Door Kicker never enjoyed Appaloosa. Every thing about it was just unbearable. the hot days, all of the sand, Even the hardened locals adapted to survive in such a goddess forsaken place. Then again the environment should be the last thing to hate. In Door kicker's current position, one may call it freedom. A harsh fist connected with Door Kicker's cheek, and the reality all came back too him.
The grey unicorn remained on the hot asphalt as his assaulter's shadow loomed over him. A crowd of inmates Humans and Ponies alike, had gathered around the courtyard fight, an entertaining relief from the daily survival of prison life.
"Get up you cunt!" The towering brute that was Door Kicker's attacker grabbed Kicker's blue mane and violently yanked Door Kicker back on to his hooves. A jab to the gut only forced Door Kicker back on the ground which was peppered with blood. The fall was met with retaliation however, as Door Kicker sprang back up to face his opponent.
"Hah...Is that the best you got, skin head" Kicker quickly strafed to the right, successfully dodging another fist to his mid area. This only angered the gangster as he charged Door Kicker with the force of a bull.
"I'LL KILL YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!" Door Kicker simply sidestepped and tripped the human in mid charge, causing the Goliath to crash to the asphalt. with no time to spare Kicker quickly tackled the skin head and straddled his mid section issuing a barrage of punches to the inmates head, leaving quite noticeable horse shoe marks on his bulky face.
The crowd cheer on the entertaining performance as the sound of yells and the crunching of bones filled the heated summer day.
"Don't, Fuck" Another pained scream made itself apparent as the Gangster skull caved in.
"With, Me!" Door Kickers assault was suddenly halted as the stinging sensation of 50,000 volts of electricity coerced through his body. Kicker was tackled once more as security guards made their way to the scene.
The sound of struggling filled the hallway, accompanying it was the screeching of a heavy solitary door. Door Kicker was harshly thrown into the brick wall of the cramped room as the thick steel door trapped him in. Door Kicker scrambled to the tiny window as he shouted obscurities at the vacating guards.
"Oh yeah! well you can suck my..." the buzzer of the lock down door at the end of the hall way signified that they were long gone.
"Ugggghhhh... Fuckers..."Door kicker groaned in disappointment and trotted back to the other side of the room where he sat his haunches on a metal bench. a small hole in the wall offered little entertainment while Kicker waited out his confinement.
"Hey Kicks! is that you?" a brown human eye peeked trough the hole. A smile appeared on Kickers bruised face in the fact that he wouldn't suffer twelve hours of solitary alone.
"Yeah Cigs, its me..." Kicker assumed a sitting pose, imitating the way human would slouch against a wall.
"Hey I heard about the fight today in the yard, You got some major balls to be able to take on a giant like billy." Cigs eye disappeared as he went back to resting on the floor. Kicker let out a over exaggerated laugh.
"Hah! Billy aint tough, your just so afraid of him cause your the biggest pussy I've ever met." a middle finger appeared on the other side of the opening, followed by a chuckle from Cigs.
"Fuck you..." Cigs remained on the floor as his bird did the talking. Kicker found humor in Cigs short tempered reaction
"Oh cool it man, I'm just fucking with you." Kicker pulled a silver lighter out of his orange inmate uniform, and continued to ignite its flame with his power limited magic. the blue ring secured to his horn glowed as it prevented him from doing complicated tasks with his magic other than picking up and moving small objects.
"So I assume you whooped billy's ass, right?" the sound of Cigs tapping a tune of the cold concrete floor emanated from the adjacent cell.
"I caved his skull in, but he will probably be alright, he has quite a thick fucking skull" Kicker responded as he used his magic to manipulate the flame molding it into various spires.
"Well shit, looks like Kicks keeps on kicking" another chuckle escaped Kickers lips.
"Man, that was the shittiest joke I've ever heard." the two inmates laughed silently among themselves as they conversed between cells.
"It's times like these, that remind me of my time as an officer in Miami." Kicker closed the lighter as he reveled in his younger days before his life crashed horridly.
"Oh boy, time for another war story from grandpa kicks" Cigs scooted closer to the wall as kicker laughed at how corny he was.
"heh..Shut up, man..."
"So what will it be today? a herring tale about a drug bust gone wrong, or how about a major fire fight that made it on the news all across four counties." Cigs responded as he peeked through the hole.
"Ehh... just a run in with some suspected magic traffickers. You know, the usual"
cite i used for police scanner codes. http://www.policescannercodes.net/
July/7/2017
10:25 PM
Miami, south district.
"Talk about a slow day..."
"Tell me about it" The two on duty officers sat in the dark confinement of their squad car. The orange glow of the scanner radio giving the interior a slight tint. It had been quite a uneventful day for Door Kicker and his Human partner, Daryl Garcia. The only thing occupying the silence was the occasional report coming through the scanner radio.
"who would have believed that the Hood could be so quiet." Daryl broke radio chatter with a long yawn, his arms out stretching but remained trapped to the cramped space of the car.
"Not even a trespassing report. Something aint right here" Door Kicker looked over the dash board to observe his environment. For once the southern Miami housing that lined the road looked quite peaceful, as if the crime was suddenly turned off by some unseen force.
"It's weird, because we are expecting some action from this part of the hood, did every one decide to go to sleep early today?" Daryl responded with another yawn as the police scanner continued its reports. The street was deadly silent, for a gang infested area that usually meant that they were in the middle of western style set up for a gun fight.
"Of all units we get assigned the most boring part of Miami." The silence of the car was shattered as the radio burst to life.
"any units in the area we have a code 3, 415g any units in the area respond to 415g, caution is advised" Kicker grinned at his rookie partner.
"careful what you wish for" Door Kicker picked up the microphone with his magic and responded to the radio call.
"HQ, This is unit twelve, how copy." Kickers partner waited patiently as the radio sent out messages.
"Twelve, this is HQ, 10-49 South west 4th street on 18th Ave we have reports of a 415g in progress involving an unknown amount suspects, caution is advised" The squad car sirens roared to life as it sped out onto the street.
"10-4 HQ Proceeding to 415g" Door Kicker placed the microphone back down as the car swerved in and out of traffic. Door Kickers partner spoke with giddiness in his voice
"Finally, get to see some real action" The car took a sharp turn as it raced through the night time Miami hood.
"Don't get too excited Daryl. Nothing much ever happens on a 415." Kicker held on tightly to the overhead safety bar as they blew through another red light.
"415g, That's a disturbance right?" Kicker nodded as they grew closer to there destination.
"A code 3 gang related disturbance, Caution advised." The car bounced into the air as it ran over a corner.
"Damn it Daryl, your gonna kill some one!" Daryl only laughed as his partner scolded him. The car raced down the cracked pavement until it reached 18th ave. There was another squad car on site, with the two officers standing in the parking lot of a trashed motel.
"Daryl pull up next to that van, i don't wanna get trapped in if we have to chase down some idiot." The Cruiser slowed to a halt next to a white van as Kicker proceeded out of the vehicle. The small motel looked nothing out of ordinary for a Miami hood, but on the inside they were usually packed with stoners and drug dealers.
"Daryl you go talk with the other officers, i'm gonna go look around" Daryl nodded and picked up the microphone.
"Twelve, leaving the vehicle." Daryl got out of the squad car after making the report.
"HQ, 10-4." the radio responded.
Kicker made his way around the right side of the building, checking for any signs of a possible threat. He could clearly hear arguing coming through the run down walls of the motel, as well as some loud banging. He entered a shady ally way, littered with boxes and old furniture. the silence was broken when his radio went off.
"Twelve be advised possible 11-55 in the area. We also have reports of a possible 11300, how copy?" The ally way continued on as Kicker kept his guard up. Kicker removed the gun hold off his holster and continued his patrol.
"HQ this is Twelve, 10-4" As Door Kicker reached the end of the ally way he could hear multiple voices from around the corner. A deep raspy voice could be heard along with shuffling noises accompanied by a running engine
"Hurry up and get the goods loaded on the van, the boss wont be happy if we lose this cut to the Fuzz" Door kicker peaked around the corner and spotted a group of men and ponies caring packages. At closer inspection he spotted five more men all armed with AK-47 assault rifles. In the back of the secluded parking lot sat a red pick up truck, being loaded with the white plastic wrapped packages.
"We only got a few more boxes to go, keep loading em'" Door kicker could see the burly red stallion in the back giving orders to his inferiors. Gang tattoos covered his fore legs and his brown mane was shaved down to a stubble.
Kicker quietly backed away from the corner as his quiet tip toe turned into a fast jog as he made his way back to the front parking lot. another police cruiser had arrived on scene, the group of blue clad humans and ponies conversed in the parking lot along with Daryl.
"Every one we got armed suspects in the back they look like they are about to leave and take some narcotics with them!" Door Kicker popped the trunk of his cruiser and used his magic to arm himself with an M4A1 assault rifle. The for other officers quickly did the same while Daryl radioed the HQ.
"HQ we have multiple armed suspects on scene, Code Purple, send back up over." Daryl's radio buzzed as the dispatcher responded.
"10-4, sending police back up and SWAT, ETA ten minutes." Kicker zipped up his Kevlar vest and strapped on his ballistics helmet.
"Daryl we can't wait that long, these guys are getting ready to book it out off here." Daryl nodded and got back into the squad car.
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