Stakeout

August the fifth, Coney Island.

Looking at the beach that had countless people swarming about, having fun, I decided to temporarily relax until it became night. Right now it was only 5pm, and currently the only thing I was doing was trying to find the place where the bastard cop, Arthur, would show up. Or more specifically to find out his established patrol route. 

As for why I knew he was on patrol, its due to the hard disk mentioning it. More specifically, it is easier to get people into your car for human trafficking than doing it when you're not on duty. Plus, it's much easier to be on patrol and pretend to be doing something, than just having to go around town, trying to solve cases from some few traces left behind. 

.. Anyways, right now I was outside the amusement Park... That was called the Amusement Park in Coney Island. 

"How convenient." I thought to myself. 

Honestly, I kind of want to visit this place with the kids, to let them have fun and to relax for once. They kinda deserve to be in the light, to have fun making friends and making fond memories. 

Although right now that's probably impossible since the tip I gave to Frank about Nick Furys description could... Stir a hornets nest, so to say. After all a vigilante suddenly appeared, stopped a public shooting and told a former soldier to join a top secret government organisation, that the vigilante knew would contact them for one reason or another... 

"Its probably fine, right? Right?!"

With thoughts like those swirling in my head, I bought a bunch of sweets for the kids from a nearby bakery. And for myself I bought am energy drink. After that, I looked around for other useful or interesting places. 

Finally, it was nearing 6pm, meaning the shift change would happen. And our guest of honor, Arthur, would go on his patrol around now. 

Going back to the bakery, I bought something sweet for myself this time, while paying careful attention to the police station. 

Soon enough, the man of the day walked out of there, with another man, his partner, trailing behind him. As they got into the car, I got myself ready to follow them. 

Leaving the confectionery, I saw that they drove off to the west, meaning I knew where they would be "patrolling" today. 

Leisurely, I waked towards their rough destination, knowing I would soon get busy. Wait this ice cream is amazing, I need to buy more. 

Like that, with a very important mental note for later, I arrived an odd 30 minutes later. At the West most part of Coney Island, right next to the border with Seagate. 

Wandering around the nearby streets, I soon found their car. Parked in an alleyway, they left their car door open, the attitude of, nobody is capable of touching us, oozing out of their bodies. 

Soon enough it would be 7pm, yet it still wasn't dark enough to carry out my plan. For now, I had to observe them and make adjustments for later, when I would carry out their just punishment. 

Now, what would be a good way of letting others know about their punishment, and how much they had they done? How many wicked and evil things they have commited?

For now i need to find a nearby quiet place where I can let them scream to their hearts contents. I still need to get info from these two cretins on who they sold, where they were sold, and finally to whom. 

Having explored the nearby area, I didn't manage to find anything except for one place that was oddly isolated. 

A construction site. 

The workers working on this apartment building had already left, their shift having ended. So, right now there were a lot of construction materials in that area, with only a metal fence keeping out the would be intruders. 

Hopping over the fence, I went ahead and started scouting this place. 

Having gone from the ground floor to the third floor, that was mostly unfinished, with rebars and some other things like cement mixers and bags having been left around. Oh and there were some wood pieces as well... For some reason or another? 

This place... Would do for what I was planning. 

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Having parked our car at the usual spot in Mermaid Ave, next to a shitty apartment building, we were currently lazing.

"Yo, Arthur." I said.

"Sup, Jack?" the man sitting next to me, who opened the door of the police car, spreading out as much as humanly possible, replied. Blue eyes, a somewhat muscular build, with dirty blonde hair evoked a feeling of approachability and of being a model citizen.

Yet appearances can be deceiving, as this shitter was the head of human trafficking operations in this entire area.

"Do you think we'll have any plans for the weekend? (do you think we'll need to do another shipment during the weekend?) " I asked, mildly concerned.

"Not really. Why? " he replied, playing video games on his phone. 

"Can we go eat at a five star restaurant then? I found an amazing place, with the steak there being if the highest quality. (Can we go and do one then? The one girl I have in mind is of the highest quality.)" 

How expensive is the place to eat at? And would I need to put on my black suit or not? (how much is she worth? And would we sell her on the black market or did you get a client?)" closing his phone, he turned to look at me with his eyebrow raised. 

"Suits obviously. I guarantee you the place is amazing, here, I even took pictures of it a while ago! (The black market obviously, and I can guarantee you she's worth a lot, here, look at the pictures I took!)" I said, pulling out my phone from my pocket, the newest and most expensive model I could find. Needless to say, it came from the black market, and wasn't used for calling people. My normal phone was used for that, while this was for 'work'. 

" Give me that" snatching my phone out of my hand, he started looking at the catch I found.

Very soon, his expression changed, and with a smile he turned back to look at me. 

The brown haired woman I had showed him the picture of had piqued his interest. In addition to her photograph I also put together some other info I managed to dig up, like her family background and such, including the fact that her parents were filthy rich.

Meaning, whoever buys her can extort her parents for a massive load of cash.

Besides that, she was also quite the beauty, so she would be a perfect target even for those who didn't want to extort money.

Closing the door and pulling up the windows to prevent the conversation from leaking out, I then asked him. 

"When do you want to hit the road then? I wouldn't mind going right now, we'd just need to alert someone else to pick our friend up." I asked, excited at the prospect of catching yet another bag of money.

"Hmmm... What time is it?" he asked? 

"9 14PM." 

"Mmm... Drugs?" thinking of what to plant on her, he asked me if we should go with drugs. 

"Sure. We got some leftover." 

"Alright, let's head out then. We'll interrogate at the club she hangs around usually and then take her to the our place." 

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As the car of the two corrupt cops drove off, i knew they probably had a new target. 

My destination? The private yacht these two bastards used for human trafficking, or more specifically when they traded with others.

 Changing the execution ground from the construction site to the yacht they bought, i smiled. Turning around, I walked towards the docks, disappearing into the night.