The Tale of Hale's Angels (Contains Language)

[Zeltak]

January 25th 813A.S. - Boston Residential District - Planet Manhattan - New York System

[color=#699af5]"How is this guy going to help again?" Zane questioned, straightening up his tie and attempting to uncrease his suit.

"He has dirt on a major Rogue gang operating in Colorado, but the Police Officers he assigned to deal with it haven't acted" Dean replied, ringing the doorbell on the house marked '55'.

"He suspects dirty cops?"

"Yeah, they haven't been touched since he handed over the information" Dean clarified, a figure moved about on the other side of the door, "Now shut up and play it cool, we need this guy"

The door opened to reveal an elderly man, wearing comfortable, yet expensive looking clothing.

"Well hello there!" he beamed, "I'm Martin Greenwood, one of you two must be Dean..." he tried to figure out which of the two he had talked to on the phone,

"That's me, this is my partner Zane" Dean introduced them,

"Pleasure to meet you Mr Greenwood, sir" Zane leaned forward to shake his hand,

"Well come in then, we can talk in the living room" Greenwood beckon them in, closing the door behind them,

His house was small and quaint, and it smelled like someone was cooking something delicious. The atmosphere was warm, the decorations were out of date, but homely. He led them into the living room and offered them a seat.

"So you wanted my help in tracking down those dodgy officers eh?" Greenwood questioned, sipping some tea he had left on the coffee table,

"That's the idea, if you could gather up anything that can be of use, we'll track down both those bad coppers, and the Rodrigo scumbag" Dean assured him,

"Well, I'll do my best, but how can I be sure you aren't just going to ignore it like the last two?" Greenwood asked,

"Because we're not part of the shifty part of the squad, or the ignorant kind, we're looking to clean up the office before we work on the streets.." Zane informed him,

"Good enough for me I suppose, but I am a lawyer, I have defended some guilty men, what happens to me?"

"Doesn't matter, you're willing to help us now, and it's the jury's choice to let someone walk, you're just doing your job" Dean assured him again,

"Smart thinking detective, I'll be in contact" Greenwood smiled, sipping.