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Humbling Beginnings...
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'To survive is to repeat. To live is to escape.'
-Random hobo in Downtown Vinewood
Date: November 23, 1996
Location: NPD D.R.E. office, Newburg, San Andreas
Officer Donald Remus is a respected police officer. After serving his country in Vietnam, he returned back to his home city, Newburg, San Andreas. Despite being 54, Remus found work in the Newburg Police Department (NPD), specifically the D.R.E. (Drug Response Enforcement) division.
"Are you ready to go, old man?" asks Officer Madison Lowery, a young police woman with large curly hair. "Kid, give me about a minute. I just poured my coffee, " Remus responds.
"Better hurry. Could be missing a crime right now."
"Oh yeah? Just can't wait to go give some parking tickets?"
"Oh, screw you. I'll snatch them dentures AND that toupee-"
"Both of you, calm down. Damnit, it's too early to be doin' allat." says Officer Darren Ward, a tall and slightly overweight African-American policeman, as he walks into the kitchen. Ward created the D.R.E. in an attempt to 'get rid of the city's drug problem'. Instead the unit does better eliminating funds than drugs.
"What the hell are we doing anyways, Ward? Cheif only told me about a special raid." Remus asked.
"We are going to Milton to perform an Operation O.P.E.R.A. seize," says Ward.
"Never been a music guy. What does Opera stand for?" Officer Wade Pulaski, a tall and muscular policeman, asks as he walks into the kitchen.
"Operation to
Prevent and
Eliminate Drug
Related
Activities
No different than other operations. Set up deal, incriminate, and seize. Yall got that?"
No one answers.
"Who pays for this?" Pulaski pipes up.
"The reprobates of Newburg," Ward smiles.
"Alrighty, I got my coffee in my thermos, let's get movin'" Remus says while scratching his thick white beard. "Alright, Lowery and Pulaski take the car, Remus and I will take the SUV," Ward orders. The team grabs radios and leave the station.
Away from the police department and in a worn down apartment, another set of individuals are prepping for an...exchange of goods. "JOHN, YOU BETTER HURRY UP!" yells a male. Jeremiah Hues, a young man in an oversized jacket and a black beanie. "You better just wait now," says another male. John Slater, an African-Canadian man with long dreadlocks and a CANADA beanie. The two men were from a small town in Canada, and they moved to Newburg in order to get in the shady black market for drugs. "Alright, this here is jus good," Slater says, looking at the deal they were about to make. "Hopefully, this will help us, we are behind on rent again," Jeremiah said. "Trust me, bud. This will give us more money than we could ask for...I could probably get a Schyster. "Ain't no one gonna sell you a Schyster. You the ONLY person I onow with a 230 credit score." Jeremiah laughes.
"And you're the ONLY person I know with every catchable and non catchable STD."
"Ay, chill out sayin' that."
"Gotta remind you."
The two men sit and wait for their buyers to arrive.
In the police car with Remus and Ward
"What exactly are we boutta do, sir?" Remus asks Ward.
"We are about to catch two druggies with their pants down"
"And if they are to not corporate?"
"Make them."
The two men are interrupted by the police scanner.
**Officer Ward, Pulaski and I are in position, over,**
Officer Lowery crackles through on the other end. "Remus, this is what I need ya to do; go with those two, stand outside, and keep watch." Ward says as he logs onto his police computer.
"Ight doesn't sound to bad." Remus smiles, looking at Ward. Ward turns to look at Remus with an uncertain smile.
"Yeah, fo sho. Best get it moving now."
Mission: Follow Lowery and Pulaski.
Remus gets out of the SUV and joines Pulaski and Lowery. "Ok, old man, just hide until something goes bad. Pulaski and I will handle the exchange." Officer Lowery explains as she gets ready to knock on the door. Remus nods and heads to the front of the apartment, out of sight. Lowery reaches to knock on the door.
*BANG BANG BANG*
Jeremiah and Slater both look up at the sound of the door.
"Alright... already now, they're here," Slater says, looking at Jeremiah. "Alright, I'll deal this, you be backup." Jeremiah says. "Needa find somewheres to hide" Slater looks around.
*BANG BANG BANG*
"KITCHEN!" Jeremiah whisper yells. Slater heads to the kitchen. "John!" Jeremiah quietly yells, "If you hear a fight, help. Any shots fired, just run." Slater looks at Jeremiah before the door gets busted down, he quickly ducks into the corridor.
Jeremiah stares as Officers Lowery and Pulaski stand at the door.
"It was already like that." Lowery states as she walks in. "Did you just break my door?" Jeremiah asks. Lowery stares at Jeremiah.
"You got the stuff?"
"You got the money?"
Officer Pulaski pulls out a case of money.
"I have to check if it is real," Jeremiah says as he reaches for the money. Lowery pushes the case away from Jeremiah. "And waste our time?" her voice getting loud. "Yeah, let's cut to it. Give us our benzodiazepine alprazolam" Pulaski loudly orders. "What?" Jeremiah asks. "You guys are weird, deal's off" Jeremiah reaches for the bag.
"NEWBURG POLICE, YOU MOVE YOU DIE!!" Yells officer Lowery. Slater hears this and panics.
"Shit."
"Did you have to say all that, Pulaski?" asks Officer Lowery as she aims her gun at Jeremiah.
"I got nervous," Pulaski responds, holding his pistol up to Jeremiah as well.
Lowery leans into Jeremiah, "Who else is here with you?"
"No one, pig," Jeremiah spits.
"And why don't I believe that, ay?" Lowery interrogates as she steps closer.
"Trust me, there is no one else here," Jeremiah hesitantly whispers. Lowery looks towards the kitchen and makes her way over to it. Jeremiah panics, "You don't want to go in there." Lowery turns around, "Why?"
"Because we have a mold problem."
"Your breath has a mold problem" Lowery turns back to walk to the kitchen. Jeremiah panics more, "PUTAIN, COURS JUSTE FRÉRE," he yells. Pulaski flinches, "SHUT UP, YOU DAMN-"
*BANG!!!*
The room falls silent. John's blood runs cold as he hears what sounds like a gunshot. Jeremiah falls to the ground in pain, "Do NOT speak French near ME!" Lowery yells. Jeremiah holds onto his shoulder where the bullet entered his body, blood runs down.
Outside. Remus hears the gunshot. He decides to radio Lowery.
**Officer Lowery, what was that?**
**Nothing, just stay outside and keep watch.**
Inside the apartment. John sees the side exit and quietly runs out the door. Once outside, he runs through the lawn and runs into Remus. After the two collide, Remus looks at Slater.
"Hey!"
He starts reaching for his gun. Slater looks at Remus for a second, gets up quickly, and starts running fast through the alleyways. Remus begins to pursue Slater, he grabs out his radio.
**This is Officer Remus, I am chasing down a suspect at the moment. Heading eastbound. Ward is taking a nap.**
Lowery's radio goes off. Officer Lowery looks at Pulaski and then back to Jeremiah on the floor. "I thought you said you were all alone. You lied to the damn police!" Lowery yells as she kickes Jeremiah. Officer Ward walks into the apartment and sees Jeremiah on the floor covered in blood gushing from his shoulder.
"Good Lord. What the hell happened here? I wanted a criminal, not a 419. Damnit, you two head back to the station, I got it from here." Ward orders Lowery and Pulaski. The two officers look at each other and start for the door. Lowery turns around. "What about Remus? Should we go search for him or..." "Remus? Ha, he is a lone cop in downtown Newburg. He'll be dead or on the black market before the sun comes up." Ward laughs as he walks into the building. Lowery turns around and gets in the police car with Pulaski and drives off.
Ward looks at Jeremiah, "Let's get you patched up, kid." He sits Jeremiah down and cleans up his wound while putting a bandage wrap on it. "What are you doing selling drugs, boy?" Ward asks Jeremiah. "Me and my friend just need the money," Jeremiah tells Ward. "Fair enough reason. Is this yalls money?" Ward asks as he points at a large jar of money.
"Yeah, we are trying to survive out here, you know?" Jeremiah tells Ward. "Oh, I understand. What's your name, son?" Ward asks.
"Jeremiah Hues."
"Well, Jeremiah, let's get you going."
Ward begins to guide Jeremiah to the door. He stops and puts a cuff on Jeremiah's hand. Ward then attaches the other cuff to a pole. "Hey! What are you doing?" Jeremiah asks, tugging. Ward walks back to the table and grabs the large jar of money.
"Son, you drug dealers are the bottom barrel of criminals. Also I need a drink tonight so I'm going to need this money here." Ward laughs.
"WHAT, that's our rent money," Jeremiah yells.
"This? haha, this is drug money, son." Ward laughs and he starts to light up a cigarette.
"So, just sit here and warm up, ay? You look...burned out," Ward says as he tosses his cigarette into a pile of sheets next to Jeremiah, causing them to catch on fire. Ward leaves the apartment and heads to the police station. Soon the apartment goes up in tall flames. Jeremiah sees the fire surrounding him and accepts his demise as the fire engulfs the entire building.
"HEY, STOP!" Remus yells as he chases Slater through alleyways.
"Alright, just gotta keep up with him," Remus says mentally. The two make a sharp turn into another alleyway that has a bag on top of a tin garbage can. Slater accidentally runs into the trash can causing the large plastic bag to be knocked into a steep drop-off heading to the freeway. Slater falls over with the trashcan onto the alleyway ground.
The bag falls onto the road and is then hit by a semi truck. It explodes as white powder spread around the truck.
In the truck. "Yo Mike. You see that? We just hit a bag." says the passenger in the truck. "That bag must've been full of flour," says the elderly truck driver. "Hol on Mike, I...I feel funny," the passenger laughs.
Soon, Remus catches up with slater, who is on the ground
Remus pants, out of breath. "Ok son jus, *WHEEZE*, give me a moment." Slater stares at Remus. He sees a gray Bravado Buffalo pulling up behind him. Remus hears the car and turns to see it. Soon, 3 gang members step out of the car with gray masks on. The gangsters hold their guns at Remus and Slater. A tall and muscular African-American man with thick dreadlocks steps out of the driver door and approaches the two men.
"You stupid damn canucks, yall done wasted $200k worth of powder!" Yells the man.
"Canuck? Son I'm from Algonquin, show some respect. And who the hell are you?" asks Remus.
"My name is the goddamn KING, thats all you need to know" the man yells.
"Ok, Mr. King, I'm officer Donald Remus, and I am with the Newburg Police Department. Im going to need yall to drop yo weapons." Remus explains, flashing his badge. The man singles for the gangsters to knock out the two. The gangsters knock the two out with the butts of their guns. "Good, now get them in the car."
The gangsters loaded the unconscious men into the car and drives away.
**Attention all Milton borough fire units, we have a report of a burning building in Northdyke. Police are reporting a deceased body in the premises. Respond or whatever**
Mission Passed!
Respect +