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“Kenson, on your feet. Your bail
has been posted unfortunately. You’re free to go.” The guard unlocked former
officer Kenson’s cell.
“By who?”
“Jenkins.”
The guard was fuming as he
walked the former PPD officer to the front desk. “Here’s your stuff, ass-wipe.”
“Who are you calling ass-wipe,
faggot.”
“You, ass-wipe.”
“I should…” Kenson balled up his
fist and pulled his arm back.
“Go ahead. Take a swing. I’d
love to lock your sorry ass back up.”
Kenson rethought his current
course of action and instead of swinging, dropped his arm, grabbed the envelope
that contained his personal effects and walked out. “Thanks for posting my bail
Captain.”
“I’m no longer a captain.” Jenkins
responded. “Fucking faggot Peters went crying to that faggot-loving
Commissioner and got me fired.”
“Same here, only in my case, the
little Mary went to that sorry excuse of a Deputy Mayor.”
“I know; which is why I posted
your bail. I need your help with a little payback. Let’s go somewhere where we
can talk in private. I have an idea that requires your particular expertise.”
“You got it” Kenson agreed
emphatically. “Whatever it takes to teach that sorry-assed faggot a lesson
he’ll never forget I’ll do.”
“Here’s my idea…”
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