Who is this mysterious stranger that stalks Azure? Is she part of the angry pro-legit mob?
Is she the LEADER of the mob? or is she in the Justice Arrow. Episode 28-
Will not be seen tonight Instead we present cops on duty!
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NORTHERN MARKETS
EPISODE 27A: C.O.P.S.
Joe’s Tavern
1337 Naora Ave East
8:15 PM
Police Chief Mack and Spud were driving the old 1985 Cadilac police car east along Naora Ave after taking a kid to his parents for shoplifting up at Target Superstore. They were now on their way to a bar on Naora Avenue where a 999* call went out a few minutes ago.
The rain stopped a while ago, but it was still dark out as it was night, and the roads reflected the streetlight.
Mack pulled up in front of this low rate bar on Naora Ave and Rogue St- a block east of major Nexon St.
“And here is where we get the occasional Friday night drunken idiot” Mack said, shutting off the car.
He and Spud got out, closed the doors and walked in.
Joe’s Tavern wasn’t much, just a streetside bar where people usually come in on their way home from work or to a party or something. Place was plain- red walls with posters, pictures, neon light signs that were logos such as Sap Beer, CancerStix cigarettes, things like that.
The place smelled of booze, almost too much for 8pm. Guys sat at the bar, others sat at tables, some played pool, or omok. Some guys were going off over a little MahJong tournament they set up.
The two plainclothes cops walked over to the bar. “Hey!” Mack called to the fat guy cleaning mugs.
“Yeah?” the guy asked in his raunchy voice.
“You run this joint?” Mack asked.
“Yeah, what’s it to you?”
“Chief Mack, and…cop Spud. Police”
“Look, mang!” the bartenter growled, sweat on his bald head making it shine under the bug light behind him. “I already kicked those Permanoobs outta here! Damn cockaroaches smashed mah window over there, cost me half a mil to get it fixed!”
“We’re not lookin for Permanoobs! We got a 9-ner call from this place about some crazy guy, what you do with him?”
“Oh” the bartender said. “Yea, the boys overthere pwned the crap outta him already. Shoulda seen it. They messed him up bad!”
“Well, if he’s hurt bad enough, you’re getting the hospital bill!” Mack shot back. The fat man stopped smiling. “He’s in the back. This way” read more