Shoichi
01-29-2009, 07:43 AM
DEKARANGER
http://spdseries.webs.com
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April 2008
Los Angeles, United States of America
Black boots ran across the screen. Units of navy blue uniformed SWAT operatives sneaked around a cordoned off alley where gunshots were heard coming from inside the adjacent building. Some operatives set up plastic explosives on doors while others searched for different entry points.
A helicopter circled around the building and dropped off a 5-man unit onto the rooftop.
"In what appears to be a barricaded multiple suspect situation at the Eastern Century Nightclub in Chinatown, the Police have called in SWAT after negotiations broke down just two hours ago..." said a NBC News anchor, as the television was switched off.
"This is ridiculous," growled one of the senior officers in the command post, throwing down the remote as he put a cigarette into his mouth. There were several officers working in the mobile command post, which was inside a large coach parked a few blocks away from the barricaded area.
"Captain Walker, we have the DEA on the line," a communications officer said, turning around to hold up the corded phone, as the Captain lit his stick.
"Walker here," said the Captain as he answered the phone.
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An element of five SWAT operatives crept up slowly in front of a double-door. The shouting became more intense as they moved closer.
"Stack up," said the element's leader Basil. He was a 28-year-old ethnic Asian-Chinese on a transfer assignment from Singapore since three years ago, but his credentials made him capable enough for team leader.
Basil put aside his M4a1 rifle and slotted in the fibrescope (also known as the Viper) underneath the door. The tube peered around underneath the door and moved from left to right, while he observed the happenings inside the room. There were eight unknowns in the room.
"Alpha-1 to Zero, the Viper has visuals on eight unknowns in the storeroom on Level 3," he reported. "Can we get the sniper's opinion on this?"
"Zero to Alpha-1, sniper support on standby," replied the command post as the camera moved from the hole underneath the door, into the room and out of the window, to a hidden point on the opposite block where a sniper was watching the situation. "OP3, requesting sit-rep."
"This is OP3 to Zero," the sniper reported. Gareth was another ethnic Asian-Chinese on the same transfer assignment as Basil. Both of them have been friends for more than three years.
"Surveillance on all eight unknowns established," Gareth said, as he panned his scope from left to right and backwards across the room. "Three standing, Mac-10s, five squatting, status unknown. There are several crates in the room."
"Alpha team ready breach," instructed command post.
"You heard the boss," said Jones, the solitary African-American member of the element, who was also the breacher and demolitions expert. He let his shotgun rest on the sling as he pulled out a breaching charge from his tactical vest.
"When are they going to put a stamp out on those bloody Macs..." muttered Basil. ”This is like the third time this month we've come up against criminals with Mac-10s."
"They're so cheap under the table, I won't be surprised if my kid at home has enough savings to buy one," said Charles, another member of the Alpha element.
"You don't have any kids, do you Charles?" sniggered Jones, as he rolled a portion of adhesive tape over the charge on the door.
"It's a work in progress," Charles replied, while guarding the element's location.
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"What?" exclaimed Walker, pulling the cigarette out from his mouth.
"Affirmative. I'll get my men on it ASAP," said the Captain, hanging up the phone. Walker stubbed his cigarette onto the table and stood up. "Strellson, we have a change of objectives."
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"Zero to all units, new objectives received," said Lieutenant Strellson from the command post. "ATF has informed us that there might be an extra-terrestrial weapons agent in the building," continued the brief, which raised both the eyebrows of Basil and Gareth. "The orders are to seize the weapons and capture the agent alive. It is unknown if the agent is human or alien. Be careful."
ATF is short for Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, a specialized federal enforcement and regulatory organisation in the United States Department of Justice.
"Our license to kill has just been revoked dudes," said Jones. "But charge is green and good to go."
"Alpha-1 to OP3," Basil said, smiling back at Jones' comment. "Do you see anything on the crates?"
"This is OP3 to Alpha-1," Gareth replied. "Negative, but an armed suspect is lowering a rope ladder from the window. Zero, do I take him out?" he asked, aiming his scope at the suspect at the window, while placing his finger into the trigger guard.
"Negative," replied command post. "Hold your fire."
"OP3 roger that," said Gareth, as he shifted his finger away from the trigger guard.
"Okay guys," Basil said to his element, as officer Brooks readied a flashbang in his right hand. "Party time," he said, as the element took up their positions on the sides of the doors, while Jones stood closest to the side with the remote in hand.
"3, 2, 1... go," Jones pushed the button on the remote as the charge blew the doors open. Aaron then threw a flashbang into the room which exploded into a bright flash, incapicitating the occupants.
"Alpha in!" Basil shouted as the element made entry. The heat from the flashbang had ignited some of the crates near the door, creating a fiery inferno of heat, shouting and gunfire. Two of the suspects were shot in the legs by the officers as they hurried to round the rest up.
"Police!" shouted Charles and Brooks, as they shouted for compliance from the remaining suspects. "Put your weapons down and your hands up!"
"OP3 to Zero, the storeroom has caught fire from the flash," said Gareth, observing the situaiton. He spotted a suspect with a briefcase hurrying out the window amidst the confusion. "A suspect is on the run out the window."
"Zero to OP3, keep your eye on him," said command post.
"Roger that," Gareth replied and recovered from his aim position. He climbed out of the fourth-floor window and slid down the drainpipe and began chasing the suspect on foot.
"Alpha sit-rep," ordered command post.
"Alpha team to Zero, we have secured seven suspects, two need urgent medevac," said Basil, as he walked around the room while his element members fastened plasticuffs onto the suspects. Jones was the only member collecting the stray firearms.
"Ouch! Easy on that one!" shouted a suspect.
"Shut up," Charles growled as he smacked the head of the suspect.
"How about number 8?" asked command post. The element looked worringly towards the window.
"I'll go after him," said Basil. "Stay and guard the area," he instructed his team, as he ran towards the window and looked down. Basil swung his rifle onto his back and climbed out of the window. He grabbed hold of the drainpipe with his right hand, but with his left missed the catch and slid down uncontrollably.
With a loud thud Basil growled in pain as he landed on his back, on top of a metal garbage dump which broke his fall.
“Boss, you alright?” shouted Jones from the window, looking down. Basil showed him a thumbs up, as he rolled himself off the garbage dump and onto the ground, where he dusted himself off.
“Damn,” Basil muttered to himself and pulled out his pistol, then ran in the direction where Gareth went off earlier. “Gareth where the hell are you…” he thought as he passed each alley, till he came to one where two figures were having a fist-fight in the dark. “Freeze, Police!”
“It’s me Bas!” Gareth’s voice shouted from deep in the alley, as he pulled his adversary into the light of the street lamp; Gareth was struggling with an android which was holding a briefcase. The android had a black body which looked like it had dual discs crossing through its sky blue head.
Basil ran towards the fight, holstering his pistol, and landed a punch on the android’s head from behind, then shook his hand and gritted his teeth in mild pain.
”It’s solid metal!” he exclaimed, and tried to grab the android from behind. He successfully wrapped his hands around the hand holding onto the briefcase and launched a kick on it from below, forcing the android to drop the item, as its contents sprawled all over the ground.
At the same time, Gareth clipped the android’s feet with a low kick, and sent it crashing down. Both officers pulled out their respective pistols and pointed them at the android’s head.
“Where the hell have you been?” Gareth asked, as he caught a whiff of the garbage dump’s smell.
“Stopped by to get some perfume,” Basil replied, panting heavily.
“You sure smell like it,” Gareth half-believed him, and looked back at the android. “Who sent you?”
“I am not programmed to talk to you,” replied the android.
“Well, program this!” Basil pulled the android up by its neck and smashed it against the wall. “Do you think there’s any way to reprogram this dud?”
“We’d have to disable it first,” Gareth replied, looking around the android’s body for a control panel. Suddenly, the android’s orange eyes and mouthpiece lit up
“Self-destructing in 5…”
“Oh shit,” Gareth cursed, pulling Basil away.
“4…” They started to run as the seconds ticked away.
“3…”
“2…”
“1,” both officers jumped out of the alley and rolled to each side as the explosion engulfed it, blasting away the windows within it.
Basil and Gareth stood up and cleared the debris off their uniforms, then went back into the alley to retrieve evidence from the briefcase. Most of its contents had been burnt off, but some could be salvaged.
Gareth noticed charred photographs along with a larger one on the ground. Both of them looked at the burnt photographs, which showed the weapons being loaded into a wooden box for transit. A separate rectangular slip caught Basil’s eye and he went over to pick it up.
”It’s a boarding pass,” Basil said, holding it up to Gareth as he looked at the information on the United Airlines pass. Part of it had been burnt off, but the important details like the flight date, number and destination were still intact.
“This is an image of a cargo document which entitles the owner of the boarding pass the permit to bring the weapons in for filming,” Gareth said, reading from the photograph he had picked up. “Where is it headed to?” he asked, turning to Basil.
”Singapore…” Basil muttered as he looked back at Gareth. The print on the boarding pass indicated an 1800 hours flight to Singapore on the day after. An LAPD helicopter, attracted by the explosion, moved over the alley and shone its searchlight onto both officers.
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Opening Theme (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=We2GLLiZCrA)
“Hero” by Europe
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Episode 1
Of Angels and Devils
Guest starring
Liam Neeson as Captain Richard Walker
James Radcliffe as CIA Agent Jim Radcliffe
Written by Basil Yeo
“You left your element to guard the room, and went off to play hero!” shouted Captain Walker at Basil and Gareth, as he stuck a cigar into his mouth and puffed it by the window of his office. Lieutenant Strellson was also in the office, standing beside the Captain’s desk. “ATF’s orders were to seize and capture the agent… ALIVE!”
“You didn’t find any weapons did you?” Gareth rebutted his superior.
“We were supposed to follow orders!” shouted Walker, turning around. “The upstairs will have my head for this failed operation.”
“The god damned thing was a robot!” Gareth exclaimed. “It programmed itself to self-destruct, what could we do about it?”
“The reports submitted by the both of you seem to imply that you forced it to self-destruct,” said the captain.
“Excuse me sir, but we are compelled by our duty as POLICE OFFICERS to question suspects, whether human or not!” Basil exclaimed.
“Some respect in here, please gentlemen?” Strellson said, interrupting the heated discussion.
“The weapons have been cleared for export to Singapore,” said Walker. “And it is going to stay that way.”
”Cleared?” Basil said. “How do you explain ATF’s tip off?”
“Now I know this might sound sensitive and not right since you both are Singaporean,” Walker continued. “But that’s their problem when it gets there, not ours!” he snapped, as a knock on the door interrupted them once again.
“Uh sir,” said a blond officer, peeking in from the outside. “An Agent James Radcliffe from the CIA is here to see you.”
“Bring him here,” said the Captain, stubbing his cigar in the ashtray on his desk, and sitting down. “Get these two Clint Eastwood types out of here!” he snapped, referring to the two foreign officers. Agent Radcliffe came into the office as the two officers and the Lieutenant went the opposite direction. “And I thought the only cowboys came from Texas.”
“James Radcliffe, CIA,” said the tall agent who sported a five-o-clock shadow, extending a handshake to the Captain. “Just call me Jim.”
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“Wonder what kind of strings Jim is pulling in there,” said Basil, as he walked up to Gareth’s desk with a cup of coffee. Both of them looked through the large glass wall separating the main office and the Captain’s office.
“The kind that will get us back home maybe?” Gareth joked.
”Hey boss,” called out Jones from his desk. “You guys alright?”
“We’re doing fine man,” Basil replied. “Stunts like that aren’t going to kill us anytime soon,” he said, smirking.
“The Cap’s a real ass,” said Jones. “But you guys know you got my support man.”
“Same here,” Charles shouted over from his desk.
“I’ll have to agree,” said Brooks as he walked past Gareth’s desk and back to his own.
“Thanks guys,” Basil said in gratitude.
“Yeo, Lim,” called out the Captain’s voice. He was standing within the door frame of his office with his hands on his hips. “Agent Radcliffe would like a word with you two.”
“Well, what could he possibly want?” Gareth stood up and tried to hide his smile, as he adjusted the necktie on his uniform and headed towards the inner office with Basil. They entered the room as Captain Walker closed the door behind him.
“So?”
“You guys sure have lot of explaining to do,” said Jim. “That little stunt you pulled there almost gave you away.”
“Come on Jim,” Basil tried to reason. “This is a flawed investigation. We all know Walker’s a turncoat.”
“The whole purpose of you coming here was to expose Walker as the Circinus agent we think he is,” Jim continued.
“The only reason why we accepted the assignment was because Marcus Poon belongs to the Muscas,” explained Gareth. “Their galaxies are closely related, so the Circinus are traditional rivals with the Muscas, and that includes their underworlds as well.”
“But we didn’t come here for Walker,” Gareth said. “We figured Poon would come for him after the Muscan operation was sabotaged by the Circinus.”
“Three years and he still hasn’t come,” Jim said. “What am I, or my bosses, supposed to believe?”
“Seriously Jim,” Basil tried to avoid his question. “You are the only one here, who knows that our main objective is Poon. You are the only one who knows who we really are.”
“And I’m gonna get my ass fried if I let you two just waltz out of this office and do your thing,” the agent replied.
“You saw for yourself, the evidence we retrieved from the robot,” Gareth said. “The cargo’s headed for Singapore tonight and there is no way you or any of your guys are going to stop them even if you manage to expose them.”
“Those weapons were cleared for use by a film crew with written approval,” Jim said, trying to advise them. “What do you have on them?”
“We don’t have anything solid yet, but we’re working on it,” replied Gareth.
“I suspect the weapons will be stolen on arrival at Singapore,” Basil said, revealing his thoughts. “For what purpose, it doesn’t seem any good,” he continued, as Jim spotted Captain Walker returning.
“You guys better have something good for me when I contact you again, Walker’s back,” Jim said, as the door opened.
”Did I miss anything?” asked the Captain, lighting another cigar.
“Not really, I just needed some time to debrief your men on the political sensitivity of the alien issue,” replied the agent. “Not everyone is willing to accept them, unlike some people who do,” he said sarcastically, heading out of the office with his briefcase, as both Basil and Gareth followed, leaving Walker in the room wondering what had been discussed.
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“In news tonight, the SPD has officially announced the capture of J’naar Lik Alk, a suspected leader of a Muscan terrorist cell,” said a news anchor on NBC News as Basil sat down in front of the TV set in the apartment where he and Gareth shared. It was only a few blocks away from the police station.
“The Muscan terrorists had planned to bomb the city state’s Finance Ministry building, in protest against the increase in tax levied in the extra-terrestrial registration act,” continued the anchor.
“If they had successfully managed to bomb MOF, we don’t have to collect our pensions anymore I guess,” Basil commented loudly towards Gareth, who was getting a drink in the kitchen.
“We’ll talk about our pensions if we can still manage to survive this,” Gareth replied, coming out with an iconic, green bottle of Carlsberg. “I’m quite eager to meet the new CO (commanding officer).”
“What, you gonna give him the Poon treatment?” Basil asked, lowering the volume on the TV.
“Hey, I did my research okay?” Gareth said, sitting down on the other couch while trying to pry open the beer bottle with a bottle-cap opener. “This guy is like a good old classic pint of Carlsberg, while Marcus Poon is like some crappy China-made beer!” he exclaimed, as the cap popped open and foam spilled out in large amounts onto the coffee table.
“Oh shit!” Gareth shouted as he carried the bottle quickly back into the kitchen.
“You see man, this is why I don’t drink,” Basil replied, shifting his attention to a bundle of bullet magazines on the table. He picked up a Belgian-made Fabrique Nationale Five-seveN semi-automatic pistol from the table and wiped it with a cloth, as the phone rang. “Hello?”
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“Guess what guys?” Jim said, as Basil and Gareth approached him on the rooftop of their apartment block. “I followed up on the case using the evidence you found, with the help of Major Henry Pierce… The results are startling.”
“What did you find?” Gareth asked, drinking from the bottle of beer.
“Apparently his team managed to bring in a kook who works in the firearms company exporting the weapons. He confessed to selling the documents to the Muscans for a high price,” revealed Jim. “Those shitfaces are intending to use them to break J’naar out of prison.”
“You mean the fellow who just got arrested less than 24 hours ago?” Gareth asked.
“I gotta say, those clowns work really fast,” Basil said.
“Apparently the receiving party way over in Singapore is legit. What they don’t know is that the company who is selling them the weapons is probably not making enough money or just too damn lazy to hire armed escorts,” Jim said. “We won’t be waiting till the plane lands before making any solid arrests. Remember, international airspace is not governed by any nation’s laws.”
“We will need somebody brave enough to board the plane and sneak into the cargo compartment,” he continued. “The idea here is to make it look like the weapons have been lost in the mail.”
“You’ve got two here,” Gareth said, as Basil nodded in agreement. “Just ask and we’ll do it.”
“Sometimes I don’t know if you two are really brave or just crazy,” replied Jim. “Just know that any mistake could cost you your badges,” he said.
“Dude, you came to us with this information and you’re telling us you we’re crazy?” Gareth exclaimed, to which Jim flashed a relieved smile.
“SPD’s intergalactic law applies to every planet which has a unit,” Basil added on. “Nobody is better qualified than us to stop them.”
“The boarding passes will be sent to your apartment in the morning,” Jim said, as he walked away. “From now onwards, you will no longer be seen in public as an LAPD officer. Good luck guys,” he said, and left the rooftop via the staircase landing.
“Well,” Gareth started to wonder. “What about Walker?”
“He’s a Circinus dog. He’s not going to care.” Basil replied. “Now here’s a problem.”
“What?”
”We can’t bring our guns.”
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The light of day streamed into the room, as Gareth pulled open his drawer and reached in, taking out a small handheld device.
The sides of the device were white, but a black façade with the words S.P.D in white emblazoned vertically across it was the device’s distinctive feature. The device had three functions – Change, Phone and Judge. It also had two red LEDs on the top of its sides which resembled the emergency lights on a police car, with a light grey button in its middle.
“Is yours still working?” Basil asked, standing at the door with another similar device in his right hand.
“It better,” Gareth said, throwing his right hand across his body, supporting with his left hand before pulling it back and forcing his hand outwards. “Emergency!” Gareth shouted, but without pressing the grey button.
Basil looked outside the window, and saw a familiar black-and-white LAPD patrol car pull up along the street below. The door of the car opened and Captain Walker stepped out and headed towards the main entrance.
“We better scoot out of here quick,” Basil said. “I see Walker.”
“Coming to find out why we’re not at work, or coming here to shake our hand and try recruit us into the Circinus for agreeing to bust the Muscans?”
“We’re not going to find out,” Basil replied, slotting his SP License into his trouser pocket and going out of the room. He returned less than a minute later with the Five-seveN pistol and placed it in the inside pockets of his jacket. “Where’s the P2000?” he asked.
Gareth reached under his bed and threw another pistol at him, along with another extra magazine. The newer pistol was smaller and more easily-concealable. Gareth took out another pistol, a German-made H&K USP Elite, and loaded it with a full magazine, then cocked it.
“I don’t know what Walker wants, but we’re not going to stay around to find out,” Gareth replied, while Basil rolled up his jeans and tucked the pistol into another holster around his right lower leg. He attached the safety strap across the holster and then rolled down his jeans.
“What’s the fastest way to the airport?” Basil asked.
“Taxi?” Gareth tried to lighten the situation.
“Good idea partner,” Basil replied. Both men headed for the kitchen and peered out of the window, which was facing a deserted alley, and climbed out of it. They both hopped onto the metal staircase frame outside the block, and hurried down. They were about to escape onto the street when a cold voice stopped them in their tracks.
“I’d really appreciate it if you gentlemen tell me who you really are,” Captain Walker said, stepping out from the rear of the block.
“You’d be better off asking yourself that Walker,” Basil replied, as he and Gareth turned around to face the former Captain.
“Captain Richard Walker of the Los Angeles Police Department Special Operations Bureau,” replied Walker. “I am bringing you two in on grounds that the two of you are working against the interests of the law and the public as a whole. If you are wise enough you will surrender immediately and not attempt to resist arrest.”
“You could well stuff that right back your throat,” Gareth said. “We’re going to have enough evidence one day to take you in.”
“Really?” Walker rebutted, as both of them each felt a hard object press against their lower backs. “Turn them around,” he said. The person holding them captive was the same type of blue-headed android as earlier. This one was holding two guns.
Another android was standing around the car, guarding it. Walker swung his hand, instructing it to open the car door, revealing the hostage – Jim, tied and gagged.
“Jim!” Gareth shouted, as the vehicle door slammed shut.
“My Batsuroids followed Agent Radcliffe to your rooftop last night,” he said. “With him and you two out of the way, there will be nobody to stop our plan.”
“I don’t know what that is, but I sure don’t give a shit,” Basil replied, to which Walker pressed his pistol up below Basil’s chin.
“You sure don’t know when to shut up do you?” Walker muttered right in front of his face.
“Your breath stinks,” Basil replied once again, to which Walker swung his pistol, hitting Basil’s face and throwing him to the ground. The corrupt Captain then held up a small voice recorder and pushed a button.
“SPD’s intergalactic law applies to every planet which has a unit,” replayed Basil’s voice on the device. “Nobody is better qualified than us to stop them.”
“I’ve suspected all along that you were Space Police officers,” said Walker, stopping the recording. “Ever since you’ve been using the department computers to access Marcus Poon’s criminal profile,” he said. “Doing some research on my own, I found out that Poon was once your commander, and had betrayed you and shot your colleague as well. No wonder you cats are so blinded by vengeance.”
“Which reminds me,” Gareth suddenly spoke up. “Your bosses also want Poon for screwing you up on the arms deal and killing one of your best agents in the process. The removal of Poon would be a step in ensuring Circinus has almost complete control of the underworld proceedings on Earth.”
“What are you driving at man?!” Basil exclaimed.
“Marcus Poon is a lowlife who is wanted by both sides of the law,” Gareth continued. “If you let Jim and we go, we can and will get Poon and you don’t even have to get your hands dirty.”
“Are you crazy man?”
“This is the oldest trick in the book Lim,” Walker said, shifting his aim towards Gareth. “You’re not going to fool me with such amateurish nonsense.”
“Take our weapons then,” Gareth said. “脚的不要给,” he said in Mandarin to Basil, as both officers took out their pistols and removed the magazines. They threw the magazines and both pistols to the floor and kicked them aside. “Now let Jim go.”
“Very well,” Walker said, as the android opened the car door and pulled the CIA agent out of the car, then untied him and removed the gag before throwing him onto the ground. As Jim got up and brushed the dust off his coat, Walker pointed his gun towards the agent and pulled the trigger.
“No!” the sound of a deafening gunshot pierced the air as the bullet found its way through Jim’s left arm, resulting in blood spurting onto the concrete sidewalk.
[Audio: Dire Straits – Ride Across The River]
The following scene takes place in slow-motion with inaudible dialogue.
Basil and Gareth looked on in horror as Jim clutched his arm in pain and dropped to his knees. He then slowly leaned onto the door of the car while the public started to panic and run all over the place.
In the confusion, Gareth grabbed Walker’s gun and elbowed the corrupt Captain in the face, allowing Basil to reach down for the P2000 in his leg holster. He shot both of Walker’s androids in quick succession as he ran out towards Jim to help him up.
Gareth slapped the magazine back into his pistol and pulled Walker by his collar, then pressed the muzzle hard against Walker’s head.
Sweat dripped down his forehead as he hesitated between pulling and not pulling the trigger, but a hand on his arm stopped him before he could make a decision. It was an injured Jim, who shook his head weakly.
Normal speed resumes, but the song continues to play.
“He’s not worth it man,” Jim said to Gareth. “There’s still the evening flight to catch.”
“Why would the Circinus want a Muscan terrorist leader to be released?” Gareth shouted furiously at Walker. He grabbed the corrupted official’s collar and pulled him up, shouting right into his face. “WHY?”
“I’m surprised you fellars don’t know who J’naar Lik Alk is,” Walker said, laughing. “And you still call yourself Space Police officers! Hahahaha!”
“Tell us!” Gareth shackled at Walker further.
“J’naar Lik Alk.. J’naar hahahaha,” Walker continued laughing. “Fine I’ll tell you anyway,” he said. “J’naar is…”
A second loud gunshot silenced Walker before he could complete his sentence. The mysterious gunman looked on through the scope of his rifle from a few blocks away as a shocked Gareth let go of the dead body and staggered behind.
“Why? Why!” Gareth kicked and punched furiously at a trash can, as both Basil and Jim looked on.
“The incident almost mirrored the time when our former colleague got shot by Marcus Poon,” Basil said, explaining to Jim about Gareth’s apparent insane rage. “Gareth’s dad was also implicated once by him as well, causing his disgraceful exit from the Force.”
“We may sometimes make use of the most unorthodox methods, but people in our line of work should always know that there’s a line we should never cross,” Jim said.
“If Walker had you done,” Basil continued. “I think Gareth would have crossed the line.”
“I’ve known you guys for three years,” Jim replied. “There are lesser and lesser people we can trust these days, but I know you guys are the real deal.”
”Thanks man,” Basil replied as he walked towards Gareth to try calm him down.
“Good luck, my friends,” Jim said, walking off in the other direction towards the nearest hospital, as police sirens wailed in the background.
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Basil and Gareth were mid-air on the United Airlines flight, headed towards Singapore. They looked at their SP Licenses, then at each other, and got up from their seats with a mission to accomplish.
End of audio: Dire Straits – Ride Across The River
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Ending Theme:
“My Alibi” by TMG
DEKARANGER is a 2008-2009 tokuAsia Production.
Tokusou Sentai Dekaranger and all related characters are property of Toei Company, Ltd.
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[5,031 words]
Shoichi
01-30-2009, 01:47 PM
DEKARANGER
http://spdseries.webs.com
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Singapore
Several Police Fast Response Cars raced down the East Coast Parkway towards the Singapore Changi International Airport, led by an unmarked car which had a blue rotating light beacon attached to its roof.
The unmarked Honda Integra Type R was driven by a stern lady with reddish-brown streaks running down her dark-coloured hair. She had her hands firmly on the wheel and sights set on the road ahead.
Staff Sergeant Guo Liwen
Sitting next to Liwen was another lady officer, but was raven-haired, younger and more inexperienced than her. She was keying in coordinates into the onboard computer terminal.
“What’s the case?” Liwen asked.
Sergeant Catherine Soh
“It’s a batch of firearms we need to pick up and bring back to base,” said Cat as Airport Police officers guarding the entrance to the tarmac of Terminal 3 opened the gates to allow the emergency vehicles entry.
”So is Sir coming?” Liwen turned her head to ask as she drove through the gateway.
“No, he’s got a meeting,” replied Catherine, as their car approached a United Airlines Boeing 747 aircraft which was stranded on the taxiway. Several distinctively red Singapore Civil Defence Force vehicles surrounded the area around the aircraft’s nose.
“Trust him to use us as FedEx personnel while he’s away on business.”
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A tall and fresh-faced young man with silver-framed glasses stood by ledge of the multi-storey carpark and tapped his fingers furiously onto a black folder which he placed on the uneven concrete ledge. His clothes were ruffled up and he had a tortured look in his eyes.
Sergeant Tan Jianyang
“Jianyang!” shouted a voice from behind him. An older man, in his mid-thirties, walked over. He was casually dressed in a polo T-shirt but looked on with a serious intent.
Assistant Superintendent of Police, Gan Meng Yeow
Both men looked around to see if there was anybody, then proceeded with their meeting. Jianyang passed the black folder to Meng Yeow and folded his arms, as Meng Yeow flipped it open to take a look.
“Not much progress,” observed the superior officer.
“This undercover thing is really getting on my nerves,” replied Jianyang. “It’s been three weeks, three weeks and we still have not bust the organisation!” he shouted, banging his hands on the ledge.
“The arrest of J’naar Lik Alk is nothing less than your job well done,” Meng Yeow said, as Jianyang looked away. “It’s never easy doing the things we do, but we do them because we want to keep the bad guys off the streets and away from our loved ones.”
“Sir, the thing is,” Jianyang replied. “I’m afraid of my identity getting compromised. Somehow.”
“Three more days, maybe less,” said Meng Yeow. “I have a feeling we’re onto something,” he continued. “The girls are intercepting the plane at the airport now.”
“It’s a promise then,” Jianyang said, turning his head towards Meng Yeow.
“Stay strong,” Meng Yeow pat Jianyang on the shoulder and closed the file, walking away from the rooftop.
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Opening Theme (http://"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=We2GLLiZCrA")
“Hero” by Europe
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Episode 2
Sudden Death
Written by Basil Yeo
Liwen and Catherine stepped out of the Honda and pinned on their distinctive SPD ID cards, then looked at the 747. A large, inflated evacuation slide protruded from the first door of the aircraft, where people were being evacuated by Civil Defence personnel.
Both of them walked up to a rescue Lieutenant coordinating the operation to identify themselves.
“Erm, Sir,” Liwen waved to catch his attention. “Staff Sgt. Guo, SPD, this is Sgt. Soh,” she said, introducing both herself and Catherine to the Lieutenant.
”Lt. Tan,” replied the rescue officer. “And may I know what brings SPD here?”
“It’s confidential to the media, but amongst uniformed officers, well,” Liwen shrugged. “We’re supposed to intercept a batch of firearms that were granted entry for the purpose of filming.”
“We suspect they will be stolen and used to break J’naar Lik Alk out of the maximum security cell!” added Cat.
“I see,” Lt. Tan said, looking back towards the plane, focusing on its cargo compartment. “Do you have a warrant or something?” he asked, as a characteristic ringing tone interrupted the conversation. Liwen pulled out an SP License from a holster attached to her jeans, and answered the call.
“Yes Sir,” Liwen acknowledged the call from Meng Yeow.
“Are you at the airport yet?” Meng Yeow asked, as he walked from the staircase landing of the carpark towards where he parked his car. He pushed the button on the remote car-key as his car doors unlocked with a loud blip.
“I need you to do a favour for me, aside from the original task I assigned…” he said, stepping into his car and throwing the file onto the front passenger seat.
“A favour?” Liwen asked, as she exchanged bewildered glances with Cat.
“Yeah, I need you to pick up my friends from the airport,” Meng Yeow replied. “They already know who you are,” he said, smiling as he ended the call, closing his communication device, which was a black version of the SP License, known as the Master License.
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Meng Yeow placed his Master License on top of the dashboard, and thought for a while. He then picked up the folder and skimmed through it slowly, when he heard a single loud thud followed by a scream.
“What the hell was that?!” he exclaimed, and grabbed his Master License. He headed towards the direction of the thud and peeked over the ledge.
Meng Yeow closed his eyes in disgust as he saw the dead body of a teenage girl, who supposedly fell to her death in that very split-second while he was looking through the folder.
The senior police officer rushed down to the ground floor and pulled out his ID card.
“Police, please stay away,” Meng Yeow said to an inquisitive crowd who started to form around the area. “Let’s keep a ten metre radius around the scene of crime okay?” he shouted. He then looked up at the multi-storey carpark building and saw a familiar face peer downwards and scurry away. “Jianyang…”
Meng Yeow then took a second look at the corpse. The girl had a conspicuous tattoo of a three-headed snake on the back of her neck.
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“Oh great, now we’ve downgraded from FedEx to chauffeurs,” Liwen groaned, as Catherine rolled her eyes in disgust.
“I wonder why Sir always asks us to run errands for him,” Catherine added.
“I am waiting to see who are the idiots that we are supposed to fetch...” Liwen said, turning towards the aircraft door. Her facial expression changed almost immediately as she saw the next rescue victim.
“Yo Singapore!” shouted Basil as he stepped out of the door, with his hands held up in a victorious manner.
“Woohoo!” Gareth followed behind with a big smile plastered on his face. “Home!”
“Oh my goodness!” Liwen was in an absolute state of shock as she saw Basil and Gareth both sliding down the evacuation slide with their hands stretched outwards in joy.
“Who are those fools?” Catherine asked, tugging at her partner’s shoulder.
“You just said it… Fools,” Liwen replied, folding her arms and walking back towards the car.
“Liwen!” Basil shouted as he spotted her walking away. He and Gareth ran towards her direction. “I haven’t seen you for…”
“Who are you two?” Catherine asked, trying to stop the both of them.
“And just who might you be?” Gareth replied.
“Sgt. Soh,” replied Catherine. “SPD,” she said, holding up her ID card, to which Gareth burst out in laughter. Basil looked at the commotion and started to smile to himself. Liwen rested her head on her hand and sighed.
“Cat,” Liwen started. “They’re SPD too.”
“Huh? Really?” Catherine was stunned, turning around to look at Liwen, then turning back to Gareth and giving a sheepish grin.
“Not officially till we are reinstated by the commanding officer,” Basil said. “Anyway, Basil Yeo,” he said, introducing himself.
“Gareth Lim,” Gareth followed after his partner.
“Catherine Soh,” Catherine said. “Just call me Cat.”
“ASP said there were some weapons in transit aboard the plane,” Liwen said, shifting her colleagues’ focus back to business.
“There are,” Gareth replied. “We’ve removed all their firing pins while in mid air, so they should not prove to be a threat as long as we’ve got the firing pins,” he said, holding up a small pouch and shaking it, producing the rattle of tiny metal objects. “So where are your Muscan thieves?”
”I don’t see them, do you?” Basil asked sarcastically, looking around the area. “I think we can load the weapons into the boot, and we’ll head back to base,” he said, tapping hard on the boot of the Honda. The rest looked at him and nodded in agreement.
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Meng Yeow walked away from the crime scene as officers from the Criminal Investigation Department arrived to take over the case. He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number whilst heading back to his car.
“Jianyang!” Meng Yeow shouted over the receiver. “Where are you now?”
”Sir, I…” Jianyang muttered. He was already on a bus away from the scene. “I couldn’t stop her from jumping…”
“You mean it was a suicide?”
“But not before revealing her knowledge of my infiltration into the Muscans,” Jianyang continued. “I think my identity has been compromised.”
“If it was really a set-up, the clues will lead CID to you within hours,” Meng Yeow said, placing the phone in speaker mode on the dashboard as he started up his car.
“I know.”
“I’ve stored all your data on our base’s secure server. The only data CID will be able to access are your falsified records,” Meng Yeow warned. “They wouldn’t know if that was real or fake.”
“So what do I do now?”
“I’ll send someone to pick you up tonight at 8pm, at Clarke Quay,” replied the commanding officer. “Look out for a red.”
“A red?”
“You’ll see what I mean.”
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The Honda Integra sped down the highway towards the city, with an armoured police vehicle traveling closely behind, as Basil and Gareth lazed in the back seat while Liwen drove. A bored Catherine stared at the blank computer screen for a moment, then decided to turn on the radio.
“Bye Bye Bye!” the radio came to life playing ‘Bye Bye Bye’ by N*Sync, as both men in the back seat groaned in agony.
“This song is real crap,” Gareth commented.
“Yeah, how about some Class 95?” Basil asked, referring to the contemporary station on the network. “Has it even changed in three years?”
“How would I know?” Catherine argued. “I just turned on the radio!”
“Turn it to 95 then!” Basil beckoned further. Liwen pushed Catherine’s hand away and changed the channel to Symphony 92.4FM, filling the car with the sounds of classical music.
“Aye…” both men shrugged, throwing their hands up in failure.
Without warning, the team was greeted with a violent knock against the car’s bumper by the trailing armoured van, shocking them.
“What the?” Liwen adjusted the rear-view mirror to identify the driver. The armoured van was no longer driven by a police officer, but instead a silver-headed android with four black circles on its face was in the driver’s seat. Next to it was the police officer driver, who was left with a bullet hole in his forehead, and another android. “Anaroid!”
“What the hell is that?” Gareth asked, as Liwen veered the Honda away from the van’s path.
”It’s called an Anaroid,” Catherine replied. “Cheap, durable and expendable robots designed to be minions for the big fishes. Haven’t you guys seen these before?”
“Well, we’ve probably seen more advanced blue ones,” Gareth said.
“Batsuroids?”
“No time to talk about that now,” Basil said, poking his head out of the car to look at the vehicle. He saw the Anaroid sticking a gun out of its vehicle and pointing it towards him. “Shit!” Basil shouted as the robot pulled the trigger. He moved his head back into the Honda as the wing mirror was sniped off by a blue laser blast. “Can we pull it out for illegal driving without a license or something?”
“What does it still want?” Catherine asked. “It got the vehicle which means it has the weapons already, why is it still coming at us?”
“The firing pins,” Liwen declared, swerving the vehicle and drifting it 180 degrees to confuse the Anaroid. It turned the wheel in shock as the heavy weight of the vehicle took control and sent it sprawling for a hundred metres across the road. “That should do the trick.”
”Not bad,” Basil said, as Liwen stopped the car. The team got out of the Honda as they looked on at the armoured van. Two Anaroids climbed out from the front carriage and pulled open the back door to help their leader out. It was a tyrannosaurus-like alien who was topless but had blades on his shoulder and was wearing camouflaged pants.
“Who’s that Barney reject?” Gareth asked.
“That’s J’naar Lik Hap, J’naar Lik Alk’s brother,” Liwen said, stepping beside the guys. “I’m surprised you guys are totally void of world current affairs.”
“That’s the brother?” Basil said.
“Dekaranger!” J’naar Lik Hap shouted from afar. “Hand over the firing pins now!”
“You’d be better off looking for a blacksmith to carve some for you,” Gareth replied.
“Cocky fellow,” Hap laughed. “I’ve seen little girls before, but not the two of you new boys!”
”This guy really doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Basil laughed. ”Let me teach him a lesson,” he said, walking towards the white Honda. He started up the car as Gareth, Liwen and Catherine ran over.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Liwen said, trying to open the door, but Basil locked all the doors.
“Watch for my signal,” Basil said, as he spun the steering wheel and swerved the vehicle straight on with the hijacked armoured van. He stomped hard on the acceleration as the car started and picked up speed quickly.
“He hasn’t been judged!” Liwen shouted as the car sped past them. “Reckless!” she screamed. Basil smiled as he focused straight on Hap and his minions. He pulled out his SP License and shifted the switch to select Judge mode.
“J’naar Lik Hap. Offences in galactic terrorism, illegal possession of firearms and the murder of law enforcement officers… Judgement!”
“Judgement time!” The digitized voice on his SP License said as a beam of light erupted from itand shot towards J’naar Lik Hap, forming a hologram in front of him. Hap tried to strike it with his sword but without avail. The hologram featured a blue pair of handcuffs and a red X which flash alternately in front of a clock-face, whose hands ticked across the face. “Delete approved!”
“Emergency!” Basil shouted just as the car slammed into the van, activating a bright light which engulfed him. A red protective suit covered his body up to his neck while an outline of a helmet formed over his head. “Face on!” he shouted as the helmet formed completely.
DekaRed somersaulted over the explosion and pulled out his twin melee firearms, above Hap who was burning as he escaped from the blaze.
“D-Magnums!” DekaRed rained bullets onto the alien terrorist and landed in front of him, sliding his weapons back into the holsters by his sides.
“That’s the sign!” Gareth said as he, Liwen and Catherine saw the vehicle explode. “Ready!” he took out his SP License and held it above his left shoulder with his right hand.
”Roger!” both girls pulled out their devices as well, holding them down their right and switching the selector from Phone mode to Change mode.
“Emergency!” the three of them threw their Licenses across their chests and pulled their hands back, then forcing their hands outwards as they pressed the grey button. Light engulfed them as their respective suits formed over their bodies. “Face on!” they shouted, completing their transformation with the materialization of their helmets.
“DekaBlue!” Gareth shouted in his transformed appearance, spreading out his left hand towards the front, while his right hand, also spreading, stretched out backwards.
“DekaYellow!” Liwen shouted in her transformed appearance, holding her right hand diagonally with her index and middle fingers pointing outwards.
“DekaPink!” Catherine shouted in her transformed appearance, kicking up a roundhouse with her right leg and pulling her left hand over her chest while her right hand stretched out backwards.
“DekaRed!” Basil shouted in his transformed appearance, bending halfway downwards, facing the front as he raised his right hand backwards. Blue, Yellow and Pink relaxed their poses and ran towards DekaRed, who stood facing J’naar Lik Hap. “You can either choose to surrender, or we will delete you accordingly,” he said, staring at the alien in the face.
“I, will….” Hap muttered. “Not!”
”Watch out!” DekaYellow shouted as the alien brandished his sword once again and swung it at DekaRed, but he heeded the warning and bent backwards to avoid the sword.
“D-Stick!” DekaYellow and DekaPink jumped and pulled out their baton weapons from their left-sided holsters, striking Hap concurrently, then somersaulted backwards.
“D-Sniper!” DekaBlue combined both his sidearms into one single weapon, and fired a strong and accurate shot, sending a bullet through the alien’s torso.
“Hybrid Magnum!” DekaRed combined both D-Magnums into a single long rifle, pointing it “Strikeout!” he shouted, pulling the trigger as a ball of fire left the muzzle of the weapon and headed straight for J’naar Lik Hap’s bullet wound.
The fire stung the wound and absorbed into his body as he started groaning in pain. He fell backwards onto the ground and exploded into flames as the four Dekarangers turned around and posed with their weapons.
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Meng Yeow walked down a corridor on Level 13 of the headquarters building, from the lift lobby towards his office, as he adjusted his coat. Basil and Gareth were waiting outside his office, looking at the city through the green-tinted ceiling-to-floor windows. The label on his door read ‘ASP GAN MENG YEOW, COMMANDING OFFICER’.
“Basil, Gareth,” Meng Yeow called out as he approached them.
“You must be ASP Gan,” Basil said, to which Meng Yeow nodded in reply, sliding his ID card in the card reader to open the locked office door.
”Come on in guys,” Meng Yeow said, as the three men entered the office. It was spacious – about the size of a typical HDB flat bedroom. His desk, perpendicular to the door frame, was cluttered with files and had a computer terminal sitting on top of it. There was a shelf opposite his desk which contained a collection of awards, trophies and medals bearing his name.
“This just came in from the States,” Meng Yeow said. He took out a Five-seveN pistol from his drawer and placed it on the table in front of Basil. ”On special delivery from the CIA,” he continued, to which both Basil and Gareth smiled as they understood the comment. “Though we’ve never met, Agent Radcliffe is a trusted associate.”
“Aside from that, I heard you guys wrecked the Honda,” Meng Yeow said, picking up the Five-seveN and examined its construction. “5.7mm, Belgian-made, it’s a good gun,” he said, holding it out for Basil, who took it back.
“Has a good grip, I like,” Basil said. “Can’t be helped regarding the car though.”
“Rounds are expensive.”
“I use them sparingly,” Basil replied.
“But you always have a backup strapped to your leg,” Meng Yeow said, impressing the two with his sharpness. The three men flashed an understanding smile at each other. It was apparent they had similar working behaviour.
“Not bad,” Gareth laughed. “So what are we going to do about the car?”
“Well,” Meng Yeow looked towards his desk. He spied a namecard lying near his computer terminal and picked it up. He handed it to Gareth, who read its contents.
“Defence Technology Industries International,” Gareth said. “Aren’t they the ones who produce all the weapons we use? What have they got to do with cars?”
“Some vehicles which have been confiscated in crimes are taken by DTI for experiments, sometimes they just have extra ones to give away,” Meng Yeow replied. “And while you’re at it, could you pick up a friend for me?”
”Huh?” both of them looked on in confusion.
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[Audio: Dirty Vegas – Lost Not Found]
A sleek, red Mitsubishi GTO pulled up outside a club in Clarke Quay. Jianyang, who was nursing a cocktail at the bar counter, saw Basil and Gareth coming out from the car and looking around, before heading towards the club. A bouncer tried to force them to park their car elsewhere but Basil shoved his ID card in his face.
Amidst the dancing patrons and loud music, Jianyang waited eagerly as the two approached him.
“Look out for a red.”
“A red?”
“You’ll see what I mean.”
“Tan Jianyang,” a hand rested on his shoulder. “CID. You are under arrest,” said a plainclothes officer behind him, as Jianyang looked around the club and spotted other plainclothes officers looking straight at him.
Basil and Gareth walked towards him and stared at the CID officers.
[Audio ends]
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“I told you that I didn’t do it!” Jianyang shouted as he was being interrogated by the CID officers as Basil and Gareth watched with the Investigation Officer Insp. Huang from another room with a one-way mirror. “I am an undercover cop!”
“Once a man goes under for too long he starts to get fed up with the life,” the interrogating officer said. “Then he starts to do desperate things.”
“What?!” Jianyang’s face shriveled into a ridiculed expression.
“This is ridiculous,” Basil said, from behind the one-way mirror. “With all due respect Sir, he is our man, and we have explicit orders to bring him back to base.”
“I’m afraid he can’t leave till we find evidence, at least for the next 48 hours,” said Insp. Huang.
“How do you explain the three-headed snake tattoo on the corpse’s neck?” Gareth asked. “You don’t just get tattoos like that done at a parlour.”
“Sir,” a female officer rushed into the room with a folder. “Here’s the report from Forensics.”
“Thank you sergeant,” he said, as the female officer smiled at the two SPD officers and went out of the room. Insp. Huang opened the report and immediately turned to the page detailing possible causes of death. “No strangulation, no forceful marks. Blood samples contain traces of Ecstasy mixed with Lupite… What’s that?”
“Lupite comes from the Lupus galaxy, northeast from the Circinus constellation,” Basil said. “When used in the correct amount, it can be used as a hypnotic agent.”
“The three-headed snake is a symbol of the Circinus,” Gareth added. “How much they are involved in this we do not know, but why would they attempt to frame Jianyang, who infiltrated into the Muscan group?”
Basil and Gareth looked at each other, while Insp. Huang stared blankly, not understanding what they were talking about.
“I’ll just do what I have to do,” said the Inspector, closing the file.
“I’ll give you one more chance, just one more!” the interrogating officer shouted, as Jianyang lowered his head into his folded arms in despair. The door opened and Insp. Huang stepped in with Basil and Gareth.
Gareth dropped an SP License in front of Jianyang. Jianyang raised his head and stared at the device as if he found a goldmine.
“Welcome back, kid.”
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Ending Theme:
“My Alibi” by TMG
DEKARANGER is a 2008-2009 tokuAsia Production.
Tokusou Sentai Dekaranger and all related characters are property of Toei Company, Ltd.
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