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Tyrant POV (3rd)
Tyrant, seated behind a massive mahogany desk, leaned forward, his piercing gaze fixed on his trusted associates gathered in his opulent office. With a self-assured smile, he began outlining his intricate plan, the one that would pave the way for his domination over half of California.
"Gentlemen, to tighten our grip on this city, we must control the very institution meant to uphold the law – the police force itself, and to assert dominance by T-Posing," he began.
He had strategically placed his henchmen in the ranks of law enforcement, corrupting key individuals who held influential positions. With his people on the inside, Tyrant had a network of spies feeding him crucial information about ongoing investigations and potential threats to his operations.
But Tyrant wasn't content with just having informants; he knew that having leverage over the police force's top brass would secure his reign even further. He set his sights on the Chief of Police, a principled and honest officer who had remained a thorn in his side.
Using a combination of bribes, blackmail, and threats, Tyrant exerted immense pressure on the Chief of Police. He knew the officer's weaknesses, secrets, and family vulnerabilities, and he exploited every angle to bend him to his will. Slowly but surely, the Chief of Police began to comply with Tyrant's demands, turning a blind eye to his criminal activities and facilitating a safe haven for his operations.
With the police force under his control, Tyrant's criminal empire expanded its influence, spreading like wildfire throughout the city. His henchmen roamed the streets with impunity, and law-abiding citizens felt powerless against the growing corruption.
YN POV
"What?! What do you mean stop the investigation?" I asked the chief, bewildered by his order to halt the investigation of the crime boss. The Chief of Police looked stern, and I sensed there was more to this than met the eye. However, I kept my emotions in check and tried to understand his reasoning.
"There are orders from higher authorities," the chief replied, avoiding eye contact. "We have to prioritize other cases at the moment."
I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The crime boss had always managed to evade justice, but this sudden halt to the investigation felt like a betrayal of our duty as officers. Something is up, and something's wrong I can feel it.
Suppressing my anger and suspicion, I clenched my fists tightly to maintain composure. "Understood, Chief. The investigation will be halted," I said with forced calmness. As I turned to leave his office, my mind was already racing with plans and ideas.
Once outside, I decided I wouldn't back down. I needed to find out the truth, even if it meant going against the orders. I walked down the hallway, I spotted Officer Martinez, one of the few officers I trusted implicitly. I approached him discreetly and spoke in a hushed tone, "Martinez, can I talk to you for a moment?"
