Thread: In The Hearts of Men [Torrid x Rekoj]

Be-doop beep ba doop, doop. The vibrating in his pocket associated with his 8 bit ringtone confirmed that it was his phone ringing in his pocket, and he stopped eating his breakfast to pull it to his ear quickly and answer it, Hello, Damien here. The speaker within the earpiece of the cell phone echoed with the vibrations of the chief's voice, saying the words he'd been hoping he wouldn't hear, Hey Damien... we got a break in the Da Costa case, I'm going to need you to come in early today. Like, come in, now. This... this could be what we've been waiting for. His mind went blank, too many things to feel and worry about now, it was time to shut them out, time for focus. He spoke strongly, as he always did, Got it, Chief. Da Costa, a familiar name... that was the name of the man he knew as Father. Everyone knew him as father, but for him it was a little more personal. Damien had been more the baby of a meth-head mother who was 15 when she had him. The streets were rough on both of them, and she gave it everything she had to get him strong enough to be able to take care of himself when he got old enough. She didn't make it through one particularly cold winter, Damien did. And he never stopped fighting. At 13, Father noticed him fighting off two men who wanted what food he had scrounged from a dumpster. Bleeding and bruised, Damien had clearly won the fight, and was scavenging down food when he was offered what could only be known as paradise. He never took it for granted, but it didn't take him very long to figure out exactly who his new 'Father' was. Mysterious late night appearances from bleeding men, muffled gunshots, shady deals... and yet he could not hate this man, regardless of what he did. He made him who he was, and Damien knew why he had always told him to be a good cop. One day he'd have to be the exact opposite.. he'd like to pretend that day would never come to be. But today was that day, and now Damien was going to go help the Chief with the most important ongoing case they had.. the one to take Father down. He left his breakfast unfinished, stood up and entered the zone in his brain where the only thing that mattered was the case. That was the way it was going to be until he was instructed otherwise, and as he pulled his jacket on and headed for the door... he sprinted down the steps like this case was as important as any other. Because for now, in his mind, the zone he was in... it was. It was just another case. The chief walked to the main lobby and saw her, quickly taking her by the hand and introducing himself to bring her into his office. He locked the door and closed the blinds, peeking out into the chaos of the endless cubicles of the main room to see if he'd notice any eyes looking his way. Thankfully, he saw none. He may have got her into the room without any potentially corrupt officers seeing her face- that would be vital for her safety. He turned around and offered her the comfortable chair on the other side of his desk, there was another empty one seated beside her, but he walked around and sat down in the big chief seat before pulling up to his desk and clearing his throat, scratching his mustache and saying, Hello .. Al... Aloa... Alahanoni, sorry for the brief introduction but it is absolutely vital that you tell me everything you know... as soon as you can, of course, take however much time you need.