Luke’s fate

“But what if she tells someone?” Golding protested, his eyes darting between the grinning bimbo Jackie and the smug look on Kelly’s face.

Kelly shrugged. “Nothing ventured nothing gained, lets go.” They pulled on their pants. Kelly and Golding stepped out of the booth into the dimly lit, smoke-filled VIP bar, their eyes scanning the room for Dredd. They spotted him at the main bar beyond the VIP chain and headed over to chat to him before they left.

“How was she?” Asked Dredd.

“She is one mighty fine peice of ass,” Kelly said.

“That she is. I tapped it myself. She’s a peach.” Dredd agreed.

“We have more work to do in our hunt for Rogers. We’ll let you know if we find him,” Golding assured Dredd. Dredd nodded as the cops left.

***

Half an hour and a quick drive later they were walking into the Broken Drum and looking for any signs of Luke the black market pill seller. They’d both had dealings with Luke before and knew him by sight. “There he is.” Kelly said as he went to sit in the booth opposite Luke. “I hear you’re the one to speak too about custom bimbo plus pills…”

Luke looked up at the two men, his eyes widening in recognition. He knew Kelly and Golding - they’d busted him of possession charges. “How can I help you officers?” He asked, his voice a little shaky. Then he saw Goldings gun. “We know what you did to Rogers. You can’t do that shit to cops and not expect us to respond in ****. You’re fucked you scumbag. Where do you keep those pills!”

“Pills?” Luke repeated. “You need a search warrant…”

“Listen up dumbass. I don’t need shit. This isn’t an arrest. I’m not reading you your rights. Like Jim Morrison said, this is the end my friend. Now Golding here will be just as happy to leave you in an alley with a bullet in the back of your head. Me, I’m more eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, bimbo for a bimbo Old Testament retribution guy. This is a choose your own adventure dumbass. So choose!”

Clearly this was ****. Looking down the barrel of Golding’s gun Luke broke. “They’re in my Humvee!” He said, licking his lips nervously.

“Take us there. Now!” Golding ordered, his hand tightening around the grip of his gun.

Luke obeyed immediately, Golding draping his suit jacket over his arm to hide his pistol and pressing it into Luke’s kidney roughly.

The three of them made their way through the crowded bar, Luke's heart racing with every step, gun on him the whole time. He had a feeling he'd made a mistake, a massive miscalculation, but it was too late to turn back now. The desperation in the air was palpable. The bar's neon lights cast eerie shadows across the their faces floor as they approached the rear exit. Outside, the alley was a quiet but for distant sirens, the occasional shout, and a steady drizzle that painted the scene with a morbid sheen.

Once they were at his Humvee, Luke fumbled with the door panel. "It's in here," he murmured, his eyes darting between the two cops.

Kelly took the lead, pushing Luke aside to looke. Inside, a small plastic bag filled with pills of various colors caught the light.

"Jackpot," he exclaimed, a malicious grin spreading across his face as he took out the bag and opened it to reveal a range of smaller labelled bags. "Which one did you give to Rogers?"

"These ones," Luke replied, his voice trembling.