Unfinished Vigilante Story

"Yes Officer?"
"¿Te das cuenta de lo rápido que iban?"
"I am sorry sir I don't speak Spanish"
"Gringo follando.  you realize what speed you traveling?"
"Yes officer, I was going about 2 miles under the speed limit."
"Well around here you can get mauled at that speed"
"I'm sorry officer, I will go faster next time, I swear"
"There wont be a next time, kid. Im afraid i will have to take you in."
"What for? I was only going 33 miles per hour!"
"Ok you Americano buto, I'll cut a deal with you.  $600 dollars, and we can forget this whole thing."
"But... But I only have $50."
"Well then, I think we have a problem." He un holsters his gun. Perfect.
"OK, Okay! Fine, here's my wallet? See?" I hand him my wallet. He takes it still aiming his gun at me.
"Your smarter than I thought, gringo."
"You have no idea."
"What's this?  This isn-"
Vwoomp, The sound of the vacuum created as the bullet goes through the silencer sounds so good compared to the heavily accented sound that came out of the pitiful thing that this society calls the police.
"Goodbye Pedro." I said under my breath as I unscrewed the silencer and hid the pieces of the gun around the car to avoid customs officers.
Pedro Sanchez.  Police officer of Tijuana, Mexico.  Great lot of good he did his country. I've been watching him since I heard the stories about a police officer who mugged American tourists senseless.  I thought it was going to be a simple scare, but one night he went to far.  I had to watch in helplessness as he shot an infant in the head to prove he was serious to the mother.  That is when he decided his fate.  A kill for a kill, a cut for a cut. That's my motto.  I just really wish I could have inflicted as much pain as that mother suffered. But I wasn't to kill innocents.  He only had a girlfriend that he beat and raped on a daily basis.  In fact, I'm not quite sure, but a neighbor said that she was his cousin, my Spanish is very broken, and I only catch bits and pieces. He was a sick fuck either way.
Off to the portal of hell. I hated the border. It always made me anxious.  As did all traffic jams. I am the kind of guy that doesn't like to live like everyone else. If I had it my way, I would have a flying car to just fly over the traffic and avoid customs altogether.  But that reality is a few decades away, so I think I will wait.
Scooby dooby doo where are you?   Oh yay. It's Emily. Finally something to pull me out of the insanity that is traffic.
"Hello?"
"Rob? Where the hell are you? I've been waiting to cook dinner for 15 minutes!"
"I'm sorry Em. Traffic is not being cooperative today. Why don't you start dinner without me and I'll be there as soon as I can, ok?"
"Rawr. Fine. Just be home soon?  All right?"
"Will do Emily-Rose!"
"Ok, you asked for it! That's one meatball off your plate! Want the sauce to be next?" she said sarcastically. She hates it when I call her that.
"If that's the case, I think I might just take the pasta with butter," I said with a hint of a laugh.
"Just get home soon, I'm tired." she said with an exaggerated yawn.
"Well then, in that case i better really hurry up!"
"Be safe! I love you"
"I love you too, see you when I get home!"
Emily Rose Bonsum. The love of my life.  We live in a pretty nice apartment in downtown San Diego. Mostly her parents doing.  They bought it for her, but unbeknownst to them I'm living there too. But I help pay the bills and the rent too, and on the plus we get to be with each other.
"Hola sir, may I see your passport?" said an obese Latina girl who's voice didnt match the body.
"Yes ma'am." I open my glove box to get the passport.
"ID please?" I show her my ID.
"Thank you sir, please come back soon!"
"Hopefully not.." I said driving away.  Although I would most likely come back. Tijuana is chock full of corrupt and criminals. Especially with this war going on in Tijuana. The criminals against the cops.  Not a stand up, but as I said, an all out war. Not mine though.
The GPS chimes when it finds a signal.
"Mr. Crozby, where do you want to go now?" I got a custom GPS from a co-worker who sold custom GPS systems with custom voices and words.  The voice of mine is currently the one of KnightRider. He still owes me the vocal control car system. But he says he's not done with that, so I'll wait.
"Turn off." I said in a monotone voice so it would understand.  It get's annoying when I'm not using it.
"As you wish sir."  That gets me every time.  
Scooby dooby doo where are you? Who could it be now?
"What's up Seth?"
"Dude, We need you here man."
"What? Why? It's my day off!"
"Well tell that to the 3D cutter."
"Whats wrong with it?"
"Well, No what we do, the plastic mask always comes out half deformed. The 3D image is normal though."
"Did you try resetting the x, y, and z, axis' and then re-align the mask render?"
"How do you reset the axis'?"
"Go to, canv- just press control-R."
"Man, you're a genius. We nearly got creamed because of this."
"That's what I'm here for. Now don't call me again tonight, If anything explodes, I'll fix it in the morning."
"Wait, EXPLO-" click. I like Seth. Seth spazzes out about the little stuff and looks up to me.  
At last, home is in sight. A full night sleep after a full days work. I park the car, and walk to the lobby. It’s closed already so I have to enter in the code. Beep-Beep.
I take the elevator up and walk down the hallway.  Emily’s watching TV, wrapped in a blanket, eating a bowl of Spaghetti.  A perfect opportunity to sneak up on her.  
Three feet behind her she cocks her head and in a normal tone exclaims, “did you know that there is this frog that has bones that rip through its feet like wolverine in X-men?”
“How do you do that?”
“Don’t know, just do. Maybe it‘s the creepy vibes you give off.”
“Hardy-har-har. You know it.”  I lean over the sofa and kiss her softly. “So how was you’re day?”
“It was spazztastic. Professor Jones was giving this lecture on the poison used on darts from south American cannibal tribes. It was fun stuff.”
“I still think he’s a wacko.” I called over my shoulder as I headed for the kitchen.
“He still thinks your a delinquent,” she says from the other room.
I take my dinner and go sit next to Emily by the TV.  I’m starving, so it takes me a full three minutes to finish the big bowl of spaghetti.  
“I’m going to go get washed up, I’ll be right back.” I say as I  head for the kitchen with my empty bowl.
“I think I’ll join you,” she says following me with a smile.
She is so beautiful.  Wow.  I am so lucky to have met her.  We met in high school during a drama production. I was doing lights and she wanted in. We really hit it off.  It was really cute.  Now here we are, three years later, living together.  What could be sweeter?
We walk into the bathroom,  climb into the shower, get cleaned up, have some fun, dry off, And then continue having fun for about an hour.  
And then, Sleep.


End Chapter One.