03-07-2014, 08:03 PM
Officer Konstantinov grinned as he clicked the handcuffs shut on Peter's wrists. Not only did he get the bust he was hoping for, but it meant he had won the bet with his partner, Officer Sokolov, who sat in a nearby alley in an unmarked car. At the signal from Konstantinov, he turned over the engine and flicked on the headlights, and a moment later had the car parked at the curb in front of Peter and Konstantinov.
Neither officer was interested in spending any more time then they needed to on the street, and as soon as the car had pulled up, Peter was slammed against it's side and quickly frisked for weapons. His cellphone was confiscated as well, and then Konstantinov pulled the door to the back seat open and forced Peter in, although kind enough to make sure he didn't crack his head on the frame, before joining him. Sitting in the back with Peter, he could better keep an eye on the dealer, while Sokolov focused on driving back to the precinct.
"You know kid, you're in luck. My partner and I. We like being police. So much so, that we want to be promoted. You're a small fry, right? So it isn't you we want."
They were done getting the bottom rungs of the ladder. They wanted something more. The boss, for instance. Peter worked for someone. Someone who was in charge of production, distribution. The tip of the pyramid.
Sokolov glanced at Peter in the rear view mirror and grinned a predatory grin; all teeth, no warmth. He clearly expected Peter to be more afraid of his boss then of them, and that always led to the most interesting trips to the interrogation room with the broken camera.
Neither officer was interested in spending any more time then they needed to on the street, and as soon as the car had pulled up, Peter was slammed against it's side and quickly frisked for weapons. His cellphone was confiscated as well, and then Konstantinov pulled the door to the back seat open and forced Peter in, although kind enough to make sure he didn't crack his head on the frame, before joining him. Sitting in the back with Peter, he could better keep an eye on the dealer, while Sokolov focused on driving back to the precinct.
"You know kid, you're in luck. My partner and I. We like being police. So much so, that we want to be promoted. You're a small fry, right? So it isn't you we want."
They were done getting the bottom rungs of the ladder. They wanted something more. The boss, for instance. Peter worked for someone. Someone who was in charge of production, distribution. The tip of the pyramid.
Sokolov glanced at Peter in the rear view mirror and grinned a predatory grin; all teeth, no warmth. He clearly expected Peter to be more afraid of his boss then of them, and that always led to the most interesting trips to the interrogation room with the broken camera.