Ziggy455 Posted August 30, 2010 Share Posted August 30, 2010 (edited) The Officier Jerry sat in his mahogany encrusted office. Eleven O’ clock he thought, maybe his wife of twenty nine years wasn’t bent over their dining room table, getting punched up the skirt by the unnecessary pool boy. It was something he’d grown accustomed to in the last few months, pretending not to notice the two eyeing each other up every warm Sunday morning while he did his Tai Chi, why did he do Tai Chi in the first place? His private instructor said it was to reduce stress. Reducing stress was easy nowadays for Jerry, all it took was half a bottle of scotch, a cigar and a count of his bank account he’d decided not to joint all those years ago. And besides, Lopez the Latina cleaner; infamous for her sexual favours for a couple of extra twenties in her pay check must have been around the office somewhere. He’d spent the whole day doing what any self respecting boss would do; left for lunch, felt up the female employees and retired to his office for the seventh scotch of the day. His thoughts took him back to Penelope Kluis; human resources lady to most. Not three days before, Jerry took his hands too far, angering Miss Kluis, and bringing the attention of a sh*thead well spoken Janitor. Maybe he should have fired the English sh*t, maybe not, he didn’t like people getting in is business, especially not long haired British bastards with an agenda to wipe off the sh*t for the everyday businessmen and women of America. He thought back to his wife as he remembered sex entering his aging mind. Maybe it was time to get some action; by god his wife was a dry old bitch and he needed some Latino-loving. He stood up, the alcohol coursing through his system kicking in with a dizzying punch. Suddenly, Thud! His eyes averted to the darkness which until this moment he had not noticed was surrounding him. Thud, thud, thud... He shook off the noises until his feet took him to the door quickly, his breath heavy from the effort. Thud. Thud Thud. “What is it?” he whispered to himself until suddenly, a force grabbed him from behind, sweeping him backwards and throwing him onto the desk. He was winded and struggling as his fat body was strewn across the mahogany desk. Somebody had thrown him! The figure was shrouded in shadows, the room seemed to be getting dimmer, the only lights visible was a letter reader which was overturned like most of the sh*t on his desk. The figure lifted him up and slammed him down so his fat body thudded forward, his head pressed onto the gin soaked desk; papers flying everywhere. The attacker’s hands stayed gripped on his cheap suit. “Listen, who, who put you up to this!?” the fat pervert yelled hysterically confused, his breath getting heavier. “Listen to me...Did...did...” he composed himself and took a deep gulp, sweat beginning to build up. “Did Leanne put you up to this?” that bitch! If Jerry was going to persuade this man to stop, that god damn gold digger was going to pay. “No.” echoed the cool and calm reply, opposite of the way he’d just acted towards Jerry. “Now, Jerry...” his crisp, British accent strangely friendly with a hint of venom. “What is the average jail time for a sex offender?” he asked calmly, one of his hands quickly moving of Jerry’s back. He panicked. How was he supposed to know? Was it a trick question? “Five.” Replied the attacker calmly, his hand producing something shiny. “Four.” The shiny object clicked. Jerry was sweating...what was this man going to do to him...he had to think...was it more than a ten year stint? Was it less? How precise did he have to be? “Three Jerry...” The object locked, was it a gun!? “Okay, okay...it’s...its three to six years...” he screamed, his breath getting heavier. There was no reply. “Three to six years...” he said again, whispering scared and shocked. The object glinted just in Jerry’s vision. It was a gun. “Time’s running out Jerry, if you don’t answer...” came another reply from the attacker. “Two.” He was calm as he counted, this scared Jerry more. “Look, I don’t know...please! What is this about? Money? You want money? I’ve got tonnes of it, name your price and I’ll sign it off...” he was trying anything now, just to be able to be free. “One, Jerry.” The object flashed. “Maybe raping a little girl and assaulting your workmates was the line you crossed, somehow I doubt it, I wish you all the luck.” The English placed the object to Jerry’s temple. “No, please please please, look It wasn’t like that, how did you know about that? It wasn’t like that it was-“ the gun’s bullet whizzed into the pervert head, piercing flesh and skull and spraying blood over the priceless mahogany desk. “Time’s up Jerry, maybe it’s time to go see your superiors...” said the attacker, placing a memory stick and a letter next to the now profusely bleeding rapist. “Maybe it’s time they all paid...” Edited September 3, 2010 by Ziggy455 Link to comment https://gtaforums.com/topic/458116-the-officier/ Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cashy Posted August 31, 2010 Share Posted August 31, 2010 Nice to see you back, Ziggy It looks like some vigilante-with-a-badge type thing, which (after seeing all the Death Wish films) I'd like too see put in writing. Lets see what else you come up with.. Link to comment https://gtaforums.com/topic/458116-the-officier/#findComment-1060106270 Share on other sites More sharing options...
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