WAR: DP: Frame Job (1/2) Place: Enforcement HQ and the precinct Time: Thursday the 18th, late night By: Cousin Mary "Are they gone yet?" Eric asked, pulling on his new black duster and slipping on his wrap-round shades. Sure the DP Godmommy Mary and her second-in-command Shana were wonderful leaders, but as a DP, Eric and the rest felt it was their duty to go behind their backs occasionally. Just out of sheer dark perkiness. As it was, neither Mary nor Shana had the slightest clue what was on tonight's agenda. And Tracy only knew about half. Eric smirked as he slipped a copy of the warrant into his pocket, just in case. Carly leaned out the window (and nearly fell two stories) before popping back in, "Yep, their on their way to the Harem party with Jenny3." The red head grinned hugely, straightening her ultra-hip midriff baring black top and thigh-high Prada boots. She looked around at the rest of the Thugs gathered in the second floor gallery, everyone one looked perfect! Sleek, polished,... they had that whole Avengers/Mod Squad/Get Smart look going. Very cool and very nearly funky. "The cats are officially away!" Maya beamed, checking her spiked blue hair in the mirror one last time. "The mice can play!" She grabbed her bulging duffel bag and headed for the door. "Wait a sec!" Caeryn was still leaning over her laptop, adding the final hacks to a certain computer network, "Kay, all done." She stood, smiled in triumph, and strode toward the group, her long black skirt floating elegantly, while the tight wine coloured top and silver belly chain clung like a second skin, she slipped on her shades. "Great," June drained the last of her coffee before joining the DP on the second floor landing. She turned as Martin and Laura came down from their rooms. Hair slicked back, shades on, both looked ready for a night of pure unadulterated DP fun. They'd gotten word from one of Tracy's snitches that someone was trying to frame them, using bunnies and the color pink in ways that threatened to trash the DP's reputation. And heck! Only the DP were allowed to trash the DPs reputation! "Whoa," Martin let out a low whistle as he caught sight of their little group in the sliver mirror. They looked like an ad for RayBans!(tm) Dressed in mostly black, with silver and dark pink accents, they were dressed to the nines and beyond. "Are we ready?" Laura asked, glancing down where she could just barely see in through the study's doors. Oh boy, the DP teen terrors and Ren were definitely -not- looking quite as hip as them. Oh well, they had their part, and they had theirs. "We're supposed to meet Tracy there at a quarter after midnight, right?" "Yep," Maya nodded, hitting 'play' on her boom-box, 'the Matrix' soundtrack roared to life, "And - now- we're ready." "Oh yeah," June smiled, leading the way down the wide staircase and out to the garage. Tonight was far from over. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The DP Harleys and Tauruses arrived out front of the Enforcerments headquarters just as Tracy was pulling up. She waved and paused in front of the doors to talk with them. "What are you supposed to be?" Tracy arched a brow and smiled as she took in her faction's 'look,' "Bounty hunters from beyond Thunderdome?" "Call me Boba Caeryn," The geology/film major grinned. Tracy rolled her eyes, made sure she had a copy of the warrant, and then opened the door to the office building. Luckily it this day and age of global technology, a lot of huge office complexes like this were open 24 hours a day... either that, or someone had forgotten to lock the door. Either way, they were in. "Kay, where are their offices?" "Um," Martin paused, admiring the way his duster swooshed around him. "Basement levels 1 and 2." "How do you know that?" Carly asked him wide eyed. Martin just shrugged and winked at her, that slow southern charm just oozing out, "I have my ways." Carly blinked, "Oookaaay." "Alright, 'nuf witty banter, let's go bash some heads!" Laura fairly ran towards the basement steps and raced down them, barely suppressing the war cry. The others had no choice but to follow. They came up just shy of the Enforcement's front door, white and nondescript, they almost walked straight by. That was, before Maya noticed the small black 'e' right in the center. "Hmm, must be the place." Tracy looked up and down the sterile, windowless hallway, "Has that warm, homey feel doesn't it?" She quipped. "Kay, so let's do it!" Eric reared back a leg and side kicked the door, "Police! Open up!" "Eric!" Tracy yelled, trying to stop the over-eager Thug as he bashed down the door, but to no avail, the hinges gave and the aluminum door went crashing to the ground. "Geez, usually we -knock- first Eric." She said dryly, as the rest of the DPs just stared open mouthed. "What the-?! Our door!" Enforcement leader Raven stalked over to the door and made a few wide hand gestures to show just how unexpectable this whole thing was. "You can't just go-" "Here, does this smell funny to you?" Martin stepped forward and waved a flask of something under Raven's nose, and without thinking, she sniffed. Soon she was deeply immersed in a flashback about how great peanut butter and jelly sandwich tasted when she was 6. Maya hit the boom box again and the DPs all went striding in. "This is -not- procedure!" Tracy griped, moving her hand in front of Raven's face a few times. But other than mumble "mmm, grape" the woman didn't move. The cop sighed, oh well, she knew whatever Martin had done wasn't permanent, the Flashback Juice the chemists had developed would only last a few minutes. And, the guy they were after tonight had been evading the law a very long time. If this was the only way they could get him, and as long as no one got hurt... Tracy looked up and saw that other Enforcerment faction members were swaying with similar thoughtful expressions on their faces. Kim looked like she was remembering an infinitely complicated chess match. JenZub, a really great pair of shoes she'd seen in Houston but never been able to find in her size. Steve was remembering a particularly nice Pinot Gris. Maria... something about variable skull widths in Australopithecus. 'Whoa, the DP work quick!' Tracy thought. "All right, so where is the creep?" Eric pointed at the trail of hot wing crumbs, "I'd say that away." Tracy strode down the hall and opened a door, there she saw an older man, the Enforcer's very own figurehead, 'the Man in Black' laying in a bed... snoring. His black clad form was illuminated only by a small TV blaring static throughout the otherwise dark room. Tracy cleared her throat, he didn't stir. "Oh this is just great." She cracked, then decided to take advantage of this situation, she walked over and rolled him to his side, slapping on a pair of cuffs. Finally the man began to stir, "Wh-what's going on here!" He demanded, sneering at them all as he jumped to his feet. "Who let you in here?! Who are you-" "I'm Detective Tracy Vetter," Tracy said matter-of-factly, "And you're under arrest. Come with me now and we won't add 'resisting arrest' to your -lengthy- list of charges." And with that, she took his arm and led to her car, Martin and Carly trailing behind to make sure he didn't try and bolt. The rest of the DPs, suddenly found themselves with some free time. And idle hands -are- the DPs favorite play things... "Maya, you bring them?" June asked, walking back to the main room where her friend had dropped her duffel bag when they'd stormed in. "You bet your sweet beans I did!" The blue hared thug grinned as she unzipped the over stuffed bag to reveal a huge assortment of frames. Large gilts, small wood, shiny lacquer, all shapes and sizes. "Perfect!" Caeryn grinned, "And I brought the super glue!" She held up several tubes. Quickly the DPs started gluing the frames all around the walls, floor and ceiling of the main room. At odd angles, over-lapping, over posters, on doors, as far as the eye could see, nothing but empty frames. "Looks good," Maya stepped back and admired their work, "Now -that's- a frame job! "Yeah, that should teach them not to try and frame the DP," Eric smiled, almost giddy at how pun- worthy the occasion was. He then quickly escorted the DP women out of the building... before any of those flashbacks ended. "We did good tonight." "And not only that," Laura glanced at her watch, "Phase two should be starting any minute now." The DPs all exchanged looks and laughed, oh yeah, how could they forget phase 2?! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> continued in part 2 Cousin Mary WAR: DP: Frame Job (2/2) Place: the precinct Time: Thursday the 18th, late night By: Cousin Mary Tracy hauled the MiB into the precinct and practically threw him against the booking desk. "I -demand- you tell me what the hell is going on!" The MiB growled as Tracy held his arm at a most uncomfortable angle, "You have no right to-" "Okay, that's enough!" Capt. Reese bellowed as he walked over and looked the now silent man up in down, from his black silk PJs to his black bunny slippers, oh yeah, this guy was a grade A creep alright. "Vetter," He turned his attention to one of his star detectives, "This the guy?" "Yeah Cap," Tracy shifted to grab the warrant from her pocket, she handed the paper to Reese, "Right there." Reese quickly scanned the document, he nodded, "Yeah, I've heard of this guy. Saw him that new 'CopNet' Site." He folded the paper carefully and placed it on the desk, he then looked the MiB straight in the face, "People like you just make me sick." The MiB bristled dangerously, "And you, sir, have no idea who you are dealing with." He hissed. "Oh yeah I do," Reese nodded, "Real name Beauregard "Bubba" Sassafras, of Mobile Alabama." The MiB's jaw dropped. "Wanted," Reese continued, "For polygamy and..." Reese's eyes got hard, "41 counts of failure to pay child support." "Make you feel good to leave all those women and kids without support?" Tracy 'accidentally' bumped his arm, sending white shots of pain shooting through him. "Does it, huh?" "My good woman," The MiB insisted, "I never-" Just then, 'Phase Two' went into effect. "Dont ya'll go tellin' them poe-lice officers none o' yer wild tails Bubba!" Ren, the DP's very own Dark Pink Ninja, stepped forward. Only instead of her usual pink gi, she was clad in Daisy Dukes, a pink and white gingham top (tied off, just above her navel) and a pair of well-worn cork high heel sandal. "Me en soma tha youngin's have done come all this way ta see ya gets yers and there ain't no gosh dern way yall be gettin' out of it wit none a yer sweet talkin'!" "I assume you remember your wife Ellie Mae Sassafras?" Reese arched a brow at the MiB, "Your 5th wife? Though I hear you never bothered to divorce the first 4." Those at the desk then turned toward the waiting area, where a small raggedy army consisting of Ren and the DP teen terrors (all dressed like extras from 'the Revenge of the Bayou') stood. "You always were a no good pa!" Andrea stepped forward, sobbing (maybe a tad too dramatically) at the MiB. The 5 other DP teens all voiced similar opinions. Martin cringed at Ren and the teens terrible attempts at Southern Drawls. Oh well, Reese didn't seem to notice, though Tracy did look... uh-oh, she recognized them. Suddenly Martin found himself being hauled into a nearby hall by his favorite detective. "You DPs better have a good explanation for this!" Tracy hissed at him crossly, "I'm all for your little war, but -not- when it comes to screwing with my job, do you understand?" "But-" Martin tried to get a word in, but the cop wouldn't let him. "I will not let you put some innocent man through this kind of thing," Tracy shoved her bangs out of her eyes, "Simply because he's in a different faction!" "He's not -just- in another faction!" Martin blurted out, casting a quick worried look back towards the desk, but luckily they were all too caught up in Ren and company's theatrics to have noticed his out burst. He looked back at Tracy, who was waiting less than patiently for him to explain, "He's an Enforcer, the -head- Enforcer. As in the guy who'll," He made a cutting motion across his own neck, "Anyone who finds out about-" He mimicked biting something. "You mean he's an Enforcer?" Tracy's eyes went wide, "A real one, not a fan of them?" "No, a real one!" Martin nodded, "He's mortal now, but wasn't always." "I see," Tracy said quietly, she looked down at the MiB, who looked absolutely horrified as SNB (who's purple hair was covered with a wig that looked to be from a production of Pipi Longstockings) sobbed on him about how he'd missed her tap dance recital. Well, she couldn't have the vampire arrested for the countless cold blooded murders he'd 'enforced,' but she could see him put away for a long time. "Come on," She led Martin back to the front desk, the others hadn't even noticed them leaving. "Beau, you never were no good at much," Ellie Mae (aka Ren) continued, then glanced at all the kids, "Well, maybe at one thang." "All right," Reese straighten, "I've heard enough, book him!" "Wait! No!" The MiB struggled as two burly uniforms hauled him off to be deloused, "I am not married to that woman! Those brats are not my children!" "Yeah, he -would- say that," Reese mumbled, before heading back to his office to call Denise and tell his wife her how much he loved her. "Men," Ren snorted, still in character. Tracy's quick glare, however, cut off her next comment. "Did Mary and Shana know you guys were planning this?" The blonde detective demanded her oddly dressed faction. "Um, we didn't really," Carly hedged, fingering the hem of her black vinyl mini, taking off her shades, "They're at a party you see and..." "Call them," Tracy ordered, she sighed and relaxed somewhat, "You all have ways to get home?" She asked, realising Carly and Martin had ridden over with her. "Yeah," Ren nodded, thinking of the Pinkmobile they'd redone as the General Lee for just the occasion (though no one saw it to appreciated it, I'd thought I'd mention it ;-) "Good," Tracy sent a nasty thought at the paperwork waiting on her desk, "You guys have a safe ride home." "Yes Tracy." "Bye Tracy." "See ya Tracy." Just as they were about out the door, she stopped them again, "Wait," When the turned she smiled slightly, "Next time, tell me what's up, huh? I'm not too fond of secrets, you know." The Thugs all looked terribly guilty and nodded as one. "We will." Tracy watched them go, a genuine smile softening her face. "Oh yeah, I can lay on a guilt trip like -nobody's- business. Plus," She giggledd slightly, "It -had- been a pretty great attack!" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Cousin Mary