In a lavish penthouse a man who could be in his thirties is laying on a large bed with seven beautiful women sprawled all over it and he suddenly sits upright and grabs his head, a groan rumbling in his chest.
His white skin is replaced by red leathery skin, and his eyes glow a sinister red color while bag-like leathery wings unfurl from his back.
Images flash throughout his mind as the universe he is in expands out in front of his omniscient senses, "Well isn't this just lovely…I have a new landlord, what game are you playing…at Dad?" Lucifer asks as he looks up at the ceiling a glare in his eyes that doesn't lose any of its intensity even as he slowly returns to a more human appearance.
A beautiful dusky skinned woman in a tight fitting leather suit stumbles into the bedroom, "Lucifer, what's happening to us?"
"Ahh, Maze…you're being affected by dear ol dad's toying with the world and sending a transmigrator here."
"Wha-never mind if I kill this other worlder will my head stop pounding?" Maze demands an answer while taking out two gnarly looking curved knives.
"No Mazikeen…we won't be killing him, he's our new landlord and just a plaything in Dad's games just like you and I. No Maze, we're going to befriend him." At Lucifer's demure reply Maze lets out an annoyed huff as she sheaths her knives then proceeds to cross her arms underneath her breasts.
"Fine!" Maze huffs in annoyance then matches over to the bed and starts peeling off her leather one piece suit, grabs a blonde woman by her hair and brings her lips to her bare pussy lips.
"Make yourself useful, human." Maze barks a command to the now awake woman whose tongue flicks out of her mouth tasting the hot and horny demoness.
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Pulling into the underground garage area and then into a processing bay, "Alright Rookie, since today is your first day on the job I'm going to have you walk Riggs through processing suspects. While I go and talk to Captain Avery." Mutuargh says in a tone of voice that tells me he's feeling pretty slick.
"Aww, come on Rog let's do something fun with the kid instead?" Riggs turns around and looks at Roger Murtaugh like a little kid on Christmas morning who just got told he had to wait for the entire family to come over before he could open any presents.
"Riggs…don't give me that look, it doesn't work for RJ or Rianne it's not going to work for you!" Murtaugh's reply comes out gruff carrying hints of annoyance and amusement like one would have towards a sibling or a child.
"Ohh come on Rog, it's not fair to compare Rianne and RJ to me, they don't have nearly my level of magnetism." Riggs playfully replies and lightly elbows my arm, guessing his intentions. I turn around in my seat and try my best to mimic Riggs's facial expressions.
"Riggs, you have whatever the opposite of magnetism is!" Murtaugh gruffly replies but under mine and Riggs's combined might I can see cracks starting to form in his resistance.
"Please Detective Murtaugh, I want to learn how to be a badass from you, the realist badasses of the LAPD, before I go off to spend the next five years of my life being a patrol officer." The words just come to me and I see the moment Roger Murtaugh breaks from me stroking his ego.
"I am pretty badass aren't I?" Mutuargh asks in a self-assured manner and I notice Riggs trying so hard not to ruin the moment by busting a gut from laughter.
"Yeah you are, if it wasn't for your quick thinking and badass skills behind the wheel that armored truck would have landed back on its tires and drove away." Continuing to stroke Murtaugh's ego by unjustly flattering him I notice Murtaugh is starting to gain a bit of a blush.
"The kid's right Rog if it wasn't for your quick thinking to crash that Prius into that armored truck the bad guys would have gotten away!" And just like that all our progress melts away as Murtaugh sputters in offense, gets out of my truck and yells/grumbles.
"Have fun processing the perps." Murtaugh says as he…angrily power walks away from us and Riggs slings an arm over my shoulders, "Sorry kid…I blew it, we almost had him too! Come on, let's get this over with." Riggs sighs, the smile on his face becoming a little forced, following Riggs in getting out of my truck but not before going into the center console and grabbing out a business card and writing my personal cell number on the back of it with one of many pens found inside said center console.
Once we get all of the suspects/would be robbers, fingerprinted and I.D. The medical staff posted here looks at them…the suspects over before the suspects each get placed into different holding cells.
"I better go so I can make it on time to roll call, it was awesome working with you and Detective Murtaugh, Detective Riggs…hopefully we can do it again sometime. And if you two ever need my help with something, here's my business card. It's got my personal cell on the back." I hand Riggs one of my business cards I grabbed out of my truck earlier.
"Haa, thanks Walker…I have a feeling we're going to need your help enough that you'll regret giving me your cell number." Riggs jokes with a playful grin on his face as he offers me his right.
I take his hand and return the forms handshake, "It was good working with you today kid, if you change your mind and want to transfer here I was serious about getting our Captain Avery to make you mine and Murtaugh's Rook." With that said Riggs and I go our separate ways and I begin the drive to the Mid-Wilshire station.
"Wow, what are the chances…that I still managed to run into Lucy pushing her shit box to work?" My stunned exclamation rings out in the cab of my truck as I pullover in front of Lucy Chen's car, put my truck in park and hop out of the cab, take a few steps, jump up into the bed of my truck, open the toolbox and grab out two towing cables.
"Hey Silas…" Lucy looks to be trying to decide whether or not she's happy or annoyed to see me. From the memories that bubble up in my head it seems that she and my predecessor had a shit ton of chemistry and sexual tension but she went for the safe short term commitment Nolan offered over pursuing anything with me.
"Chen." I offer a nod and a friendly grin in reply as I hop out of the bed of my truck, then hook up the tow cable to my trailer hitch, before moving to Lucy's car and hooking it up.
"You don't have to do this Silas…I can handle it." Lucy tries to say but leans against her car, clothes sticking to her body from sweat produced by physical exertion.
"I know you can Chen, but today is our first day…and I'd rather not out perform all of you and win the bet so easily because you start off today on the back foot because you exhausted yourself pushing this eyesore to work." My words earn me a competitive glare and a punch to my bicep.
"She's not an eyesore, she's my baby." Lucy defends her 280Z that has a little too much character and a questionable service history.
A voice suddenly cuts in, preventing me from giving the teasing reply, "Hey, that's a nice ride." Looking over I see the thug Lucy busts during the pilot for trying to steal her car and threatening to rape her.
"Yeah she is…" Lucy and I both say at once both of us obviously talking about my truck and not her orange abomination/eyesore.
"I think I'm gonna have to…take it off your hands." The thug says as if he's reading from a script.
"Hold on a sec, which ride are you talking about, my truck or the orange eyesore?" I question and Lucy scoffs.
"My ride obviously, jeez Silas the world doesn't revolve around you and your truck!" Lucy's words might sound biting to most but I hear the playfulness in her voice.
"Sure it does-"
"Shut up both of you…I'm talkin bout the 280z, ain't nobody smart fucks around with Fords." The Thug cuts me off and Lucy lets out a little noise of victoriousness.
"So let me get this straight…you want to boost that shitbox of a 280z, that broke down probably six blocks ago…instead of the truck that has a sticker price of around a hundred and fifty thousand dollars?" The disbelief and annoyance is clear in my voice as I question this budget thug.
"Hey it was only two blocks!" Lucy defends her baby.
"But really, Y‐You're gonna…steal my car, the one that broke down two blocks ago?" Lucy questions this budget thug, her voice expressing her disbelief and amusement at our current situation.
"Yeah…and maybe I'll take you for a spin, too…baby." Budget Thug says as he lifts his shirt and shows off his revolver, at the sight of the gun I draw my side arm from behind my back.
"I'm Officer Walker with the L.A.P.D, and you're under arrest for intent to assault and intent to commit grand larceny slash grand theft of an automobile." My voice comes out as a loud commanding one and Lucy also pulls a sidearm from behind her back.
"I am Officer Lucy Chen with the L.A.P.D, remove your firearm from your waistband and set it down on the ground slowly, then take five steps backwards, turn around and lay down on the ground!" Lucy's voice approaches a shout and I can hear just how on edge she actually is now.
Budget Thug looks like he's about to rabbit, so I holster my sidearm and lunge catching him off guard, I put him in an arm bar and Lucy approaches slowly, and removes his revolver from his waistband.
"You really fucked up today…trying to boost a car not only in front of two cops, but one of them being the owner of the car you're tryin ta boost, fucking dipshit." My words come out as a chuckle, as I walk him over to and slam him against the hood of Lucy's car.
"Hey, don't abuse my baby…only I can do that!" Lucy grumbles, making me turn my head and roll my eyes at her in an over exaggerated manner.
"Come on Officer Chen, this is your collar." At my words Lucy gives me a look of reluctance not wanting to take all the credit for this arrest but, when I give her a reassuring nod, she shoots me a grateful grin and puts cuffs on the guy, and reads him his Miranda rights.
"Man this is bullshit." Budget Thug spits as though the words are a curse as I walk him over to the back of my truck, lower the tailgate and force him to climb in the back.
"Yeah, yeah sorry that we're arresting you for being a douchebag." My words carry a chuckle as I grab out the package of zip ties that Riggs and I used to secure the would-be armored truck robbers earlier and zip tie his ankles together then zip tie the cuffs to one of the six anchor points in the bed or my truck for hauling cargo.
With the prisoner secured away I hop down out of the bed of my truck and close the tailgate before looking at Lucy who is currently giving me a hella intense "fuck me right now!" Look.
"Come on, let's tow your clanker to the station, I'll shoot Alfred a text and have him take a look at her and see what needs fixin." I offer with a teasing grin and Lucy tries to look angry at me but the smile on her face and the hungry look in her eyes doesn't go away.
"I still can't believe you flew all the way to London just to hire a butler named Alfred…you Batman wannabe." Lucy teases and then practically skips to her driver's side door and gets in her car.
"You Tease." I mutter and hop back into my truck, "Call Alfred." I say out loud and my truck begins dialing Alfred's phone number.
"Sir, is everything alright? I saw the broadcast of your intervening in the high-speed chase of an armored truck!" The genuine concern and care for me in Alfred's voice is touching.
"Aye, I'm perfectly fine Alfred…thank you for worrying about me, I'm calling because Lucy's clanker broke down on her way into the station this morning and she just fended off a thug who wanted to steal her car and do unmentionable things to her. So to avoid this happening again I was hoping you could come get her car from the station with the flatbed and just take the day to fix what needs fixing so it can be a moderately reliable form of transportation for her to work."
"Dear me, of course sir…I'll come pick it up right away." Alfred replies and I hang up the call, 'Damn I'm glad Alfred is a skilled mechanic and former SAS Officer.
Twenty minutes later I pull into Mid-Wilshire station and am met by Alfred already being here with the flatbed.
"How the hell did he beat us here, and how in the hell did I not see him driving past us?!" My exclamation rings out in the cab of my pickup as I park near the flatbed so it would be easy to load Lucy's car into it.
Beside the flatbed is my or Silas's 370z Nisimo, getting out of my truck at the same time Lucy gets out of her car.
"Greetings Sir, Miss Chen…I have Sir's vehicle for you to borrow until I am finished completing the repairs to your vehicle for you." Alfred greets, takes Lucy's hand and presses the fob for my car into it Lucy looks like she wants to refuse but is too stunned to do so.
"Thanks Alfred, you're the best butler a man could ever hope for." I thank the man genuinely and I'm probably just imagining it but Alfred almost seems to glow from my praise.
"Come on Chen, we gotta get this guy booked and get ready for roll call. We have less than fifteen minutes to get everything done."
"Shit!" Lucy curses and gets the guy out from the bed of my truck, and the familiarity she seems to have with my truck's toolbox surprises me but then memories of loaning Lucy the toolkit I keep in the toolbox come to the surface of my thoughts.