Criminal wars (Pg-13) P.K. X Price (IC)

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Sherry pulled her gloves on before looking back towards her door. "Of coarse." She responded before she approached, appearing in the doorway. She was wearing something almost just as fancy as when they first met but there was no smile playing across her lips. "It wouldn't do to be late." Mitch was so close now. She licked her lips a small smirk gracing her features, but it wasn't inviting. "I wounder if he'll remember me." She placing the matching hat on her head and ducked past Boyd with a very soft chuckle.

It was hard to fathom where she'd even gotten the outfit, but just like before she wore it well and it seemed natural for her to wear such a thing, just as much as it was for her to wear a hoody and jeans. The pair of black pants fit tightly around her hips and featured a short half skit on one side and were lose enough not to hamper her movement in the slightest. She wore a long sleeved black blouse that was just as plain but nice fitting, a pair of black gloves and a matching black Fedora. Her hip-long blonde hair was flowing down her back freely as her amber eyes peered out from under the shadow of the fedora.

If it was anyone else they might mistake for a dress to impress, but that wasn't the case for Sherry. She had a thing for trying different outfits once out of the cell. And it helped get into a role when she was out in the city. After all, this was a reunion... a tragic one... for one side. She might as well play the part right.

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The detective nodded as Sherry moved past him; the detective and the killer, a formidable duo. He said nothing in response to her question, whether that was out of not knowing or simply not caring was yet to be determined. Boyd followed Sherry out of the apartment, matching her stride for stride as they descended the stairs. If it came to it, this wouldn't be the first time he had shot a suspect; but this was certainly the first time that he had planned to do so from the outset. There would be no chance to surrender for Mr. Mitch. His life would be extinguished, hopefully before he even had a chance to speak. Blood would splatter the streets, and the game world would be better for it.

"If you get the choice," he started as the pair entered his car. "Do try to aim for the head or at least the kill shot. We do not need the department asking why an excess number of shots was fired. It will look suspicious, an obviously planned death," he said cooly. From his demeanor, the detective seemed almost as icy as his killer counterpart. He did not seem to have any qualms about what they were about to do. He seemed totally at peace with it, either detached from the act or worse yet, simply apathetic. Perhaps that was another part of him that Sherry had misjudged. He shifted the gear into reverse and backed out of the driveway. With another shift, they were away and on their mission.

[P.K.]

Sherry set back in the seat. "Don't worry so much. By the time I'm done it will look like an accident." She told him as they backed out. "All I have to do is get into position before he dose." The sooner they got there the better.

When they Arrived Sherry slipped out of the car, melting into a shadow at the side of the street as she took in the sight. there was some members of the force here though in low disguises as to not stand out to much and give themselves away to Mitch, all ready to go. but they didn't seem to notice her. "I'll go on ahead, I have a feeling he'll be here soon." She told Boyed with a faint smile as she pointed up, she was sure he could figure it out, before she'd slip into an alleyway. The trick now would be disposing of the kid killer with out doing so in front of the rest of the force. Of coarse, she could always pull off a distraught mother if she had to.

She found a fire escape and leaped onto the ladder quickly scaling up to the rooftops to scout from. No one ever looked up, So it was the perfect place to watch from. This alleyway had at least three openings, but the place most likely to find Mitch was in the dead center where screams wouldn't carry far to the outside. Sherry blended into the night. She dropped down onto the landing of another fire escape and crept down further, her black outfit blending into the shadows around her as she eyed all three entrances.

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Try not to worry? Right. "Yes, an accident. A miraculously convenient not to mention clumsy accident from a killer whose moves have been nearly perfect to this point. That won't seem suspicious at all," Boyd said, his voice oozing with sarcasm. The excitement that Sherry exuded should have concerned the detective greatly, perhaps enough to call off their arrangement altogether. Instead he simply had a callous, apathetic demeanor about him. So long as the job was done, Sherry could perform the deed while laughing hysterically for all he cared.

Boyd surveyed the landscape, quickly spotting several undercover officers blending in as citizens. The detective moved across to a building adjacent to the alleyway, headed up six flights of stairs before finding a window sill. Across from him, perched on the fire escape several stories down was his partner. Now they would play the waiting game until the target showed up. Boyd drew his weapon, running his hand over the top of the barrel as if he were petting it. "Come on you bastard..."

[P.K.]

Sherry chuckled. "Even the most seasoned make slip ups." She remained him. "How do you think you got me here?"

She perched quietly as she looked over the lay of the alleyway. There was of coarse the usually scraps of trash, Stacks of boxes from the west side entrance , a dumpster from the North side entrance and open fence from the south entrance. The fence itself was mostly intact accept the gate was missing but all of this helped obscure the view into the center, not perfectly but enough that most uncaring passerby wouldn't notice anything.

Old pipes stuck from the buildings, Debris from the rooftops and discarded odds and ends laid scattered around the ground. There were no lights back here, but just enough of the glow from the streets to make it possible, after adjusting to the darkness, to navigate. There were plenty of things around here she could make it look like an accident. The only problem then was no killing the killer in front of the child. She could make him run and follow him out of the alleyway. If it wasn't for Boyd she wouldn't be worrying so much.

But... she didn't want a child to end up like herself and killing someone in front of him was... probably the best way to do that. She pulled from her pocket a pretty heavy piece of scrap metal and tossed it lightly before catching it. She had it. Likely if the child had any self preservation skills at all he'd flee, leaving Mitch to recover from the hit on his own with her coming down on him, the kid would see nothing and have nothing to say...

Right on Q she could hear the slight scuffle and frantic muffled cries through someone's hand coming down one of the alleyways. She waited silently watching the shadowy figures come in from the south entrance through the open gate in the fence. He had a young boy. Her eyes lit up faintly as she watched the skiny, messy haired man drag the kid further into the allyway coming ever closer to standing right under her perch. She carefully leaned forward gripping her weapon of choice. It would look like any debris that feel from the old buildings from time to time. And with her gloves on there was no advance it was her.

Mitch tried to navigate the child into an easy position to push him down. Just before Mitch could wind the boy the heavy metal piece dropped down smacking into his right shoulder causing the man to cry out. The sound of his pain honestly sent a shudder down her spine as she watched the kid struggle free from his slacked grip, his free flailing arms batting Mitch in the face causing Mitch to shove the kid away trying to stagger back to his feet.

"Your mine now." She murmured slipping through the bars before she dropped forward. The childs back was to them now fleeing down down the North side away from the criminal. "Aww, Guess you'll be singing about the one that got away." Sherry smiled Mitch's startled eyes looked up at her. "Who-" "Hush, I'm here to make good on my Promise and I've got no more words to spare." Mitch's eyes winded even more at the mention of the promise. He tried to shout, a Name but Sherry's hand shot out as she moved forward with incredible speed, grabbing the back of his head with one hand while her other crossed over herself reaching into his coat pocket where she found the pocket knife.

"It was nice seeing you again, Mitch." She moved past him Flipping the knife open as she kicked his food out form under him. He gasped as he fell onto her arm, the momentum of her tripping him and pushing him forward making the knife easily slip into his gut before she released him dropping him right onto the pavement where the knife was forced even deeper. she stared down at him for a moment as he twitched, gasping for air as one hand clutched at the knife in his chest.

She didn't have long to gloat, she could hear shouts from the officers on watch near the entrance where the boy had run out. She moved away into the shadows. peeling her gloves off so they were inside out before stuffing them into a pocket to avoid getting blood smeared on places she didn't want it. She moved to a window ledge just below the fire escape she'd come from and began to free climb up the building leaping to catch a hold of the fire escape just as the police were coming upon the child killer taking his last breaths.

She turned to make her way higher, her eyes glancing over the faces of the police officers, only briefly but she paused upon a cretin face for a moment. It.. struck her as familier... Very familiar... She frowned for a moment before realizing they were shining their lights around and quickly ducked back making her way back to the roof tops where she would start to head back to the car.

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William had spotted the child running from the Allyway sobbing. His partner had caught hold of the child as him and another two officers started into the alleyway, it was fortunate that one of the other officers had been checking around the stationed units. He was radioing in the others to tell them to guard the other entrances. But what they came across there wasn't a need. "What the hell?"

William crouched down using his flashlight to inspect the killer as he twitched. "He's still alive, but only just..." William said. "That kid couldn't have done this." The officers murmured before they carefully rolled the dying man over and started trying to asses the damage, only it was to late. "It looks like he might have tripped and fallen on his blade." William observed while his companion started peering up and around the alleyway.

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How did he think that he had gotten her here? There were many reasons racing through his head, none of which Sherry would have liked, and quite a few that would provoked her into leaving on the spot. Before he could say anything though, she had gone. Knowing that Sherry was out of earshot, the detective gave his rebuttal if only to himself. "Because I am superior to you," he said rather coldly.

From his vantage point in the alleyway building, he watched as the murderer appeared dragging a child behind. It took every fiber of self restraint for him to not empty an entire clip into the man's skull. He would have even settled for one clean shot. It wasn't often he felt this way about the criminals he brought to justice, but when the crime helpless children...well, it was only human he supposed. Instead of getting the satisfaction for himself, he had to let his criminal counterpart have the fun of killing the bastard. All he could do is watch and dream sweetly of the moment for the night's to come.

The encounter itself was of course quite the spectacle from Boyd's perspective. He hadn't expected anything less from Sherry, perhaps the most theatrical person he had ever met. He only hoped that she didn't go overboard and get herself caught. Then again, he knew she was no amateur, so that was unlikely. He frowned inwardly for allowing such a stupid thought to enter his brain even just passingly. He returned his attention to the matter at hand, rolling his eyes as Sherry taunted her victim. It was personal for her, he understood that, but did she have to be so predictably cliche about it?

It was time for the detective to make his escape as well. He had said that he would meet the officers at the alleyway, but he couldn't afford to look like he had witnessed anything. Certainly being found in his current position would seem rather suspicious. He knew where all the CCTV cameras in the city were, and was careful to avoid them. Luckily for him, he didn't need to make it passed the perimeter that William was setting up. That was Sherry's problem, if such a trivial obstacle for someone of her caliber could even be called a problem to begin with. It took a bit of backtracking, but he emerged onto the scene not too long after William arrived.

"Tripping on his own blade, you say?" Detective Buchanan said. "Is that your official hypothesis or simply a verbalized stray thought? Know that my opinion of your skill is going to change based on your answer."

The officers did an about face, looking at Boyd with that mixture of disdain, wonder, and jealousy that he had come to expect. Boyd walked over to the fresh body, giving no indication that he had seen it before. "Knife protrudes through the abdomen and into the chest. The angle and trajectory make a fatal accident completely impossible. Motives...gang violence? No, too clean. Vigilante justice? Far more likely, but no sign of an attacker within our immediate vicinity leaves us without suspect. So, just how does a ghost murder a serial killer?"

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William looked up as Boyd made his appearance, chewing on his lip for a moment in thought. "Just a stray thought." he said finely. He looked back to the dead man and at his chest as Boyd spoke. "The only way someone else could have gotten in let alone gotten out is through the escapes." William said standing and pointing his flashlights to the side of the buildings the illuminate the rusted fire escapes clinging to the sides of the buildings. "but none of the ladders are down. Meaning they would have to be an extremely good climber."

"And extremely fast two." The other officer grumbled. William nodded before turning to Boyd. "The only other option is that the kid did it..." He answered honestly. "But that seems like a slim chance to me."

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The detective simply ignored William for the most part, instead studying the scene carefully as he had done many times in the past. No one could possibly suspect that this time was different though- that this time, he already had the answers. After William had finished speaking, Boyd turned to face him. "It seems rather obvious to me that your silly two-block perimeter will never materialize in time to catch the suspect. I suspect the killer is already breaching past its reach as we speak." Boyd put a finger to his chin and began to ponder for a moment. "If you really cared about who killed this psychopath, first talk to the child. He will be the only one who could possibly provide a description of our suspect. Check nearby buildings for clues. Look for prints, bloodstains from scrapes suffered during the struggle, anything to provide possible context."

"Should you find anything substantial for me to go on, I will be in my study going over cases of actual importance. I would rather send this perpetrator a fruit basket than a prison sentence," the detective said casually as he turned his back to leave the scene. "Happy hunting," he said over his shoulder. With that, he left the scene and headed back home to his good dog.

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William gave a deep sigh at Boyd's words while the Cop behind him had to bite his tounge to keep himself from saying something rash, but it didn't stop him from muttering harshly when the detective was out of ear shot. William looked back up the side of the building. Boyd had all but ignored what he'd said, Like he'd side stepped the whole proposal. However it was just Boyd, one of the best detectives and the most callus towards.... well anyone... William sighed again leaving the other cop to tend to the body while he went to inform the units of what had transpired, what needed done and to console and questions the child.

Meanwhile, Sherry had made good time. Along the way she'd shed her cloths which she'd murdered Mitch in and stole into the home of a well off noble selecting an outfit that met her fancy and slipping into them. She waited no time in making it back to the house where she would begin to dispose of her incriminating clothing to erase its very exsistance. If they did find hide of hair of it around the area they would never be able to match it to something she had. Not that they would find her anyways.

She was just finishing up with all her work when Boyd was returning. She dusted off her hands before sitting down in her room to relax after a night of hard work.

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It was a short drive home from the scene for the detective, a short but silent drive. The quiet was a welcome change from the drmatic excitement of the past few hours. It also gave Boyd a chance for reflection, a chance for it all to sink in. He had finally closed his case file on the most notorious serial killer in recent memory. He had been after the son of a bitch for over a year, by far the longest active case of his career. Now it was over, just over. The closure was gratifying, watching Sherry kill the bastard gave him a little high, but now it was simply finished. The detective was not sure what to do with himself without this case. The first thing, he supposed, would be to down a bottle of scotch. After all this time, he had certainly earned it.

The car pulled into the lot and parked. The detective ascended up the small staircase to the first floor and headed to Sherry's apartment through the open doorway. There he spotted his pet killer sitting on her sofa. "Well done tonight...." his compliment was genuine until- "...dog." Boyd left her there and disappeared for several minutes, presumably to his own apartment. Sherry was left alone only to return with two shot glasses and a bottle of scotch. He wore a wry smirk.

"Well then," he began. The shot glasses clinked as he sat them down on the coffee table as he sat down next to Sherry and looked her in the eyes. "Shall we celebrate?" He said, popping open the scotch.