ego. But really what else was new. Ace huffed and pushed his fingers through his hair rifling through his pockets for his phone. 

“Whatever.”  He dialed his father hoping his old man had the kid’s parent’s number.

“If that’s how you want me to start to reward your fuckin’ packs, Danver’s has got ya both beat.” Garrett grunted. He glanced at the phone that was gripped at by the other alpha. He rested his hands on his hips, glaring at him. “Have a nice day, Mitchell. ‘m sure I’ll be seeing ya again when you try and tackle me again for lockin’ another one of yours up.” 

Garrett stepped away and headed back to his cruiser, turning the radio back up. Once he was out of ear shot, he grabbed the radio off his shoulder. Let the kid go. Rogers was confused as all hell but when Garrett had to repeat himself, with a tighter edge to his voice the deputy agreed.

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masonxmitchell:

The pain should’ve knocked some sense into him, it didn’t. He pulled himself up spitting on the ground - his saliva came out pinker than it’s supposed Ace glared at the Sheriff his laughter acerbic as it came out:

“Yeah, real fuckin’ good job, Sheriff, you arrested a real dangerous fucking felon. The whole town can sleep safely tonight knowing Patrick is behind bars.” He rolled his eyes despite the twinge of pain that cost him. Fuck, he was going to have to call the kid’s mom before she received a phone call from the police. Ace wasn’t looking forward to dealing with another Richards wolf. He wasn’t looking forward to dealing with anyone else ever again. He was going to go feral and live up in the woods. That sounded easier.

“You know what fuck you, special treatment my ass. Keep telling yourself that because I ain’t been giving you any special treatment. As far as I am concerned ‘should’ve let you bake your ass on that road.”

He had come at him with spittle and anger. Garrett had been reminded of the grit and heat and the danger of being overseas. He felt the world begin to spin. Ace flickered in his vision. Breathing heavy, he was the enemy. Rifle trained and ready to open fire.

Garrett shook his head to clear the vision. He had to calm down. Garret was in Echo. Count to ten. Blurred vision. Count to ten. His breathing balanced and the Mitchell pack leader was himself again. Once he could trust himself to move, he released the grip of his fists. White knuckled and tight. Half-moon cuts in his palms spicing the hair with a hint of blood. “You need to calm down,” the wolf grunted. 

“He broke the law. Kid’ll be out in a few hours if the owner don’t press charges.” His back straightened as he narrowed his eyes at Ace. “You’re ‘causin’ a scene because the law is doin’ their job. Neutral ground, Mitcheel. I arrested a Richards’ boy too. Ya think Theo came raging off at me? Ya done actin’ like a five year old whose toys been takin’ away?”

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@Garett

Wyatt: Sounds good.

Wyatt: Will do.

Wyatt: So what actually happens at the lake? I'm curious now to be honest.

Garrett: It's where people go to get fucked.

Garrett: Echo's very own make out point.

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@Garett

Wyatt: There was a notice...

Wyatt: What's happening at the outlaw now?

Wyatt: I'm on my way.

Garrett: I'll talk to Rogers about that.

Garrett: Nothing. It's the outlaw. that is your beat for the week.

Garrett: Not much else is happening here.

Garrett: Just check to see if Fox needs help clearing out the drunks.

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@Garett

Deputy Denver: Why are we supposed to be watching the lake at this time of the year?

Deputy Denver: You're gonna need to catch me up on the happenings of the town.

Deputy Denver: Should I be ready for anything in-particular?

Garrett: Who the fuck told u to be at the lake?

Garrett: I need u at The Outlaw.

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hartirons:

Hart watched the brief interaction with amusement etched on his face. He didn’t bother to saying anything until the deputy left. “Maybe you should wait a while before going through with that. You know until he forgets you said that. Don’t want to get charged for it when you do shoot someone.” Hart slipped his hands in his pockets rocking on his feet.

“From what I can gather, most the fuckin’ town thinks the Mitchell’s are three seconds from shootin’ each other.” Garrett turned and gave the wolf a once over before he stepped off to the side and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. His brow raised sharply after he had lit the cigarette, glancing over at the other wolf. “You got a side in all this?”

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theorichards:

The sheriff was on edge. Theo was fairly certain he was contemplating his murder. Interesting. He was hardly even being obnoxious. “Your office fine. Are you hiding something, sheriff?” He couldn’t stop the remark – a smirk plastered on his face. If the other wolf stopped acting so damn squirrely, he wouldn’t even be interested. 

“I’ll go and pick them up. I need to have a word with them anyway. Front desk once I get there?” He wasn’t used to picking up his own from the police station. But he would rather die than ask Mason for some sort of advice. He could handle it. 

“We all hide things, Richards. It’s how the world around us works.” Garrett grunted and took a deep breath, hand carding through his hair. “Front desk, yeah. Officer is waiting for someone to pick ‘em up.” He trailed off and then stepped away from the other alpha. “Just make sure your wolves stay in line. I’ve got enough to deal with when it comes to the Mitchell’s pack.”

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onthe-virgil:

“I wasn’t staring,” Virgil mumbled before clearing his throat and repeating himself, louder that time. It was the truth, he hadn’t been staring, just listening in order to satisfy his curiosities. In hindsight it was an idiotic move on his part, completely creepy and probably a little suspicious, but he didn’t exactly have a time machine to go back and slap himself out of it. “I was checking my phone.” 

The annoyance that rolled off him was very clear. A pungent scent. Had he curled his fingers any tighter into a fist, he would have caused pressure fractures. “Right. Checkin’ your phone. In the middle of the sidewalk, in an area where I just happen to be, like before.” A low growl rumbled with his words. “You’re tryin’ to get on my nerves, aren’t you?”