The cops are here!

Two different major calls were going on right now, one laundromat on the east side of town was currently on fire after a robbery gone awry, and something big was happening at the Skye house on the opposite side of town. As Officer Dessa Barr raced down familiar streets towards the latter of the two, she wished she was heading to the fire.

Officer Dessa Barr was in her mid-thirties and had spent the last five years on the ****, four of those years as the unofficial "liaison" with the Skye family. They weren't bad people, and honestly Dessa could respect a single mother raising four daughters and working full time. It's just that said single mother had an absurdly high chance of being in the middle of some of the strangest and most chaotic events in town history. Including a very strange event where Alison Skye had single-handedly thwarted a terrorist bomb plot.

With Alison Skye's unusual penchant for causing mass debauchery, one specific cop was assigned to specifically respond to Skye family problems, and it had to be a woman. The men of the **** ended up either joining in the fun or getting shut out by the scarily capable matriarch of the Skye family. After Detective Jacobs was found hog tied and gagged in the back of his cruiser during a Halloween "brargy" (half brawl, half orgy) started by a drunk Alison Skye, it was deemed that a new "liaison" was needed, and it fell to Dessa.

Now, for the last two years, things had been relatively quiet. The youngest Skye daughter, Ivy, would get picked up occasionally after stalking her old high school gym teacher, toeing the literal line of the restraining order. (The girl had even brought a laser measuring tape to ensure she was always, at least, one inch away from the line.) She'd never actually do anything and was more than willing to be picked up, but would do so every so often. Dessa figured it was out of boredom. The other younger Skye girl, Iris would occasionally be found up a few tree or in the park a few blocks away past midnight, trying to either perform some sort of vaguely satanic/arcane summoning ritual or signal aliens with a tin foil array she'd made, so they could give her a 'gift.' Dessa figured since she never killed a chicken or made anything too satanic or dangerous looking, it wasn't that bad, and Iris always came along peacefully. Generally saying something along the lines of "If you're here, then that's the world signaling that's enough for tonight." If anything, Iris's penchant for the occult or sci-fi night events brought out some of the crazies in town. Generally either those who were fellow conspiracy theorists/occultists or just the weirder pervs in town who were trying to get into the young redhead's pants. On those nights Dessa picked Iris up early to spare the fools from the wrath of a Skye. That could be downright terrifying.

Either way, that was then, now something big was going down, and Dessa was glad she had backup coming with her. In the passenger seat was Dessa's rookie, Dee Greenwood, along with three more cars. It was her first year on the **** and was being assigned to be her partner, which Dessa was glad for. After Alison's sister, Britney and her three kids moved in with her, Dessa was certain that she'd be needing some support keeping track of the odd members of the Skye family. Especially that Max, without trying he caused trouble. Hell, it hadn't even been a full twenty four hours since Max, Alison's nephew, had returned home after being kidnapped for a day and a half. They hadn't even had a chance to go over and check and make sure the young man was alright.

Dessa sped up as much as she could as she started coming within a few blocks of the Skye house. Hopefully she'd get there first, since she knew most of the other cops won't approach the house if they can help it. The reputation and history of the matriarch inside enough to make the rest of the **** very wary to enter. God help any poor fool who pissed off "Captain" Alison Skye.