Meat is Murder part2/3

Meat is Murder part2/3

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Bronkomoroni has a plan to catch his criminal, can he pull it off or will someone else have to die first.
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Bronkomoroni has a plan to catch his criminal, can he pull it off or will someone else have to die first.

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Submitted: April 14, 2017

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"Alright kid, we need a plan." Bronkomoroni asserted. "Lets work off what we know and catch this S-O-B."
"What exactly do we know sir? What did Jimbo tell you?" Binks inquired.
"Who's Jimbo?" Asked Bronkomoroni, a confused expression on his face. "Oh right, that kid manager." He realised. "I call him Junior, me and his pap go way back. He didn't tell me anything."
"I thought he looked suspicious, too cheerful if you ask me. And I heard you threatening him with a warrant, you can't tell me that was for nothing." The quick learning trainee pointed out.
"I thought he knew something but he didn't, stupid kid was on drugs. When I was a boy we used to make our own excitement, we had no need for illegal substances. The youth of today eh." Bronkomoroni went silent, contemplating the state of the world. He started again. "What we do know is that this guy kills people in animal costumes, we don't know why but we do know what and that's enough for us to go on."
"You've got a plan, haven't you sir?"
"Binks... did you say your wife worked in a fancy dress shop?"
"Yes sir, I told you on my first day sir, thank you for remembering." Binks was excited by the prospect of making friends with the boss, sharing things about their personal lives and getting a drink after work.
"Can you get me two rabbit costumes?"
 
The thick black smoke rose up, creating a dark, deadly cloud that covered the sky. Below, the crackle of flames became a backing track to the sound of the smashing glass of firebombs and explosions of canisters.
Three men stood in the street, shouting about ending the killing and of how their friends should be set free. They threw bottle after bottle, canister after canister, adding fuel to the fire and increasing the amount of damage the blaze would cause.
The sign on the burning building read:
Stan's Slaughterhouse,
biggest in Utopolis.
And on the building opposite the men had hung a banner which read:
Meat is Murder,
United we Stand,
and Save our Friends,
Big or Small, they're Grand.
 
"Sorry I'm late sir, got talking to a collegue about a massive fire at Stan's Slaughterhouse last night." Apologised Binks who was twenty minutes late when he entered the station's mess hall.
"It's alright kid. I know what it's like. You can get me a coffee as punishment." Chuckled Bronkomoroni who was happier than he should have been considering there was a killer at large.
"I've got the costumes sir but I could only get one bunny, the other is a chick. I hope that's alright."
"Yeah kid, it should be fine. It's funny isn't it, a caretaker died in that fire of yours. Meat is murder, ha. The definition of murder specifies human beings so their protecting life has ending one for some idiots thinking murder is the same as killing. Know the laws kid and you'll see the irony, maybe get a laugh."
"Ok sir, I'll check my notes. Why did you need the costumes?"
 
Two this time. An open location with lots of witnesses, this will get lots of attention for the cause. Lionel Bronkomoroni peered over his newspaper to get a better look at his targets.
He slipped his hand into his pocket to reassure himself that he had what he needed and felt the cold, sharp edge of the flick-knife The Commander had given him.
He put the newspaper down on the bench and stood up, hand in pocket.
Like an animal, Lionel could track his prey for days. Hunting with his father and brother while he was young had taught him how to stalk silently up to a target before pinning it down and creating that all important slice to the jugular vein.
He did this now with his arm around the chick's neck, thinking the bunny had its back to him.
 
Sergeant Bronkomoroni spun around, his fist flew towards the man that held his young partner. The fist connected and the attacker fell to the floor, unconscious.
He looked at the assailant on the floor and joked "ehr, what's up do- Lionel!"


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