After the men had the entire group out in front of the credit union building, Tom could see there were only about eight of the men, all wearing police uniforms. They had apparently managed to get the drop on them. For the life of him, Tom couldn't remember who was supposed to be on watch though.
"It was Clay and James," Derek said when he saw the look on Tom's face.
Looking around, Tom didn't see Clay or James though.
"Where are they?" Tom asked quietly.
"No clue. I haven't seen them." Derek said.
"Quiet you two! Just give us what we want and we'll make this nice and easy. No more suffering in this shit hole of a world for you all. You can rest in peace." A man said, seeming to be the leader.
He was a tall man, at least six-four, with a cowboy hat on and a star on his chest that said state trooper.
"Aren't you guys supposed to help people?" Tom asked. "You know, serve and protect and all."
"That went out the window along with law and order when the fucking apocalypse happened son," The trooper said.
Reading his badge, Tom could see that the man's last name was Carson.
"Guess that's true. But why not change first? Why not wear street clothes?" Tom said.
"Well, that's because this here badge puts people at ease. Everybody thinks the cops are there to save them. Then we swoop in, take what we need, and trim the fat so to speak." Carson said. "It's really efficient and has gotten us through some tough times. Plus, we are the ones with the guns. So it gave us a starting advantage."
"This is Texas. You really think you're the only ones with guns?" Derek retorted.
"Well, no, not at all. But again, the uniform kinda sells us as the good guys. So it puts people off guard at first. Makes the job a little easier." Carson said.
"Fucking dirty cops. I know your kind. You probably stopped people and let them off with a warning if they contributed to the 'police ball' or some shit like that." Kedron said.
"Well, I did in fact do that. It was a pretty lucrative proposition if I do say so myself. Most of the people driving fancy cars were more than happy to contribute to the cause if they didn't get a ticket. Some of the ladies were willing to do more." Carson said smiling widely at Kedron and a few of the other men with him chuckled at the joke.
"Fucking asshole. It's guys like you that gave cops a bad name." Bobby said.
"Maybe. But in this world and the last, you always gotta look out for numero uno compadre. Otherwise, you get sucked into the system and they treat you like trash." Carson said. "Fredericks! Go get the enhancement tools from the back of my cruiser. I think these guys are going to need a little persuasion to part with their gear."
The man, apparently Fredericks, ran to the back of one of the police vehicles and opened the trunk. Reappearing a minute later he handed Carson a rolled-up piece of canvas that Carson laid down on the hood of the GS2 and unrolled. Inside were pliers, scalpels, bamboo shoots, a saw, and several other tools Tom didn't know the name of, but had to be some kind of torture devices.
"Now, who wants to go first? How about you Mr. I know you type. You seem like someone who will be tougher to break. Might as well start with you." Carson said. "Don't want to be tired when I get around to you later."
They hauled Bobby up and pulled him away from the others. Several people began to struggle against the handcuffs as they moved him, but when all the officers pulled their weapons and pointed them at people, they stopped.
"Guys, don't just don't. It'll be OK." Bobby said as they leaned him up against the side of the Hummer.
"If you lay a hand on him, I swear to god I'll fucking kill you!" Kedron said, his anger rising.
"Oh, I don't think you are in any position to be making demands son," Carson said.
And with no warning, he pulled his pistol and shot Kedon in the leg. Kedron yelled at the pain and fell over onto the ground.
"Anyone else have any objections? No? Alright then, let's get this party started." Carson said, turning back to Bobby.
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"Hey, cocksucker!" Came a voice from the roof of the building. "Let him go."
James was standing on top of the roof with both pistols trained on Carson.
"Looks like we missed one. Jameson, go ahead and take care of him. Most of the loot is still fine." Carson said turning to face James.
A man moved to point his gun at James and from the side of the building Squirrel rushed out and jumped on the man, biting at his face. The officer, clearly Jameson, screamed as the wolf tore into him. Other officers moved to try to help Jameson, but a bellow from the opposite side caught their attention as Clay came charging out, a sword in each hand.
"Time to die motherfuckers!" Clay yelled as he stabbed and slashed at the men.
Carson moved to pull his pistol to aim at Clay but fell over screaming and grabbing his crotch as a shot fired off from the roof.
"Dick shot!" James yelled as he jumped down from the roof.
The world devolved into Chaos as people began to throw themselves at the cops. Several people jumped on top of them with their hands still behind their backs or ran into them to knock them over while Clay continued killing anything wearing a uniform. Derek jumped up and pulled his hands underneath him to have them in front of him, put the cuffs over the back of one of the cop's heads, and began choking him.
Kiera screamed as she kicked one of the cops in the face that had been knocked to the ground and Squirrel came racing over to bite him in the family jewels, then stood in front of Kiera protectively, his first foe already dead.
Green magic emanated from behind DeeDee's back as vines erupted from the ground to grab one of the cops who had a gun pointed at her. They wrapped around his wrists and pulled his arms to his sides. Graham ran over and dropped-kicked the struggling officer in the chest like a WWE wrestler. There was a crunch as the man's sternum broke from the impact. Graham landed on his side knocking the wind out of him. But like the fighter he was, he rolled over, stood back up, and began kicking the man.
James ran around shooting each one of the officers he could find in the dick screaming dick shot after each round he fired. Bobby was stomping on Carson's chest as he lay there screaming in pain, still clutching his crotch, while trying in vain to roll away from Bobby.
"You son of a bitch! I'm gonna make you regret the day you were born you sick fuck!" Bobby yelled at the man on the ground as he continued to lay into him.
One by one, the officers were killed, most of them horribly as the group's hands were confined for the most part. Except Carson. Bobby continued to kick the man in the sides, prolonging his torment. He had tried to grab at his gun, but Bobby had stomped down on his hand, breaking it, and then kicked the gun away.
When the scene became calm again, James gathered the keys from one of the dead officers and went to unlock everyone's handcuffs. Tom rubbed at his wrists for a moment as he walked over to Carson.
"Now, you sick son of a bitch, I think you should empty your inventory before we kill you off," Tom said.
Carson, for his part, looked up angrily at Tom and spat at him.
"Go to hell," he said.
"Oh, I probably will, but not today. I think I'm going to enjoy this." Tom said. "You see, we don't need your stuff. So what we do with you is no concern of mine. And since, as you said, all that went out the window with law and order, there is no jail to take criminals like you to. And we can't just let you go. You'll just terrorize someone else. Because that's just what monsters like you do."
Tom stood up, pulled a potion from his inventory, and gave it to Kedron, who was still holding his leg from the gunshot. Drinking it, the wound began to heal immediately. Once it had closed over Tom reached out a hand and helped the man stand.
"He's all yours," Tom said and walked back inside the credit union.
A single gunshot rang out from the parking lot. Tom knew what it meant. He hadn't wanted to see it though. It still felt wrong to kill humans. Even if they were the scum of the earth like Carson. But he knew he couldn't let the man go. Some of the others came back in to join Tom.
"We should pack up and go. Find a place between towns to stay." Tom said.
"Alright," was all Derek said.
Everyone picked up their things and they prepared to load up in the vehicles. No one said anything as they had to search the dead bodies for the keys to the police vehicles to move them so they could get out.
As they were beginning to pull away three more cop cars pulled up. Six men in uniform jumped out of the car and began to fire at their vehicles.
"Cover fire now James!" Derek called.
Standing up in the middle of the vehicle through the sunroof Derek was opening, James aimed at them and started shooting. A blue light enveloped the Hummer and bullets began to bounce off of some kind of barrier around the car.
Tom reversed out of the parking spot and put the vehicle in drive, ramming one of the cruisers as the cops beside it dove out of the way to avoid being run over. Derek and Graham wasted no time waiting for him to stop and hopped out of the moving car, weapons in hand and shields out in front of them, moving toward the rolling officers. Jay slid out of the other side door opposite Graham and ran along the side of the vehicle then threw a couple throwing stars at the other cops.
They had to duck behind the door of the vehicle to avoid being hit, and he used this to run around one of their doors and stabbed the officer taking cover there in the side with his ninjato. Screaming, the officer fell to the ground as the wound began to bleed far worse than it should have from a normal stab wound, the extra bleeding effect taking hold.
On the opposite side, the other officer looked through the open doors at Jay, aimed his weapon, and began firing. Jay ducked behind the rear door to avoid being hit by the bullets. Ramming through the door and into the officer, the Hummer brought a swift end to that officer and the one next to him as the open doors to the vehicles were slammed shut on their bodies from the impact.
Seeing that all his comrades had been killed or were being killed, the last cop's eyes went wide and he ducked into his car to try to flee. As he put the vehicle in reverse and started to leave, a shot rang out and hit him in the back of the head through the windshield. Four more shots rang out as the vehicle continued to reverse until it hit the sign for the credit union.
"Damn. Missed the dickshot." James said.