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---4:37 am---
Waiting in a dark warehouse was NOT Keith's idea of a good time. It was cold, musky and smelled of abandoned trash.... and maybe the $5,000,000 worth of an assortment of drugs he currently had in his possession. He was waiting for his go-to and pretty trustworthy buyer to arrive and make the exchange. However, they were supposed to meet around 4:00 am, which was 37 minutes prior and causing Keith to grow anxious.
Where the hell is he? Normally they're right on time. They better not be standing me up for the first time! The young man thought while nervously tapping his foot and growled as he checked his phone. He got a notification from an unknown number, he unlocked it and read the message.
Unknown 4:40 am: Running late.
With an agitated groan, Keith shoved his phone back into his pocket and kept a keen eye out for his client. A few more minutes passed and he heard the familiar hum of a car pull up next to the warehouse and the opening and shutting of a large metal door. He peered into the darkness to see more than one figure approach him. None of which were his supposed buyer.
"Where are they." One of the gruff voices spoke, demanding more than asking the Korean dealer under the dim lighting of the warehouse, hiding his face.
Keith looked all four of the newcomers up and down and rolled his eyes, "Uhm, excuse me if I'm wrong, but none of you should be here. I have no clue what you're talking about."
The leader, as he perceived to be, snapped his fingers and two of the smaller henchman began searching the vicinity. The larger remaining one cracked his knuckles and looked towards Keith with hostility in his piercing gaze.
"I'll ask again, Keith, Where is it. I'd like to clean this up quickly and leave. Or are we going to have trouble?" replied the unknown man.
The two henchmen came into view holding the large bags of valuable narcotics, "We got 'em, boss." The lead man smirked and shook his head, "Well then. That was easier than anticipated; I thought you'd put up more of a fight, Kogane! But we oughta' rush off now. Too bad you won't be able to tag along."
The man backed away into the darkness just as Keith was grabbing his Glock and the dreaded sound of distant sirens drew closer. "HEY! WHAT THE HELL? What are you doing?!"
The largest thug stayed behind and rolled his shoulders with a snap, crackle, and pop, then chuckled as he neared the smaller male. "Stay still and this shouldn't hurt... for me anyway, heh.." Pulling two pairs of standard grade cuffs from his coat pocket, the thug rushed Keith with a speed that wasn't expected and tackled the shocked Korean to the ground.
Keith lost his grip on his gun and struggled as best he could, but with his arms pinned behind his back and a heavy knee digging into his shoulder blades, he was rendered defenseless.
Great job! This is such a rookie move! I'm a fucking idiot...
"Ah, Keith... It's just how the mafia works!" said the large man with a sinister grin and a condescending tone. As Keith wriggled on the dirty concrete floor, roaring with rage, he watched his assailants run off as quickly as they had come, wearing himself out.
---3:30 am---
It was too early in the morning to be blasting music in his car. Much less, in a dimly lit area with only a few bystanders loitering outside a nearby bar smoking a joint. Lance McClain was a newly instated Officer of the SPD, or Seattle Police department, and he was eager to prove himself to his Chief, Allura Alforson, along with her small crew of Veteran Officers.
But Lance's patience was near non-existent. He was desperate to get a piece of some action and begged the poor woman to give him an assignment. However, he should've bitten his tongue.
Lance hadn't volunteered to take a night shift in a relatively crime-free part of the city; Well, technically he did, just too quickly. He doesn't particularly love his job. Saturdays were for the boys! Not sipping on his 10th cup of espresso in his slightly disheveled uniform. Allura you're gonna kill me... Hunk, Shay, and Romelle are hanging out! At a club! Having fun without the life of the party! WHICH IS ME! Lance huffed and groaned as boredom overtook him. While he scrolled through his phone, he ignored all the things he should be watching with a keen eye. "This fucking sucks... nothing ever happens around here..."
But luck seems to be on his side, finally!
*Kzzt* "We have a suspected 966 (drug deal) reported on South Street near the old Arusian Warehouse, take caution, over." the monotonous call operator reported.
Jumping to attention, Lance McClain quickly grabbed his radio, and with shaking hands he clicked the button, *Kzzt* "Uhm, Officer McClain is on it! I mean- I'll get to it and check it out, I'm closest. I'll handle it... Over and out!"
Finally! Some action...
Part of Lance had wished it was just a paranoid citizen reporting the call, but... the other half was exhilarated by the chance of him making his first arrest!
Taking his car out of park, the rookie shifted his sleek Dodge Charger into gear and turned on his siren, speeding off at 90 miles per hour towards the abandoned building.
Minutes later, he pulled up to the warehouse passing a sleek Lincoln heading in the opposite direction. Lance should've paid attention. He should've pulled them over. But his mind was racing as fast as his heart was and he only focused on the red motorcycle parked outside with slashed tires.
Oh, boy was Lance a rookie. His curiosity got the best of him and instead of calling it in, he had drawn out his gun and slowly proceeded towards the door. Pressing his head against the cold metal, he could hear the sound of grunts and loud shouts of frustration, then the familiar sound of a thump alongside a yelp.
---6:06 am---
"FUCKING HELL! I can't-" Keith writhed on the floor, fuming as the cuffs scratched his ankles and wrists. The sirens were right outside the building now. Then they stopped, but Keith only struggled harder as he heard the car door open and close in the distance.
The door opened and Keith froze, eyes wide with fear and his now messy black hair splayed in all sorts of different directions, thankfully hiding his identity for the moment.
"Holy crow- OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY?!"
Am I ok- what the fuck?! does this guy even have a clue as to who I am?! Keith thought as he struggled harder to scoot away from the cop.
The police officer ran over and Keith growled like a wounded animal, baring his teeth in a very inhuman snarl. "Woah there, tiger. I'm just going to uncuff you!"
Keith remained silent. He wanted to bide his time. Use the oblivious, blue-eyed, tan-skinned-- HE WAS GOING TO MANIPULATE THE OFFICER, that's what he's planning. Dammit! Stop ogling his beautiful- UGH SHUT UP and think of a plan!
The officer was clearly a noob when it came to operations like these, he didn't even ask for assistance since this could've been a hostage situation. "Hold still-" He grabbed a pin from one of his belt pockets and picked the lock on his wrists rather skillfully. But without thinking, Keith attempted to stand on his two cuffed feet and nearly fell flat on his face if the officer hadn't had caught him.
"Why are you helping me? You don't even know me!" screeched the Korean in a rather panicked and pitchy tone.
---6:32 am---
Lance looked at the young man in his arms. When he had first walked in he assumed it was a woman from his long shoulder-length hair and feminine frame. But damn... I've never been so glad to be bi. He thought. With a kind smile, he loosened his grip on the smaller male and chuckled. "I said hold still for a reason. You have to let me uncuff your ankles too, airhead."
Hah, that's ironic. Keith blushed a little from his folly and shrugged himself out of Lance's arms, sinking to the floor and clicking his combat boots together with a glare directed towards the Officer expectantly.
Staring at Keith inquisitively, he finally was able to think clearly and crossed his arms; he realized who this man finally was and grinned wildly. "Wait- I do know you! You're that drug dealer from the news! OHMYGOD AND I CAUGHT YOU!" Lance jumped up and down and squealed like an excited 3-year-old.
"Yeah yeah, send me to jail, I guess. I'll just get out anyway." The young man on the floor leaned forward and rested his chin in his hands, looking very unamused.
The only smart thing the officer had done was re-cuff his wrists rather securely and behind his back.
Then without warning, he was being picked up and thrown over the officer's shoulder.
With a small squeak, Keith was too surprised to actually attempt to wiggle away, that was until he decided he should try before he does actually go to prison. "W-Where are you taking me! Put me down, you filthy pig!"
"Coming from you that's rich, Keith Kogane," His hands trailed awfully close to his backside, probably on accident, the felon thought. That was until Lance, being the flirt he was, spoke in a slightly deeper voice with a hint of suaveness in it and said... "And I'm not telling you where you're going. But I'll tell you where you are, and that's right here in my arms~"
B e s t i l l , m y h e a r t
That seemed to shut the young man right up, making him easier to handle. The young man Lance was holding, only struggling slightly and grumbling curses under his breath.
---7:15 am---
Time seemed to pass slowly between the two, almost comfortably if not for the fact that one of them was a damn cop and the other a notorious drug dealer. Neither of them had done what they could've to complete their jobs efficiently. One was too frazzled and couldn't plan their escape, the other was too inexperienced to effectively get the more important culprits.
Neither of them knew that their journey together wasn't even close to being over yet.