Lies Of A Broken World – Chapter Six – Act III

Gary and Davey’s cruiser comes to a stop outside a large warehouse, they look at each other and back at the warehouse.

“This looks exactly like the last two places,” Davey says.

“We’ve got to check them all out, the sooner we locate Masters the better off everyone will be,” Gary says as he gets out of the cruiser, Davey follows him as they make their way into the warehouse. “Let keep it simple, just like last time, keep your commline open and check in regularly,” Davey nods his head to show he understands, and they both draw their blasters and head off in separate directions, slowly making their way through the building, checking each and every room for any signs of life.

“South section clean,” Davey says over the commline.

“I’ve got a few rooms left on my side,” Gary replies as he notices movement down the end of the corridor. “I’ve got movement!” Gary yells as he runs towards the location, a large cloaked figure leaps from out of the doorway and lands on Gary sending him sprawling to the ground.

“What are you doing in my web said the spider to the fly?” the figure says as he pins Gary to the ground, Gary forces his feet up between them and drives the figure off him and scrambles to his feet, he spins around to emptiness.

“I’m pretty sure I just made contact with Masters,” Gary says.

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get there, I’ve called it in, so we should have some sort of back up soon,” Davey yells as he run towards Gary’s location.

“I’ll try, but it might be out of my control,” Gary replies as the figure appears again from behind Gary and smashes him to the ground, and pulls him back to his feet, slamming him against the wall.

“How do you know my name? Who are you?” Masters asks.

“Detective Inspector Jackson, District-Three PD, and you’re fucked Masters!” Gary says. “We know you’re the fucker sending these people batshit crazy with that cocktail you’ve mixed up. Your little reign of insanity is over Masters, it would be a smart move for you to just come quietly, but if you don’t want to, that’s fine by me as well, because I’ve got a lot of tickets your arse has to pay.”

“That’s not going to happen,” Masters says. “Why don’t you taste my sweets, they are to die for.” He sprays Gary in the face with a chemical solution, and Gary tears at his face as he feels his eyes burn. “The feeling will pass in a few moments, and then together, we will burn this world down, so you can make your move forward, and grab those dreams and removed all those who oppose you in this world.”

Gary dives towards him and lets loose with a powerful right hook, that sends Masters crashing to the ground, but it only takes a second for him to be on his feet again.

“You’ve obviously been dipping into your candy jar.”

“Why are you still opposing me? I am the only voice you should hear now.”

“Maybe you’re just not my type,” Gary says as he charges forwards and tackles Masters to the ground, but he’s quickly thrown to the side and Masters lets out a piercing, high pitched scream.




The van powers down the road at speeds well above the limit, and the hapless driver should be well aware of the dangers that could result from drawing undue attention to himself, but the drugs in his system right now sedate that care and the care of the dangers he could face if he was found with the van’s cargo. But for him that fear will never be a burden, as he is killed instantly as the van slams into the oncoming cars.




“You should be mine, why are you not?” Masters says as he pins Gary to the ground, Davey crashes through the door and fires his blaster repeatedly into Masters, sending him crashing to the ground. Almost instantly Masters springs back to his feet and turns, screaming at Davey, Gary takes the opportunity of the distraction and lunges up and drives a hard-light blade up into his chest, he lets out another cry, this one of pain, and backhands Gary across the room.

“You have heard my cry, you have tasted my sweets, why are you not mine?” he says, Gary pulls himself to his feet and spits out a mouthful of blood.

“Because I’m already living my fucking dream life,” Gary says as he lays a powerful right and then a left across Masters’ face sending him to the ground in a heap, Davey tosses Gary his blaster and Gary places it to Masters’ head.

“It’s impossible h…” it’s then Masters notices the plugs in Gary’s ears and it answers his question.

“Let’s see if you’re as tough as your monsters,” Gary says as he fires several shots from his blaster at point blank range, removing Masters’ head. Gary falls to his knees and drops the blaster to the ground and Davey is quickly to his side.

“Are you ok?”

“I feel like shit, you can tell Jones his little cocktail worked a treat, although I’m pretty sure I’m going to need the bathroom real soon.”

“Don’t worry big guy the mediVan will be here in a few minutes,” Davey says as he sits next to his partner. “Can I ask you something?”


“Do you ever get sick of this?”

“Sick of what?”

“Sick of this, sick of fighting against a system that’s supposed to help us, a system where our own are dirtier than the criminals we’re trying to put away.”

“A long time ago, I hate to say this, but you become a little blind to it, you just do the best you can and make sure every fucker who comes before you pays their price.”

“Like Masters here.”

“That piece of shit didn’t deserve ice.”

“And others do?”

Gary looks at Davey a little concerned, but relaxes his look after a few tense moments, “Everyone deserves their time of judgment, sometimes it’s your decision and other times you leave it up to those upstairs.”

“When do you know which way to go?”

“When you have your blaster in your hand and they’re sitting at your feet, instinct will make the decision for you. If they live to face the judgment uptown, then so be it.”




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