Yazu, a crooked cop
“Friend Yazu!”
She looks up from her table in the café. “Crap. You I need in my port like a third arm.”
“Might help you fight better.”
“I fight just fine.” She raises an eyebrow. “There’s still a warrant on you since that brawl at Kilamahali.”
“Simple misunderstanding about seasoning experiment. Cook was very narrow-minded.”
“You folded him in half, Monster. The wrong way.”
“He did have knife.”
“I should take you in.”
“Or … could take this,” he says, grinning, tossing the credit stick to her.
She catches it deftly, gives it a glance. “Or, yes.”
“Double or nothing for one throw?”
“I know you, xeno. You’re not talking about dice. Either way, the answer’s no. I like my money, and my spine.”
Monster sighs. “Ah, well. Must find other entertainment, then.”
She takes a drink of short beer, then cocks an eyebrow. “There is a drug gang hanging these days at the Happy Barrel.”
He shrugs. “Eaten there. Not impressed. And don’t use drugs. Kills taste buds.”
“I’d consider it a favor if the gang members got, um, folded up, too.”
That perks him up. “Weeellllll, for old friend …”
“Just … don’t mention my name while you’re doing it.”
“Am model of strong, silent type. Maybe you return favor …?”
Yazu snorts. “Fine. I’ll get the warrant killed. You were never here. See? No trail of destruction.” At Monster’s grin, she snorts again. “No trail of destruction yet. Give ‘em a kick for me.”
Then she goes back to her beer.
Yazu is a female police detective, casually crooked but not a bad person for all that. She’s interested in keeping the peace (fewer headaches that way), but not above supplementing her income along the way.
“Kiriban - Valeria” by Yip Lee @DeviantArt