Thread: Milenko & Nixie

Detective Shaun Murphy sat in his black Lexus 4x4, the jeeps windows were blacked out allowing only those inside to see out and those outside unable to see in. Waiting patiently in the BBC Car park as he watched Rebecca on a portable TV. Shaun had been keeping tabs on Rebecca for a long time, she had been asking question that people shouldnt ask and trying her best to get information the Government deemed secret. Shaun was around 6'4 tall with a strong build. His head was shaven and he sported a tidy dark brown goatee beard. His dark brown eyes were hidden behind a pair of black shades. Dressed simply in a black overcoat, black suit with a white shirt and red tie, black leather gloves clad his hands and black patented leather shoes clad his feet. Under his suit jacket a holster hed his Cop issue 9mm Glock Pistol. Times had changed and now all cops were armed, the average police officer now looked like a soldier, with body armour, helmets and Machine Guns. George Searle's phone had been tapped and his meeting with Rebecca was for Shaun to investigate. George colleges were aware of his relationship with Rebecca and had started to get pissed off with George. As Rebecca made her way to her car Shaun watched her like a hawk hidden in his blacked out 4x4. As she drove out the car park Shaun followed her. Keeping his distance to not get her suspicious. As she arrived at the restaurant Shaun parked up on the pavement opposite the window which looked onto George's table. As the two met Shaun lifted a Laser Microphone from the back of his jeep and pointed it towards Rebecca and Shaun. Soon he could hear the convocation clearly as if he was sat at the table next to them. As Rebecca began to flirt with George and attempt to extract information Shaun grinned. What a slag... He muttered to himself in his thick Belfast accent. He continued to listen contently. He had orders to arrest them both if George gave her any information. A Black van sat around the corner filled with Police officers armed with MP5 Sub Machine Guns ready to assault the restaurant and arrest Rebecca and George on Shauns Command. Shaun even had undercover cops in the restaurant posing as customers. Captain Michael White stood outside the main building. He stood with his legs parted and his hands held together behind his back. Standing around 6'4 with a strong build the captain was your typical Army authority figure. Clad as always in a forest camo British army coat which beneath was a khaki shirt, forest camo combat trousers that were tucked into a pair of freshly polished army boots. A green beret sat perfectly on his bald head, his face was freshly shaven and his blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of black shades. Standing beside him was assistant Sergeant Jeffery Dickson, Captain White's ass kissing lap dog. Michael watched as the bus entered the camp and a young woman got of the Bus and walked towards him. He snarled as he began to notice faults in her. What the fuck is this?... a crippled, Jock Bimbo?!... fuck me Dickson what are they doing at HQ... they should just put this lil slut on the street shes no use to me!.. Michael said to Sergeant Dickson while Amy was to far away to hear him. As she got close he looked her over once more and spoke. So your my new guard?... I hope you can manage your duties with one good leg and tits like Jordan!... In his typical fashion he was short sharp and offensive. First impressions were for his superiors not his underlings. Gah.. ah!... Olek cried as he was beaten. He hung from the ceiling of the torture room by his wrists. He hung naked and bloody as two of White's men proceeded to entertain them selfs by using Olek as a human punch bag. Olek was around 6'2 tall and his once strong body had slowly deteriorate but still he looked strong. His hair dark brown was short and messy as was his beard which had grown through neglect. He tried his best to ignore the paint but it was hard to get over a few broken ribs and a bruised lung. The two Soldiers continued to punch Olek. One turned to a nearby table where lots of instruments of torture lay. Lifting a cricket bat the soldier turned to face Olek. Stand aside mate, I wanna give this Polski Cunt a good battering! The Soldier said to his comrade as he took a small run up and swung the cricket bat as if playing cricket. The bat swinging low and crashing into Oleks naked crotch. He screamed in agony before vomiting a mix of bile and blood. The two soldiers laughed and the cricket bat was dropped. O fuck I need a fag, let leave this fucker hanging... One Soldier said to the other as they left the room locking the door behind them leaving Olek hanging bloody and beaten and almost unconscious. He had done nothing to deserve to be in this place nor did his wife, brother and sisters who had all be sent to different camps across the UK. Olek missed them all dearly and wasnt aware if they were still alive. As he hung pain filled his body. His shoulders almost dislocated and his head hanging low as he breathe heavily. The room was cold and goose bumps covered his naked flesh. His genitals bruised and bloody from the cricket bat.