the untouchables
@manicpanicdream
jesse wakeland strides into the police station like an arrow shot from a bow, all straight lines and pointed edges, sharp and cutting and out for bloodshed, his brow dark and furrowed, his fists clenched and held, his mind already on the next five tasks he intends to carry out. he is already a hunter, already a precision shooter, here to present himself like a blade to the law enforcement of this city, both to make them stronger and more powerful while also slicing through the bullshit they seem to be encumbered with. he knows it’s not a perfect system, but he’s here to highlight the urgencies, he’s here to shape up the troops, he’s here to catch their uncatchable criminals, called in as the best of the best, several favors being cashed in for him to come out here.
and within the first week of his arrival, he makes his presence known, striking the heart of the target and watching the ripples cascade out around him, he takes control of the city’s worst nightmare profiles with both hands and more boldness than his fellow officers had been expecting from him. he’s not just another suit dropping in from the government, he’s not here to look pretty on camera and shake hands with a few bureaucrats before disappearing back into the night; he’s here to re-establish the system, to drain it of its dredges, to kick-start its blood-flow once again. he’s here to make a difference, and if that means cleaning the place up before he can focus on the primary reason he’s here, he’s not afraid of getting his hands dirty.
there’s a cop-killer on the streets, rumors of someone knocking down police and gangbangers alike, as though these men are just pawns on a board-game of a much larger scale, as though these men are silly and trivial and not armed to the teeth, not lethal to a fault, not covered in dangerous calamity. someone’s taking them out of the world without a motive and without a trace. he sets up a hotline for anyone who might know something about it, guessing that the public has a tendency to understand more than police officers often give them credit for, and announces it across several television stations, hoping the whispers of this person’s identity will leak in somehow.
they have to have someone in their life, someone who knows them, someone who’s seen something. there’s dirt here and he’s going to dig through it.