GammyWamzee
Clown
The rain that pattered against the back of Raye's neck was nothing new as he strolled through the damp streets with his hand in his pocket, contemplating everything that had brought him into this position in life. It was the horror he had witnessed, and the disability he had gained. Why hadn't he simply just stayed in retirement? Truly from his own desire just to laze on through life in his 30s drinking alcohol and watching old movies rather than fighting crime. Though he was asked to come back on board despite all of his problems.
It's not as though he had anywhere else to go. No husband, wife, children, parents, or aunts or uncles to speak of, he was a dead end if he died- he didn't even have a life insurance policy out on himself. He didn't care what his funeral ended up being, and he knew if he died it would already be covered by the state. He didn't care, simply a leaf floating out in the wind.
So he quietly came out of retirement and continued his research on the Chinese Triad Mob, which had seemed to have started making some bold moves, dangerous ones, which had brought him an email from Chief of Police, Joseph McKainey.
The new boss of The Chinese Triad was unknown, never had shown his face, so now, Raye was the one that had to get inside, or get a bug inside. All they had to do was get a face to a name and this shadow leader would be for the wolves.
Raye had barely spared a glance towards a colleague of his, Mason Noel, who had taken over the investigation after his retirement. The air was saturated with the smell of cigar and cigarette smoke. "Long island please," he requested from the bartender as he pulled out his own cigarette case and lit one before placing it between his lips.
Now all he had to do was wait. Mason had informed him that he believed a member of the Triad frequented this bar, boisterous, flippant type. So it would only be a matter of waiting to see if this suspect is actually who he seemed to be.
It's not as though he had anywhere else to go. No husband, wife, children, parents, or aunts or uncles to speak of, he was a dead end if he died- he didn't even have a life insurance policy out on himself. He didn't care what his funeral ended up being, and he knew if he died it would already be covered by the state. He didn't care, simply a leaf floating out in the wind.
So he quietly came out of retirement and continued his research on the Chinese Triad Mob, which had seemed to have started making some bold moves, dangerous ones, which had brought him an email from Chief of Police, Joseph McKainey.
The new boss of The Chinese Triad was unknown, never had shown his face, so now, Raye was the one that had to get inside, or get a bug inside. All they had to do was get a face to a name and this shadow leader would be for the wolves.
Raye had barely spared a glance towards a colleague of his, Mason Noel, who had taken over the investigation after his retirement. The air was saturated with the smell of cigar and cigarette smoke. "Long island please," he requested from the bartender as he pulled out his own cigarette case and lit one before placing it between his lips.
Now all he had to do was wait. Mason had informed him that he believed a member of the Triad frequented this bar, boisterous, flippant type. So it would only be a matter of waiting to see if this suspect is actually who he seemed to be.
