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Irwin Dundee sat at the top of the building next to Legion Square. No one from his club was awake, and all his friends that were awake were busy. He watched the cars drive by and people walking around. They all had their own lives, own stories, it just made him feel so helpless. Lost. Was this how Barry felt when I was gone?
Cayo Perico. He spent two damn weeks on his own trying to survive and find his way back to Los Santos. He remembered the beating sun, the continuous throbbing in his head, the constant dehydration. The only thing that kept him alive at the time was the chance to see his friends again. His club. His husband. But now none of them are around, and he didn't know what to do anymore.
Racing was dead. He was in debt, all his money went into Barry's bank, not his, so he barely had enough money to live with. Never invited to banks. What was there to do as a criminal anymore? Dundee let his legs dangle off the building as he sat, feeling the slight breeze the cloudy day brought in.
No one noticed him sitting on the roof. He even got first-class seats of the Fleeca Bank below him getting robbed, the cops chasing after them. He was invisible, and not in the way he wanted to be. He felt empty. Hollow. Alone. Discarded.
Dundee was tempted to call up Baas and ask to be ocean dumped again. To see if anyone would care if he were dead. It'd be a miracle if he survived that again. Hell, he's surprised that he lived past his teens. It's scary when you see someone older in a gang, it shows you how strong they are.
Dundee sometimes wondered if he would be a cop if he was raised differently. It's hard to think of, so he never dwelled on it for long, just a quick thought and then clearing his head.
Barry. His husband. They had one big argument and Barry decided to lock himself in his apartment for a while. Leaving him alone. That's what hurt the most. Just a few words said between the two of them and they both lock themselves into their apartments.
His face hurt. Wounds still fresh from what a fucking dragon did to him. He lightly traced the scars across his face. Sure he'd had scars over dumb things before, but all this just for a chain? His hair was burnt off. He missed his hair, but at least he still had his beard. He was worried that was going to be gone soon, too. Just like everything he liked.
Did he dare talk to Riley or Malaki? No, they had been manipulative He couldn't trust them again. He couldn't trust anyone, really.
Ring Ring
Riley
What the fuck did she want? He accepted the call but didn't say anything. Neither did Riley, so he hung up.
Ring Ring
Riley
Why was Riley calling him again? She didn't say anything before, why would she say anything now? He wanted to decline the call, but he had to talk to someone. It was sad that he trusted Riley more than any officer after all the shit that went down.
"Hey, Dee. Whenever you're not busy, can you come to the Roosters? Mal and I have to tell you something."
Riley hung up before he could say anything. Why did she want to meet up with him? She knows that they're not on good terms, hell, he trusted a complete stranger more than her.
He sighed, holding his phone over the ledge, tempted to drop it. He did. Dundee watched as the phone faded into a small spot on the sidewalk below, right in front of a local. He watched as the local took out her own phone and took a picture of it.
Dundee shut his eyes tight, he doesn't know what to do. He hates cops, so he could shoot them, but that's not the best reason to shoot them, and he doesn't want to be shot himself. It would just be the cherry on top of the worst week of his life. Well, not the complete worst, but close.
Dundee heard footsteps behind him and stiffened. He opened his eyes and ran a hand through his mohawk. The person sat down next to him and he immediately recognized that it was an officer. The tan of the BCSO shirt and vest with that gave it away.
"Go away." The cop tensed at the voice but relaxed a moment later.
"My name is Edward Thatch from the BCSO, people call me Moosebeard," Moosebeard held out his hand for Dundee to shake.
"The fuck are you doing here?"
"This is where I go on my lunch break to eat lunch. I noticed you were up here and decided to talk to you."
"You really want to mess with me right now? I'm not in the mood, Moosebeard."
"Fine, we had a suspicious activity call here and I went to check it out, found nothing, so I went to clear the roofs and saw you," Moosebeard saw no point in lying, even if what he said before was true.
"No one looks up anymore, because everyone is trapped to social media and are always looking down now." Dundee sighed and glared at Moosebeard. "Why should I trust a word you say, coppa dog."
"Fine," Moosebead stood up and Dee heard him walk away and climb down the ladder. The screeching of his tires as the cadet drove away. Dee had almost wanted him to stay, to get some form of socialization, some attention, but he had no reason to trust the people who end up fucking him over again and again.
Dee wished he didn't drop his phone. He wanted to throw something, and his phone would've been the perfect thing. He had a gun he could throw, but he needed it to protect himself. It was him against Chang Gang because none of his members ever woke up anymore.
He watched as an ugly green car parked across the street and the person in it walked across the street, almost getting hit by a car while they were in the crosswalk. Sirens faded into Dee's ears, getting louder and louder. He wondered if they were for him, for tresspassing. He watched as the criminal was pitted into Legion Square, right into where the small memorial for Boe, Michael, Misty, and David's names were. He noticed that every time he drove by the memorial there was a surfboard. He didn't put them there, so Dee liked to think that his late younger brother, Dazza, put them there for them to enjoy.
The criminals are running around, car disabled, with the cops chasing after them. He just wanted peace and quiet, not endless sirens. Dee guessed sitting on a building by MRPD wasn't the smartest idea.
Someone sat beside him again. Moosebeard. Out of uniform.
"I said to leave me alone," Dee was annoyed. Annoyed with the sirens, Moosebeard, life, Chang Gang.
"Talk to me, Irwin. I'm not in uniform, I'm not on duty. I'm just a normal civilian."
"I'm not talking." Dee glanced at Moosebeard.
"Then let me tell you something," Moosebeard sighed, he hadn't told anyone this before. "I used to be a pirate, before this city, before anyone in this city existed."
Dee raised an eyebrow. He was bullshitting for sure. Alive before anyone in this city existed?
"I know it's hard to believe, but I understand being a criminal, somewhat. I know you won't snitch to cops, but I'm not a cop right now. I swear I won't use anything you say against you, put it in your MDW, or tell any other cops."
"Why?"
"Because I know how you feel. I had a crew of my own that abandoned me, died. Hell, I don't even know how I'm still alive."
"What's the point of being in a club that's never there?" Dee blurted. He couldn't help it. No one in his club was awake unless you counted hangarounds. But hangarounds weren't part of the club.
"You tell me. You're their leader, maybe you need to change something for them to follow you. For them to trust you. That's what I did wrong. Now, I have a clean slate. I became a cop. To stop others from being abandoned, to stop people from harming each other. Not to stop crime. And I knew that becoming an officer of the law would be more effective than trying to be a criminal or civilian to stop them."
"I tried working you cops and nothing came of it. I trusted them to take care of your corrupted officers, instead, one of them became Chief of Police. Aren't you supposed to prevent crime, deescalate situations?"
"Yes," Moosebeard knew where this question was headed, and he didn't know if he was ready to face the truth.
"Then why do your protocols end up doing the exact opposite. I mean," Dee sighed. "I know you cant just let criminals go free, but if we're asking for much less and have a hostage, it's reasonable to let us do that. I've shot so many hostages because one time, just one, you dogs went behind our backs and as soon as the hostage was safe you shot us down. So I turned back around and shot the hostage to make sure you dogs understand we're serious."
"I understand. I messed up when you pulled in to Otto's Auto's the other day. I should've made sure the hostage got out safe. It wasn't an incredibly ridiculous demand, but my superiors said we couldn't let that happen."
"Then work your way up the ranks and change the cops for the better. Make sure you don't get overlooked. Take charge."
"What happened with Baas, Irwin?" Moosebeard listened to what Dundee said. He'll try and change the PD if he passes his final evaluation, but he came here to talk to Dundee, about what's going on with Dundee, to get things off of the criminal's chest. He saw everyone as human, no matter how bad they messed up.
"You don't want to know."
"I want to understand why you hate us officers so much you shoot us nearly every day. I want to understand from your point of view."
"Long story short-"
"Long story. I want to know the context behind everything. Know why it all happened."
It felt nice for Dundee to talk to someone, even if it was a cop, well off-duty cop, but still a cop nonetheless. He explained what happened, starting with the judge, ending with taking things into his own hands, and torturing Pond as an effect of what happened, causing Bundy and Pond to try and talk to him.
"Wow. I had no idea that any of this had happened. I can see why you're doing this. We made you as you are right now. I'll take to my superiors to see if we can do anything about it and when I'm hired I can actually take action on the corruptness of the PD."
"I moved on. I even forgave Baas for what that fucker did."
"If you forgave him then what's got you so down?"
"A gang was up in my turf so we rocked up on them, they shot first, we got them down, robbed them. Gave them their shit back and warned them what will happen if we don't get contacted ahead of time. We even gave them back the shit they were pushing, and they've still declared war on us.
"The only shit I learned is to listen to my instinct. Ocean dump them, don't help them. It'll take care of the problem rather than letting them live and coming back to bite my ass. It's happened too much now. because of that my boy's aren't waking up, the only people around are hangarounds, who I don't even know half of them, and Ch- the gang we're up against is demanding 100k to stop the fucking war."
"That's messed up."
"There's literally nothing to do for me anymore. I can't really do anything because I give all the money we make to someone else and he hasn't been waking up. Fuck. I just fucking dropped my phone off the building!"
Moosebeard passed his phone to Dee. "Take mine. I have an extra one anyway."
"Thanks, Moosebeard. You're not a half-bad cop," He remembered Riley wanted to meet up with him. "I have to go meet up with someone."
"I'll go get back on duty and try and talk to Bundy, see if I can do anything about any of it."
Dundee got up and walked away, letting Moosebeard sit there to his own thoughts. Moosebeard didn't know any of that happened to Dundee and understood the criminal so much more now. He had to tell Bundy that Dundee talked with him about what happened with IA and ask if there's anything he could do about the corruption. He heard that Croc was given strike points and almost sent off duty for yelling at a superior for being drunk, but ended up not getting striked. He was surprised Martell wasn't sent off duty for being drunk on the job.
Dundee climbed down the ladder and stairs then hopped on his Cliffhanger.
Ring Ring
Edbert
Edbert was calling him.
"Hello?"
"Hello, sir. Just wanted to let you know that I am around if you need anything."
"Thanks, Edbert. Could you meet me at Roosters Rest? Someone wants to meet up with me there and you're the only one I know is awake."
"You okay, sir? You sound kind of down."
"I will be Edbert, don't worry about me."
"Affirm, sir. I'll be there in a minute or two."
"See you then," Dee hung up and sped through the streets of Los Santos. He stopped at apartments to change into sleeveless kuttes, and as a last-minute decision, if anything happened to him, added Edbert as an emergency contact next to Barry, Pez, Collin, Wolfie, and Chain. He weaved through alleyways on his bike, taking as long as he could to get to Roosters Rest. Wearing his kuttes usually brought him pride for the club he started, but he just felt empty. The fuck did Riley want with him? He pulled up at Roosters just as the sun was setting. Edbert was standing beside his own car, saluting at Dee.
"I'm here, sir!"
"Thanks, Edbert. Let's go in. I have to meet with someone, but I don't know what its about so I want backup."
"Ok, sir."
"No guns out inside though."
"Ok."
They walked up the stairs and into the restaurant, guns in their holsters. Edbert walked a few steps behind and to the right of Dee, surprised he was even with him. The Prime Minister of the club he wanted to join invited him as backup for something. Dee was glad Edbert didn't ask about his appearance. His pink scalp from getting his hair cut and burned off. The deep red scars across his face. Scars from K ran down to his elbow, and across his chest. He wore those scars as a badge of honor, even though he was ashamed of them.
"Dee! You actually came!" Riley exclaimed, looking all too happy to see him. Dee stiffened as she went in for a hug.
"Don't touch me."
"You haven't changed a bit have you?" Malaki smiled. Dee looked up and glared at him. "What the fuck happened to your face? You look uglier than you usually do."
"Why the fuck am I here?" Riley and Mal stared at Dee's face. The scars from K still prominent on his face, hair gone.
"Let's go to the back." Riley leads them to the back.
"Edbert, stay here. I should be fine. I have a feeling this is meant to be a private conversation." Dee followed them into the back as Edbert saluted and stood outside the doors to the back. "Why do you want to talk to me?"
"Just sit down, here's some Ramen and Tea for you."
Dee looked at them skeptically before taking a sip of the tea he was given. He sat down on a bench around what he guessed was the meeting table. Riley and Mal put their guns on the table and motioned for Dee to do the same. He put his DB on the table, but he had an extra piece in his boot if he ever needed it.
"Why am I here?"
"Mal, stand by the door to make sure no one overhears us," Riley cleared her throat. "I want to know how my- how the club is going."
"Why do you want to know about the club. You have nothing to do with us!" Dee clenched his fist that wasn't holding his tea. "You don't get to know what the club is up to."
"Well, I guess it's a good thing we're doing this then, Mal?" Riley smiled as she said that in an unnaturally sweet tone. Dee knew something was wrong then, but it was too late. He was knocked out by Mal. "Let's get him into the trunk before the other fuck notices that were gone."
Malaki grunted as he picked up Dee and brought him outside through the back door. The sun was down now, so no one could see them carrying Dee to the trunk of a car.
"He should've just let me take care of the club, instead he manipulates the club into being against us."
Meanwhile, Edbert noticed that the muffled chatter had stopped. He opened the door, which they'd stupidly left unlocked, and walked inside. They were gone. The only sign of them ever being there was a broken teacup on the ground with tea spilled and the lukewarm ramen. They have been gone for a while. he tried to call Dee, but he wouldn't pick up. He tried calling any of the members of BBMC that had a jacket, none were awake. He called Junior.
"What's up?" Junior asked.
"We have a problem," Edbert was panicking. Did he just lose the Prime Minister of his club? Well, he wasn't part of the club yet, hell he might stay a hangaround forever. He might die for getting the PM get kidnapped.
/\/\
Dee woke up in a closed space. A trunk. He could feel every little bump of the road, every time the car took a turn. His hands were tied and tape was over his mouth. He stared at the little latch in the corner of the car. The latch that was put there in case someone was kidnapped, but he couldn't reach it unless he could get his shoes off and use his feet, but that'd be too hard. The last thing he remembered was talking to a cop then getting on his bike. Did he fall off his bike and someone decided to kidnap him?
He felt something in his back pocket. His phone. They forgot to take his phone off him. Now if he could escape his restraints he could text someone to help him. He shuffled around in the trunk, trying to get a good position to break through the ropes around his wrists. He slowly gets them looser. He felt his phone fall out of his pocket. He shuffled around more and grabbed his phone with his fingertips. He had to be quick, he didn't know when they were going to stop. he texts his most recent contact added to his phone.
Dont cal help ping?
947
U get tht
Yep
Dnt now were am. ill keep ping u
I'll get there as fast as I can, keep notifying if possible.
k
Dundee couldn't see what he was typing that well, so he misspelled it, not like he could spell in the first place. He didn't know who was texting, but he was hoping it wasn't his kidnappers. It could be Chang Gang, as they are at war, well, sort of. It's confusing. He felt the car stopping and heard a door shut. He quickly pinged the person one more time and kicked his phone in the corner, hoping his kidnappers wouldn't see it. He struggled to get the ropes around his wrists off to make it look like he just woke up not that long ago and was trying to escape.
He was blinded by the trunk opening and someone grabbed him and pulled him out. A man and a woman. He didn't know any women CG so he didn't think this was CG kidnapping him. But if it wasn't CG, who was it? They were both blacked out.
"Who the fuck are you?" Dee demanded, even though he wasn't really in the position for demanding things.
"None of your business," voice changers. "Stand up."
Dee tried to look around to get some clue of where they were, but the woman just put a blindfold around him. All he'd been able to see was a bunch of green, somewhere up north, he was guessing. He was dragged across the dry grass and dirt, and into a building.
"Here he is," the woman said.
"Perfect," the new person didn't have a voice changer, and Dee recognized that voice. A fucking cop working with criminals? Criminals working with cops? He didn't know which way round it was, but he was surprised to hear a cop's voice.
Dee was pushed into a chair, where his blindfold was taken off. He was met face to face with, Bundy. Bundy! Dee was surprised that it was Bundy of all cops with him. Then again Bundy did inform him what he did to Barry's house and what he thought about doing to him. Shit. That's why he was here. Bundy wanted revenge for what he did to Pond.
"The fuck?" Dee slurred. He felt tired. Why was he so tired? Must be the side effects of whatever drug Riley and Malaki drugged him with, but he didn't know that.
"Surprised, Irwin?" Bundy asked. Dee knew for sure that this was Bundy then. He was one of the few people who called him Irwin. "You know, you have a lot of people against you. Cop or not."
Bundy gestured around them. There were a few others there, but not many.
"You know, 'd think there'd be more o' ya," Dee surveyed the group. Some of them looked uncomfortable being there based on their stance. "But 'guess not ev'ryone a snitch, workin' with ya dogs."
At this a few people shifted in their spots, two of them left, not wanting to be labeled as a snitch if Dee found out who they were. Only Riley, Malaki, Bundy, and two others remained. All of them masked up, except Bundy.
"You know, Irwin, Pond told me she had to look into your eyes while you tortured her, so I'm deciding to do the same."
"You're jus' makin' it worse for the other coppa's by doin' this," Dee stared at Bundy, who held his gaze. "No worse than your corrupt friends. No worse 'an me."
Bundy slapped Dee. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't just let his friend's torturer go with just simple charges he's already got on his record. "I'm better than you, Irwin, because you senselessly went and tortured Pond because she insulted you. I'm just retaliating. Why not do it in the same place?"
"Yeah, 'cause you're never the first to act," sarcasm dripped from Dundee's voice.
/\/\
Edward Thatch made his way up to Grapeseed, where he'd gotten the last ping from Irwin Dundee. Why would Dundee be texting him to help of all people? He'd given him his phone number if he ever needed to contact a cop, but he didn't think he'd be speaking to him so soon. He knew Dundee couldn't spell that well, but the urgency was still there in his texts.
He was all the way across the island when he'd gotten his first ping, but he was going as fast as he could, about 128 mph because his car was fucked. When it stalled out one more time and broke the car he had to take it to Harmony to get it fixed before he could get up to Grapeseed, which delayed him for 10-20 minutes, 15 minutes since Dundee had pinged him last. There was a thought in the back of his mind that this could be a trap, but he didn't want to believe it. It looked like he was genuinely in trouble, and he'd said that none of his friends are around.
He did say that he had to meet up with someone before he left, so maybe the people he was meeting up with him set him up. Like half the town was against Dundee, so both options were possible. He checked where Dundee had sent his last ping, right by the Grapeseed torture spot. Didn't he torture Pond there? Moosebeard pulled up his MDW and looked up Dundee. Holy fuck this guy has a lot of charges, a lot of attempted murder of LEO. He looked at the report. He was right, Dundee had tortured Pond up in Grapeseed.
Was he next? What had he done to piss Dundee off? Or was Dundee really in trouble? He paid for his repairs, jumped in his car, and made his way up to Grapeseed. Lights on, but sirens off, Code 2. He parked across the street and ran towards the torture spot. He pulled out his glock and held it up, surveying the area. He opened the door and made his way down, keeping an eye out for cameras or anyone keeping watch. Clear. He quietly opened the back door where he heard muttering. He slowly made his way to the other door and kicked it open, gun ready in his hands.
The sight he saw sickened him. Moosebeard didn't know what he hated more. The fact that someone was bleeding out on the ground, a miracle that they were still alive, or that it was Bundy standing over the body, knife in hand, alone. He dropped his hands in shock, gun hitting the floor with a clink. Bundy noticed Moosebeard then and dropped his knife.
Moosebeard picked up his gun and pointed it at Bundy. "Hands up, sir."
His voice was steady, though his hands weren't. Bundy put his hands up. Moosebeard was a solo cadet, he could get fired easily, meaning Bundy could fire him for arresting an officer. Bundy let Thatch cuff him. Thatch took pictures of the scene and got on the radio. There was an 80 going on.
"Break, 606 needs a 52 up in Grapeseed, at the torture spot. I've got a 47 here that has a low pulse. Could I also get a 77 to secure the area," Moosebeards voice shook now.
"Affirm 413 is 76." Pond's voice was quiet, rough. It was still hard for her to talk.
"Pond are you sure you want to come up here?"
"Yes," Pond knew the feeling of being down there, and she wanted to be there to help the person recover.
"EMS Enroute."
Moosebeard knelt down next to Dundee. His face was mangled more than it was an hour ago, he was unrecognizable. An ear, tongue, eye, and a few fingers and toes were set in a bucket. He felt sick to his stomach. Lines ran down Dundee's arms and legs from a knife, and a stab wound in his stomach. His feet were burned to the point of just burnt bone. Thatch was kneeling in a pool of blood, it was a miracle Dundee still had a pulse.
Pond made it on scene before EMS. She brought down a first aid kit for whoever was inside. She was getting a panic attack as she went down there, but she ignored it with difficulty and kept going. Just being there again made her feel sick. She remembered being brought down here, every bit of pain inflicted upon her. It hurt to be back down there, but she had people to help.
She walked inside to see Moosebeard knelt next to a body. The second thing she saw was Bundy cuffed in the corner, blood along his arms and on his face. Her breathing shallowed. She could only guess that it was Dundee on the floor. Bundy said he'd help her with Dundee, but she didn't mean for him to do this.
"Bundy, what the fuck did you do?" Pond knew there were corrupt cops, knew what Bundy wanted to do, but said he wasn't. But he did. It hurt so much for someone who she thought she trusted to go against her. She told him to leave Dundee alone, that they'd create a case against him. Pond stepped forward, stepping in a thick pool of crimson, and handed the first aid kit to Moosebeard. Pond got on her radio, voice shaking. "388 from 413?"
"388 sent it."
"Could you get up to Grapeseed? I need to talk to you."
"EMS 23 in Grapeseed, am I clear to come down?"
"Affirm, let's swap to channel 3."
"Yes, you're good." Pond looked at Dundee and switched channels. "Radio Check?"
"10-2. I'm just passing Bolingbrook, I'll be there soon."
"Affirm," Pond looked around at all the blood. "Is that who I think it is?"
"It's Dundee," Moosebeard confirmed. "He was texting me, asking for my ping, it sounded urgent so I gave it to him and he continuously pinged me until about a block from here. I had to guess where he went from there. I don't know why he was talking to me though when there's literally anyone whos not a cop he could've contacted."
"Did you just give him your number today?"
"Yeah, we had a talk earlier on the roof of the building next to Legion Square."
"You're the newest number he has, so it was quickest for him to contact you."
"That would make sense," Moosebeard said. EMS walked in then. His eyes widened, and he went white, but he kept his composure.
"Let's get him stable and to Pillbox," the EMS said.
"Did you get pictures of the scene?"
"Yes, but I haven't collected evidence," Moosebeard was helping the EMS get Dundee stable while Pond collected evidence. A surplus amount of blood on the floor, a knife, and a blowtorch were found on Bundy's person. Bundy didn't talk, he just stared at Pond. He did this for her! How could she not see that! He got payback for her!
"I'll," Pond took a deep breath it was hard for her to be back down here. "I'll get an incident report set up."
Ponds hand shook as she opened her MDW and created a new Incident report.
Grapeseed Torture of Irwin Dundee- 10/2/2021
LSPD Report
2021-10-2
Reporting Officer
@413 Snr. Officer Lily Pond.
Assisting Officers: 606 Edward Thatch
Suspects: 451 Jeffery Bundy
Victims: Irwin Dundee
Witnesses:
Location: Grapeseed Torture
Debrief:
Snr. Officer #413 Lily Pond
413 L.Pond was responding to a 77 request from 606 E.Thatch up in Grapeseed. Upon arrival 413 L.Pond went down to the torture room where 413 saw Moosebeard attending to a downed person (picture Downed Individual ). 413 noticed 451 J.Bundy cuffed in the corner with blood all over him (picture Bundy on Scene ) and a knife and blowtorch in his pocket (see pictures Bundy's Possessions #1 and Bundy's Possessions #2 ).
"Oh shit," Pond looked up from her MDW to see Dark surveying the scene.
"There's an incident report up, labeled Grapeseed Torture, if you want to look what we got so far."
"Moosebeard could you help transport the individual to the ambo?" The EMS asked. Moosebeard stood up and nodded. He was covered in blood, as was the EMS.
"Do you need me to keep him stable in the ambo?"
"Yes, he's in critical condition."
"I'll drive you back up to your car later, Thatch."
"Thanks, Pond."
Moosebeard and the EMS roll out while Pond and Dark stood in silence. Pond opened her MDW and continued her report.
A few days ago 451 J.Bundy had told 413 L.Pond that he had wanted to do what Irwin Dundee had done to 413 a week ago. 413 told him to calm down and go the legal way, which they had both agreed upon. 413 L.Pond had spoken to Dundee off duty about what happened and told her about an incident he had with 423 S.Baas. 451 confirmed what Dundee had said and they confronted 423 where 451 relaid his violent intentions for the second time.
Pond hit save and made sure to copy and paste it to a personal doc in case Bundy went and deleted the whole incident report.
"Holy fuck," Dark said. Dark turned to Bundy. "Why did you do this?"
Pond couldn't listen in, couldn't stay there any longer. She told Dark she was headed to Pillbox and left.
/\/\
Moosebeard sat in the back of the ambulance watching the mangled body of Irwin Dundee carefully. He had a warrant out for his arrest, but when did he not? His vitals were stable enough to move him into the ambulance and into Pillbox, but you never know if he'll flatline so Moosebeard kept an eye on him, watching his breathing, his heart rate. Pink seeping through the bandages on his arms and legs. Knife still in his stomach to keep some of the blood in.
Moosebeard found it hard to believe this was the same person he spoke to about an hour ago. He guessed the meeting didn't go well. It must've been a setup to get Dundee alone. Moosebeard opened up his MDW to write his part of the report, keeping an eye on Dundee.
Grapeseed Torture of Irwin Dundee- 10/2/21
Solo Cadet # 606 Edward Thatch
Earlier in the day, 606 E.Thatch spoke to Irwin Dundee off duty because 606 saw a man sitting on top of a building. Dundee refused to talk to 606 on duty so he went off duty and they had a civilized conversation. Dundee said that he had to meet up with someone and left 606 alone. 606 gave Dundee his phone number before Dundee left so he could contact 606 if need be.
Later 606 E.Thatch received multiple urgent texts from Irwin Dundee asking for 606's ping. 606 gave it to him and he was continuously pinged as Dundee was moved north, stopping close to the Grapeseed torture pit. 606 E.Thatch's car broke on the way up and had to get it fixed in Harmony, leaving a 15-minute gap between receiving Dundee's last ping and finding Dundee.
606 E.Thatch Code 2'ed up to Grapeseed and parked across from the torture location. 606 held his PD-issued class 1 and cleared the rooms. 606 entered the last door, where victims were tortured, and saw 451 J.Bundy standing over Irwin Dundee with a knife in hand (See picture Bundy's Possessions #2). 606 detained 451 J.Bundy and looked over Dundee's condition. Dundee's body was mangled (see pictures Dundee on Scene, Dundee Stab Wound, Dundee's Burnt Feet, Dundee's Removed Body Parts, Dundee's Eye Hole, Dundee's Earless Left Side). 606 called for 77's and EMS to come down. 413 L.Pond responded to the 77 request and made her way up there.
Upon arrival, 413 L.Pond brought down a first aid kit and gave it 606 E.Thatch. When EMS arrived 606 helped the EMS stabilize Irwin Dundee, and agreed to ride in the ambulance with Dundee to make sure he stayed stable.
Moosebeard looked up at Dundee. His beard was gone, he was left with burns where his beard was. It'd been burnt off. The scars on his face reopened and more prominent. Moosebeard stood up and checked Dee's vitals. Low, getting worse by the minute. They pull up at Pillbox and Moosebeard hopped out. Leonardo Sand, the EMS, ran to the back and pulled Dundee out of the stretcher, and brought him inside.
Sand had seen people die from less than Dundee, this is about the worst he's seen. Emma was on duty, so Sand knew Dundee was in good hands. He carefully put Dundee on a bed.
"Emma how bad is the patient your working on?"
"Just a sprained ankle, why?" Emma turned around from Junior Meats, to face Leo. In the rush to try and find Dundee Junior had sprained his ankle. Edbert was standing by, watching Emma patch Junior up. When Emma saw Dee she froze, when she recognized who it was she put her shock aside and focused on her work. "Junior I'm gonna have to get back to you. Holy shit what happened."
Moosebeard held his class 1 in hand and stood guard of Dundee's body.
"Dundee, what happened to you?" Emma whispered. Edbert turned around at the word of Dundee's name. He relaxed, happy he knew where he was, but panicked when he saw how fucked up Dee looked.
"Dundee?" Junior asked, coming to the same realization as Edbert. He stood up, carefully shifting on his one foot and leaning on Edbert as they walked over. "What happened to him?"
"Will Dee be alright?"
"I am not allowed to disclose this information, sir," Moosebeard said. "Please stand back and let Dr. Gaine work."
"He needs to be admitted into the ICU after surgery. The amount of blood he lost and the trauma from his wounds is too much. Sand, can I get you on standby in surgery?"
"Of course."
They transported Dundee across the hall. Pond showed up and helped Moosebeard guard the surgery door. Pond was shaking, starting to regret going back up there, but she stayed strong. She wanted to help others that were tortured. She was still in shock that it was Bundy. She had told him that she didn't want anyone to go through what she did.
Pond didn't understand why Bundy had to do it. He told her he thought about it but promised not to do it. She didn't trust Bundy anymore, tempted to resign from the SCU, maybe even the PD with all the shit with Baas. An EMS helped Junior fix up his foot and they sat in the chairs across from the surgery room.
Edbert felt guilty. Guilty he let this happen to his Prime Minister. He should've pushed to be in the room with the two others, but he had to listen to Dundee.