Officer Juggs: Force - Chapter 6

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I hope you will enjoy this new Force chapter!

Chapter 6

“Tell me everything you know.” 

Officer Juggs was leaning forward over the table in the interrogation room, pointing a pink nail in his direction. 

“Go to hell…” Thomas twisted in his chair, as if he were extremely impatient. “I need to get the hell out of here, bitch!”

“You're not going anywhere”, snapped Juggs holding up a picture in front of him. 

“Look at this photograph!” 

Thomas finally took a look at the black-and-white print out of what appeared to be surveillance footage.

“Yeah, so…” He pretended it was no big deal that it was unmistakably him in the photo. 

“Oh, come on! You want to tell me what the fuck you were doing in the middle of East River Street the same day as the police busted that container full of drugs. Hmm? You’re working for him, our mystery drug lord, right?” Officer Juggs continued the interrogation, digging a little deeper. Thomas glanced in all directions, as if searching for an escape route that was not there.

“You’ve got nothing on me… I don’t care…”

“Well, you see that’s not true because I caught you vandalizing our station this morning and….” she stopped herself before mentioning anything about sexual assault. Technically, they’d defeated her in a sex fight, so that part wasn’t illegal in Westerica. And uncompensated outfit destruction was a petty offense not worth embarrassing herself on record for, for zero gain. “Ahem! And there exist numerous other reports, of which you and your pal are the alleged perpetrators. So, what is it going to be?” 

“I’m still not going to tell you anything…” 

“Are you sure?” Juggs shook her head as she began to understand that she might have to do more to have him start talking. “You’re craving more of that fucking Force-drug, aren’t you?” Juggs asked him. “There won’t be any more of that red powder where you’re going, that’s for sure…”

“Urgh! Sh- Shut up! You can just go fuck yourself with that baton you have there”, he said, pointing meekly at her utility belt. He was sweating profusely under the interrogation room’s lights. Clearly antsy as a result of Force withdrawals. The busty Police Chief could tell her suspect was losing it. Just itching to get his next fix.

“Well, you vile scum, where can I find your boss? If you don't tell me, I'll make sure you stay locked up for a LONG time.”

Thomas was getting more and more desperate. Only a matter of moments until he slipped up. She had him right in the palm of her hand. “Fuck! Listen, whore, all I know is that I get my drugs outside that old yellow warehouse… Now get me OUT OF HERE!!”

But to his dismay, she just spun around on her high heels and left, saying:

“Sorry, drug-head. If you valued your freedom then you should have thought twice BEFORE you messed with Officer Juggs!”

***

Loud rap music filled a side street outside the yellow warehouse, where a Latino man in his 30s named Dorian, wearing leather pants, a wife-beater, and some gold jewelry, was sitting on the hood of an old Chevrolet, talking on his mobile phone. Several women who looked like prostitutes were just hanging around.

“I take it you’re the low-life responsible for the illegal Force trade in this part of town?”

The man looked up, only to witness a very busty and scantily clad policewoman, who stood with her hands on her hips, looking straight at him through large aviator sunglasses.

“What the fuck…!?”

“How else would a bottom feeder like you earn the money? Did you win the lottery or something? Because you sure don’t look like someone who excelled at college…”

Dorian, who appeared to be much taller than Juggs expected, put his phone down and got to his feet before approaching her.

“What the fuck do you want, cop bitch?”

Juggs took a few steps forward herself, closing the gap between them. “What do you think, punk? Let’s cut the shit. You honestly gonna tell me if I search this place, I won’t find any Force?”

The man stopped for a second, seeming a bit less cocky. “Do you have a warrant or something?!”

“I can go get one if you want. But I’m not here for you, small fry. It’s your boss I’m after. So why don’t you just play nice and spare us both the headache?”

“Umm… Sounds like no warrant to me, lady. How about you run along and fetch that before trying again, huh?” 

Urgh! This fool is such a waste of my time!

Dorian was looking Juggs up and down now. 

“So, you want something from me... Maybe I want something from you as well. You are that Juggs whore, right!? I heard you are quite good at sucking dick!”

Juggs raised an eyebrow. 

“You criminal piece of shit!” 

“Why don't you drag me down to the station, then, so I can deny everything?” He said to her with a mocking smile on his face, “Oh! Even better! Since you have nothing on me, you’ll have to let me go. And by the time you finally do, who says I won’t be out of town, huh? That means out of your jurisdiction!" All of a sudden, it sounded like everything was pit against her.

Juggs would have to make an important decision. 

He’s right, if he gets out of Hardwood City, I’m screwed. It’s taken ages to trace a lead this high up the food chain. I need to know who he’s working for before more citizens get addicted to their awful drug.  

“Whatever you decide, you’d better do it fast, bitch!” Dorian smirked slyly.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

“Chief Juggs!” All of a sudden, she heard her rookie Detective in her earpiece. 

They were secretly communicating with one another as she was in the middle of questioning this suspected criminal.

“What is it?” Juggs pressed her fingers against her ear and listened closely.   

“I’ve got eyes on five black vans rounding the block. No plates. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say those are some of this thug’s clientele. And they’ll be all over you in under four minutes. I hate to say it, but they might be gang members working for the Furino family…” he commented.

“Shit. That does sound like their M.O. But why now?” The Chief of Police was still communicating with him, whispering, so that Dorian couldn’t overhear every word she said. 

The Furino family was a dangerous crime syndicate and now more than ever, it was crucial for Juggs and Hutcherson to tread lightly…    

“Problem, officer?” Dorian sneered. “Don’t tell me my guests are arriving ahead of schedule? How unfortunate for you. Unless…”

“Go on, spit it out!”

“I think there’s a way to hide you from my friends and loosen my lips… So long as you’re willing to stick around and let me loosen your fat lips, of course!”

This perverted bastard has all but confirmed his intentions to escape the city if I take my eyes off of him—probably in one of those vans. Talk about being in a time crunch! If I don’t make a snap decision right now, this operation could be over… 

“Two minutes, Chief!” Cautioned a concerned sounding Hutcherson. “Backup won’t be here in less than five. Come on, get out of there!”

Jasmine could hear the approaching engines coming into auditory focus amidst the rest of the bustling downtown soundscape as she looked Dorian’s admittedly well-built body up and down once more before sighing.

“No can do, Rookie,” Juggs sent out one final transmission as the eager criminal standing before her unfastened his belt in preparation for what was to come. His leather pants straining to contain his rapidly growing member. “And belay that backup! A bust on this operation before we’ve identified the ringleader will only tip them off... I’ll handle this. You just keep the car running and out of sight. I’ll contact you when I need a ride... Juggs out.”

“But—”

Jasmine killed the signal & removed the earpiece. She wasn’t about to risk the sound of a surprise call from Hutcherson exposing whatever hiding spot Dorian had in mind for her. The buxom bitch instinctively wet her lips as she was quickly ushered inside the warehouse. She knew her oral orifice was about to need all the help it could get…