Detective Deadlock – Chapter 4: Big Alexander
Officer Winston stepped out of a doughnut shop holding several sugar-coated pastries in his hands. He approached his police car and attempted to reach for his keys. Instead, his keys fell out of his pocket and into a nearby sidewalk gutter. The heavy rain began pushing it further down the street. He set his doughnuts on the car and chased after the keys.
“No, no, no!” Winston held onto his buckle as he ran toward the keys. He reached down to pick it up only for it to slide loose from his hand once again.
Every huge step he took, his body jiggled a bit. He ended up chasing the keys down to a nearby street. When they finally came to stop at a piece of trash stuck in the gutter, Winston heard gunfire erupting in the distance.
One of the bald men fell to the floor electrified after Annika lined up a perfect shot. Deadlock on the other hand was locked in close quarters with the other goon. Both of them had their hands on the rifle as the opposing kept trying to push it to the other’s face. Annika charged up her tazer again and aimed at Deadlock’s adversary.
The man kicked the detective down and knocked Annika’s tazer out of her hands. He grabbed her neck with his bulky hands and lifted her up into the air.
“It was a foolish move to have a child fight me, detective!” he sulked.
Suddenly, the man’s kneecaps popped open. Several powerful bullets pierced through, causing him to let go of Annika and tumble to the ground. Winston held a magnum revolver with a smoking barrel in his hand.
“Man, it sure has been a while!” Winston said excitedly.
“My legs! I can’t feel my legs! I can’t!” the goon cried.
Deadlock got up to his feet. He looked around at the situation; Winston holstering his revolver again and Annika grasping her neck to try and soothe it. Behind both of them he saw Detective R pointing into the building where the men were unloading the crates of guns. Detective R walked into a nearby alleyway out of Deadlock’s view.
“Annika, follow me. Winston, make sure no one gets out of here. Call for backup,” the detective ordered as he rushed into the building through its open garage.
Deadlock held his gun closer with his sights aligned with his eyes. Annika was behind him, looking for anything suspicious.
“Did you see that boy run in here?” the detective asked about the teenager from earlier.
“I-I’m not sure. I lost sight of him.”
Deadlock held his hand up and gestured the rookie to stay silent. He overheard someone’s voice down the hallway. The ceiling lights flickered as the two detectives moved in. The voices were heard behind a solid metal door.
“What do you mean Darren and Joseph were captured? Why weren’t you there to help them!” a strong-toned man shouted.
“I’m sorry, boss. The officers-Deadlock is with them!” the teenager warned.
“So what? A cop with a good nose ain’t worth nothing in these parts. He’s as good as dead if he expects to take someone like Big Al down!”
Deadlock kicked down the door and scanned the room with his gun in hand. He noticed a bulky man wearing a thin striped grey suit and the teen from before wearing a black hoodie. Annika and him aimed both their weapons at the two.
“You led them to me, you useless mutt!” the man smacked the back of the boy’s head.
“I’m sorry, boss!” the boy dashed toward a high up window and climbed through an opening.
“Annika go after him! I’ll take care of Mr. Meat here!” Deadlock ordered.
The rookie ran right after the teen and followed through the same opening. The detective in the meantime, held his magnum steady on the bulky figure.
“Tell me, Al…Where’d you get the mutation serums you’re handing out?”
The bulky man held his hands up and started circling around the room as Deadlock opposed him. “Handing out? I think of it as kind of a charity. Giving the loneliest souls a brand new power and purpose. Stirring up havoc in a city like this, it’s an anarchist’s dream!”
“Is that your plan? Causing mayhem like some kind of joker?”
“Of course not. What good is spreading chaos if you can’t be the boss anymore? I run the streets below you, I have connections that go far beyond the city, and it’s just your police department and that random psychopath that keep my plans from going through!” Big Al shouted.
“Psychopath? Tell me if we’re talking about the same person…mohawk? Checked shirt?” Deadlock asked.
“Dark blue jeans, not really much of a mohawk anymore, more or less she just braided the side of her head.”
“Oh the coincidences are finally adding up. Was it your goons that were shot up the other night?”
“Yeah…yeah! Were you there too? Maybe we can work together and compromise, say?” Al suggested with a condescending tone.
“Sure. When hell freezes over. You’re coming with me, Al,” the detective kept his magnum fixed on the bulky figure.
Then he noticed Detective R right behind him. He was pointing toward the window that Annika and the teen escaped from. A slight scraping sound was made followed by the entire window shattering.
“I was afraid you were going to say that…” Big Al said disappointingly.
Several mutants bashed through and snarled at Deadlock. They jumped right at him while Big Al ran out the door. One of the mutants had a maniacal laugh as he clawed at the detective’s overcoat. The other two grabbed the detective’s legs and began pulling. Frustrated, Deadlock stuck the magnum’s barrel in the first mutant’s nose. He shot the high powered round, silencing the laughter and sending the now headless mutant off of him. He grabbed another mutant with his mechanical arm and wrapped his fingers around his skull.
“You pull my leg one more time, I will bash your head open, got it?” the detective aimed his magnum at the third as they both stared at him.
Officer Winston entered with several other cops. They pried the mutants off of Deadlock and helped him up.
“Winston, where’s Annika?” Deadlock asked.
“Hey you! Stop!” Annika shouted as she chased after the teenager down the empty sidewalk.
“Forget you, lady!”
“Stop right now! I’m a CCPD Officer and you are under arrest!” Annika said panting.
The teenager climbed up a few dumpsters and grabbed onto the fire exit of a brick building. Annika fired her tazer but missed and hit a brick near the teen’s head. The teen pulled a firecracker from his hand and threw it at Annika. It popped near her feet and sent her tumbling back in shock.
“You little!” Annika stood back up and followed him up the fire escape.
Annika reached the roof and spotted the teenager make a dash for the edge. She tackled him down and got in an arm lock. The teenager forced the rookie’s hand away from him before she could charge up the tazer and fire it again.
“Big Al says you cops shouldn’t get involved here! Even one of your own got down to our level!” the teen shouted.
“What!” Annika kicked the teen’s shins.
As soon as he tripped, the rookie took the opportunity and fired the tazer at him. He shuddered as the electricity surged through his veins.
“What do you mean one of our cops got down to your level?” Annika asked.
“I-I ain’t no snitch, y-you ain’t gettin’ nothing outta me!” the boy responded.
“Well, let’s see if my superior has anything to say about that…” the rookie remarked as she handcuffed the teen and pulled him toward the fire exit.