#kyston

"I'll shoot you."

"She'll shoot you."

His head is swimming; it's painfully light and throbbing as he gasps and tries to recover from how the crazy red-haired bitch in front of him had brought her pistol down on the back of his skull only seconds ago.

But really, Jude can't even begin to comprehend what's going on, but he isn't so out of it that he misses how they're both in police uniforms.

'Since when are cops allowed to corner a pedestrian in an alleyway and assault them?' Taking small, deep breaths and trying hard to concentrate, the dealer blinks wearily upwards from where he's slid down against the wall. He's instantly met with too-blue irises and an amused smile. "C'mon now. You're okay. Officer Bloodgood barely used any force. Consider yourself lucky."

Jude snarls, still dazed and oblivious to how bad of a situation he's in. "Fuck you."

"Talk to him like that again and you'll be dead." The male cop is shoved out of the way and he's met with emerald green optics, the smirk that plays on this woman's pale face the very definition of cruel as she presses the barrel of the gun to his jaw. "Now you're going to be a good boy and--"

"--answer as. Truthfully."

"What kind of cops are you? Is this some kind of good cop and bad cop bullshit?"

The man laughs, shaking his head and grinning. "Oh, hell no."

"We're both terrible cops. If you--"

"--couldn't already tell, Julian."

"What, you two know my na--"

The woman cuts in, again, grin Cheshire-esque. "Of course we do, we already--"