Byrd Man
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Inspector Ed Smith
LHPD Badge No. 778
LHPD Badge No. 778
Little Ulster
Little Ulster, the Irish burg of Lost Haven. Turf for the McCreery Family, one of the Haven's five organized crime syndicates. While the Zano's specialize in money laundering, smuggling, and prostitution, the McCreery's are strong arm men, making their money off protection rackets and the drug trade.
Francis McCreery is the clan's leader, he's dumb as a rock and fat as a cow. In his sixty years on the planet, he has never done a decent thing for anyone other than himself. If I could, I'd put a bullet between his eyes. It's all I can do to sit across from him in his family owned pub.
"So, the Zano's want to talk to me?" He says in his slight Irish brogue. As a second generation immigrant, he's picked it up from his parents.
"That's correct. They sent me here as a peace offering. I understand the bad blood between your families. The war 10 years ago took your oldest son and Zano's youngest. The Zano's wish to put that to an end and work with your family."
"What's in it for us?" He says as his wife brings him a plate of chopped up meat only an Irishman would like.
"The Zano's are highly influential, as you can see by who they chose to serve as a message boy. They'll work with the local politicans and police to get them off your back and help you in your drug trade."
"What will he have to do?" McCreery says as he shovels the food into his mouth.
"The Zano's are in need of some muscle. They need help with unruly customers at their ****ehouses and maybe a few protection rackets. I'll let you two has out the details at the meeting tomorrow."
"I assume you'll be coming?"
"Yes. Me and my two officers will be there to make sure things don't get out of hand."
"Aww. My heart ****ing feels for you. I don't understand you, Smith. You're a goddamn hero cop, but yet you're as dirty as my ****e of a daughter."
"I'm not dirty." I say with a scowl.
"I just tolerate scum like you because I see you as a nessecary evil. If you don't control Lost Haven's rackets, someone else will. I know you, I have files on you. I know how to manipulate you and pull your strings. Not just you, but all of you dumb criminals. You think you control this town, but you don't. I snap my fingers and you get twenty years and get knifed in jail. Remember that next time you call me dirty."
I grab McCreery by his collar with one hand, and grab a pile of the sheppards pie with my free hand and shove it into his mouth.
"Eat up, slimeball. Hearts and kidneys are good for the body."
I push out from the table and stand up while he chokes on his food. I'm out of the pub and into the backseat of the unmarked car with the Eckling twins up front.
"I'm done here, boys."
"Actually, sir. We picked up something on the scanner. You're needed at the SDS contaiment facility. Apparently there's a prison break. All those super-powered crazies rioting." Mike says.
I nod at Mike and reach over Ike and grab the scanner's mic.
"Central, this is Six-Adam-One. Send out an all priority alert to all SWAT members. Meet at Central and converge at the SDC CF. This is on direct orders from Deputy Chief Smith."
"10-4" The dispatcher sqwaks. I put the mic back and motion forward with my hand.
"Let's roll, boys. Looks like we've got a super-riot on our hands."