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Urban Unity: A tale of peacekeepers. Chapter V. Sam and Max patrolling.

Porn comics story: Urban Unity: A tale of peacekeepers.  Chapter V.

On the surface, night had fallen and the freelance police had finally managed to enter the city. After buying some fairly greasy sandwiches from a street vender, Sam and Max started patrolling the streets. They weren’t sure what they were looking for precisely. As the day became darker, gangs started emerging and fewer people remained on the streets. Their native city had a very low crime rate despite its size and they were proud to contribute to it, despite the random acts of destruction they could cause. If the citizens felt safe at the end of the day, and they did, then the anthropomorphic police could feel proud. But not so in New York City. It only felt partially comfortable during the day, and darker by the minute as evening fell. In a way, even though they were crime fighters in a city in need, they were looking forward to returning home, where they met with wackos and so called masterminds, but nothing nearing this setting.

Once the night had fully fallen, the inseparable duo knew that they needed some sort of plan to attract the vigilantes.

“How will we know when we’ve found them Sam?”

“The commissioner told us this was right up our alley. I guess we’re going to know who they are when we find them.” He looked around and found a dark alley. “I guess this will be our alley. Come on little buddy, we can’t go around dressed like this.”

“And I don’t even wear clothes!”

“Max, this is a very violent neighbourhood. We could be attacked at any moment. I know this excites you, but you’ll have to contain your urges little buddy.” Sam and Max got out of the car and went to the trunk where disguises awaited. Moments later, Sam had turned into a villainous thug and Max into a hopeless little girl.

“You know Sam, I starting to like this,” the lagomorph said as he shook his booty. “I’ve been a very bad girl mister officer,” Max said in a sexy womanly voice. “I think I need to be punished,” he added, putting a finger in his mouth for added effect. The canine could hardly contain himself, but still felt obligated to put work before pleasure.

“No time for that little buddy, we’ve got some criminals to catch. Now you go in that dark and dangerous alley and I’ll go attack you.”

Sam’s own thug costume consisted of a ketchup stained shirt and a baseball bat. He gave Max a few moments to get into place before following him in the obscure and claustrophobic corridor where the lagomorph had his back to him. He prepared a tough man’s voice to speak, but was unable to completely change his usual soft voice.

“Alright little lady. You better give me your purse if you know what’s good for ya,” Sam said in an unconvincing voice.

In an instant, Max turned, his eyes tear filled and hands in front of his mouth. “Oh no mister bad guy,” he said in his trying to be feminine voice. “Please don’t hurt me. I’m just some poor lonely girl from the country side, trying to make a living in the big city. I have dreams, I want to be an actor!”

“I don’t…”

“My father is a farmer and my mother is a cow!” Max cut him off. “She has only three legs because of a freak accident! When I was young, I made her a promise that I would go on Broadway and cry her name to the audience.”

“Well you…”

“My evil uncle sent you, didn’t he,” he pointed in anger, jumping on a dumpster. “He wants me to disappear so that the family treasure goes to him. But he doesn’t know that he needs both halves of the medallion to open the secret crypt which leads to the fallen underground city of K’tar! And I’ll never tell you where my half is! Never!”

Unknown to the dramatic duo, higher up on the rooftops, four familiar and similar shadows were overlooking the scene, elbowing each other as they cracked up. They had seen the freelance police pull up near the alleyway and put on the disguises. They had no doubt that they had been sent to trap the turtles by getting them out in the open, but didn’t know why. And they also noticed that they were anthropomorphics, like themselves.

“Think they’re mutants?” Michelangelo asked the Donnatello.

“I don’t know, they might also be from another dimension. It’s hard to say with all the people we’ve had to fight.

“Well whatever they are, we have to go check it out,” Leonardo decided. His brothers nodded and acting in unison, they dropped on to the scene, landing all around Sam and Max but making sure they still remained half hidden in the shadows.

Sam had seen the movement of their arrival. In one swift movement, he drew his pistol and pointed it towards the nearest target, Raphael. Ever the cocky one, the red masked turtle didn’t budge, and almost didn’t even acknowledge the threat. But he had to admit that it was one of the largest pistols he had ever seen. Max immediately followed, drawing his own weapon and pointing towards Donnatello.

“Freeze scumbags,” Sam cried out.

The scene felt surreal as the freelance police pointed their weapons, but the canine could see that the mysterious figures were confident in their situation and in their numbers. They didn’t come across as villains either, keeping silent instead of breaking into a monologue about their master plan. But he knew that he had the right targets. Giant turtles were indeed work the freelance police would be called upon to handle.

Leonardo felt that he could take them on but didn’t want to get into a fight if they could avoid it. Up until now, despite having their weapons drawn, neither opponent had made any real aggressive gesture. His gut instinct told him that there was more than meets the eye to this scene and he had learned long ago to trust it. Slowly, he broke his ninja stance and walked into the light.

“It’s a giant hentai tentacle monster Sam! Shoot it! Shoot it!”

“Hold on! Let’s all calm down. We’re not monsters, we’re just mutant turtles.”

“It’s a mutant turtle Sam! Shoot it! Shoot it!”

“We don’t want to fight,” Leonardo added, disregarding the rabbity thing completely and extending his three fingered hand in a gesture of good faith. Sam looked at the hand, looked at his partner who mimicked shooting, looked back at the hand, and decided that they could have over taken them at any time. At the least, these turtles didn’t seem to want to harm them.

He put his gun back into his pocket and grabbed the extended hand.

“I’m Leonardo, you could say I’m the leader of the group.”

In the past, there might have been a commotion, especially from Raphael, but he had since accepted Leonardo as a leader and even followed orders from time to time. But just because he was in a relationship with him didn’t mean he’d get any special treatment, nor did he want any.

“I’m Sam and that’s Max. We’re Freelance Police and were hired to get rid of the vigilantes in this city. We were told that we would recognise them immediately. I guess they were talking about you guys.”

“Typical bureaucracy of law and order,” Raph said in a disgruntled voice. “They’re always trying to bring us down even though all we’ve done so far is save the city half a million times.”

In the distance, the turtles and freelance police heard the familiar sounds of the New York City police approaching.

“Guys?” Michelangelo said as he lifted a manhole cover. “I know we’re not doing anything wrong, but maybe we should split.” The turtles knew that the police could only be trouble for them, and so one by one, they jumped down the hole. As the leader was about to him, he motioned to Sam and Max to follow them. The dog and lagomorph looked at each other, shrugged, and jumped down. Michelangelo immediately followed, playing the cover back down moments before the police passed by the alley, not looking at it for a second.

to be continued…

Author is Bahamut Dragons

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