Deadpool & Wolverine: Knights Of Kansas

Deadpool & Wolverine: Knights of Kansas

CityScene/Vignette 5

Saturday evening, Kansas City Missouri Earth-10005.

Hard Pour Corn 2: I need an aspirin.

Wade woke up from the Cryo chamber, his vision blurred, a red-faced yellow suited man stood before him. You awake, bub, we gotta go. I think I'm coming too. Logan pulled him out of the coffen like container and kissed him. And with equal strength smacked him across the face. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING. I knew if shit went tits up you'd find me. His vision cleared he saw bodies littered around the floor.

It was for the greater good.

GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH THAT NONSENSE BUB! YOU ARE MY *GREATER GOOD* he Sneered

More like greater chaotic neutral if we're being honest...I need my suit, we need to plant the charges.

WE'LL FIND IT BUB, BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE. I MANAGED TO TRACK YOU IN THE NICK OF TIME. IF YOU HADN'T FUCKED THE COMPUTERS THEY'D BE ON AN ACCELERATED TIMELINE. THEY WERE ABOUT TO SHIP YOU OFF TO SOME BLACK SITE. WADE! IT COULD HAVE BEEN YEARS BEFOR I FOUND YOU. Don't you realize what that would have done to me. Done to our family.

You're right. I was dumb, thank god I left my stink everywhere so you could find me.

but right now, we have to focus on destroying this place. This is the epicenter of project X-termination. So i need to find my clothes the charges I had with me and destroy this place. Logan was quick to sniff out his clothes. Fucking rubes had it in the same damn room as him in a box him and all his shit packed up like cargo in the corner of a room. Wades legs were a little wobbly. He hadn't recovered fully from whatever it was they did. He got dressed and attached to the belt were the four explosives large balls painted to look like pokéballs about the same size too. They probably thought they were just toys.

He planted one in this lab set the timer

Logan, sweetheart. We gotta get going help me to the door we got 3 more to set and we gotta get the fuck out of here, these aren't regulation ordnance.

Ok bub, they exited the door to the hall to the ringing sound of safetys being released and guns being cocked... if they had those trank darts they might be fucked.

Mr. Pool i see you brought a friend. I assume hes a deviant too. Dr. Ray said this flanked by about 30 armed guards. I suppose two of you to work with might help me speed up recovering what you've so thoughtlessly destroyed. Though circumstances might dictate that the new projects result be... less kind than the original.

Friend of yours bub?

That's Harland Ray penut. The mastermind of the most annoying plot point in 2017s Logan. Hughe Jackman was robbed of an Oscar for that.

Wade what the fuck are you talking about.

He's the bad guy, baby girl, and he's about to knock us both... Wade had an idea...

He's the one that tried to kill me!

Oh, he tried! He was unsuccessful! But he did hurt me, Logan pointedly not using a pet name. Hurt me pretty bad, Logans eyes narrowed as he turned and stared daggers at Harland Ray. Wade pointed his hand at the man. Single index finger, marking him as the target.

Then, like a wizard casting a spell with an incantation, Wade spoke calmly and mater of factly "that man Vivisected me and tormented me in pursuit of yet another plot to kill all mutants. harvesting my organs and using my DNA while I was still awake.

All the while monologuing like a fucking villain stereotype.

He plans to kill our friends, he'd wipe us all off the planet it he could. Logan he threatened the team. He said he'd be sure to find all my friends and kill them, you, Peter, Althea, Vanessa. Logan... Wade pulled Logans face to his so he could make eye contact... Logan he threatened Laura, our family... his face went hard he turned back to the doctor and again stared at him, memorizing his prey.

The spell worked, Wade could see the foam forming at the corners of Logans mouth. He'd summoned his deamon, the feral rage was about to take over, Wade could swear he saw fangs growing in his gritted teeth. Logan, what are you going to do about it?

He set Wade on the ground gently, faced the armed men *Snikt* he ran his claws over one another and shot sparks at them

There was no humanity left in Logan at that moment as he set upon the group of armed men. they can shoot all the darts and bullets they want. When he went feral like that his healing factor was super charged. He was an unstoppable force.

Go get'em sugar tits! Hopefully, that was  enough for Wade to have time for his legs to thaw out a little more and set the charges. It wasn't enough to kill the bastards that came up with this research. It had to be destroyed utterly. He did take comfort in the fact that right about now the love of his life was quite literally chewing off that evil fucks face. 

Wade made his way around the facility , planted the bombs, and set the timers it was time to go. When he got back to that main hallway, it looked like the set designers for the Doom series of games had really gone crazy with the budget... bones and puddles of viscera. Logan was still wild and seething. Wade carefully approached him. Babygirl, it is time to go. He didn't move, Wade put a hand on his back and got three knives right in the groin. He cut the left nut clean in half.

FUCK PENUT ITS ME!

I PROBABLY DESERVED IT BUT FUCK!

wade vomited in pain and Logan snaped out of it...

Oh shit bub, I'm sorry

Its okay it'll grow back. I'll make you kiss it later. But we got to get the fuck out of here those charges are on timers the concrete was too thick to do remote detonation. They ran up the stairs.

The explosion was... ill timed. The fucking building was in flames and collapsing around them when they had made it to the ground floor. Most of their skin was burned off, they looked like nightmare gouls from a horror movie. They did thier best to make a run for it out the door a cross a field through the trees and woods. They could hear the guards giving chase behind them but they were stopped, by the little blue river it ran right in to the adjacent Missouri river

This is gonna suck

And hurt.

It had rained recently and the river was high. They jumped into the river and were swept out into the current and eventually into the Missouri river. Wade held on to Logan so that he wouldn't sink. Thankfully, he was able to hang on to some floating trash that came by. He was finally able to get them to the shore by a bridge. The current alone would have killed normal men and fast, they were miles away from where they started. They washed and headed up the hill on the north side of the river... in the middle of fucking nowhere. The sign for the road said 291.

They saw lights and walked towards them. Wade had hot weird a car, Logan made a mental note of the location and address so he could send money for the inconvenience anonymously later. They'd abandon the car in the parking lot of Liberty Memorial and walk home mostly heald but looking like hammered dog shit.

When they got to the building who else was coming out of the elevator but Meranda. She'd never seen them in their "work clothes" standing in the lobby two wet disheveled men with large sections of their skin tight clothes burned off. Holding each other up.

Things got a little wild at fetish night

Wade said

Meranda shocked just wordlessly made a quick exit around them and headed for the lobby doors.

Wade... I'm too tired to fight right now. I'm exhausted, I don't care what the universe has to do with it, regenerating that much skin takes it out of me. So let's just go to bed. I'm guessing we can't skip right to make-up sex? Logan grabbed him tossed him in the large bed, got in next to him, grabbed him, and spooned with him. Wade. If I didn't love you so much I'd toss you through that plate glass window and leave you to regenerate over night in the pile of gore you'd form after falling 18 floors to the court yard. oh, Maranda would hate that. Don't fucking tempt me. But I sleep better with you and I love you. I'm livid with you but i love you.

So, not even a little hand stuff? Sorry bub, but being set on fire and worrying about you really took it out of me, so did that hooker on the plane. So I'm not in the mood. Veronica is an escort. Thank you very much. Not a hooker. happy birthday, by the way.

Wade, my birthday is October 12th.

Wait... was it my birthday then?

go to sleep.

~The next morning~

Althea had the local news playing on the large Living room TV... reports of a large industrial accident by the river front. Several buildings at Bayer Crop Science cought fire and collapsed. Investigators are linking it to computer malfunctions.

Wade wakes up, gets dressed, and walks out of the room to the table where Laura is sitting. Logan is in the kitchen cooking

Good morning sweetheart, hope you had a pleasant sleep last night. Yes, the guest bedroom is very comfortable.

Glad to hear he smiles at her.

Hay Babe, can I get some breakfast as well? An egg comes flying across the room, hitting him square in the chest... you're right, Penut. I really should watch my waistline. Just coffee then, please? A croissant flies just past his head.

We'll let the dog have that one.

You'd better not make anymore request dad, the cleaning lady has it hard enough.

Your father is still mad at me for irresponsibly threatening the integrity of the team. It seems like someone doesn't appreciate it when other people go lone wolf! He directed this at Logan.

Logan sets a plate in front of Laura, a full spread breakfast bacon, eggs hash browns, half a grape fruit, and sausages.

Kissed her cheek. Enjoy sweetheart.

Then he walked over to Wade,

He slammed a mug of coffee in front of him. Here's your coffee, I pissed in it.

Jokes on you, Daddy. I'm into that, he says as he takes a sip...

Hey, there's no piss in this!

Wade sat there a little sullen. He finished his coffee. Laura was almost finished with breakfast.

Logan had stomped off to the office, probably to chain smoke cigars and brood

Sweetheart... can daddy have one of those sausages.

Her dad gave her the most pathetic face... she gave him one.

You know, he told me that if you didn't come back to cut and run... to live a normal life with all your money. Sometimes, I think you two forget who I am. I was murdering punks at the age of 12, and I held my own in the void. Don't get me wrong, you are great dad's, and I appreciate everything you've done for me. I love you. But because I love you, know that I would have spent every day hunting you down to get you back, and I would absolutely slaughter anyone that got in my way.

Sweetheart, it's one of the earth's cruel tragedies that I didn't give birth to you myself. You clearly are my daughter, and I love you. I don't know what your plans are for the morning, but I'm going to get a bowl of cereal. Later if you want, we can walk down to Crown Center. I hear they got an aquarium that I've been wanting to check out. But we gotta be back by 3 pm... I've blocked that hour out on my schedule to annoy the shit out of your father. He Grinned.

Laura laughed. That sounds great dad.

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Deadpool & Wolverine: Knights of Kansas City

Scene/Vignette 4

Sliven Bulgaria 2027 Earth-10005

Of Hit-jobs and Husbands.

The siren call of violence. It always called to him, making a career of it made sense.

He preferred being a lumberjack or those short months in New York when he did construction and freelance manual labor. But that doesn't pay the bills. Perhaps in a few thousand years, there won't be a need for people like Wade and himself. They could weave baskets or run a B&B of some sort, perhaps log cabin outside of Banff Alberta, cater to the park tourists. they could both enjoy a quiet, peaceful existence. At least for a while. The daydreams of the Wolverine as he sat on the large plush leather couch in the chartered private jet headed to Bulgaria for "Work."

He pulled out his bag, he packed lightly, and quickly, but he definitely needed something less flashy than what he had on for this mission...

Once upon a time in Central Park, Wade had vented all the frustrations he had with him

One of them being that he had bad taste.

Ever since they got more successful, Wade made a point of proving it. 99% of Logans current wardrobe is something Wade picked up. None of it cheap. Logan spent most days looking like a model for Fendi and Prada.

Wade had two major modes of affection for Logan. One : Universal. he bought people gifts, he spoiled the one he loves, especially now when he had more money. The other was specifically reserved for logan. The man could not keep his hands off him, Logans ass had been smacked more than an actress in a tela novela. Some days, he liked it, especially on the days when Logans feral needs rose to the surface.

He remembered a few days ago

Wade had gone for the goods as he walked by him in the living room.

THAT'S IT! Wade flinched for the soon to come stabing. Instead, Logan Sweeped him off his feet and started walking with him in his arms towards their room. Don't start things you can't finish, bub! Wade cackled like a school girl all the way to the room... on the other side of the house, you could hear Althea turning up the volume of the TV in her room up.

Logan opened the bag and shifted through its contents, looking for something to change into, something less conspicuous.

The casual pants he was wearing that moment were dolce and gabbana and the black t-shirt he was wearing was from Prada. Observant people would notice the man in two grand worth of clothing walking in to a dive bar in downtown Sliven

He pulled out a pair of no name jeans from the thrift store and a basic dark green polo shirt. Changed and laid down on the couch.

It was a long flight, he pulled out one more thing from his bag. A Yellow and Pink t-shirt with an animé character on it... it still smelled strongly of Wade. Logan hugged it tight to his chest, rolled over and did his best to sleep.

After tracking down the target, it was an easy job. He didn't actually have to waste a day doing a lot of recon.

He found him sitting at the bar. He was the typical Eastern european mobster apart from being six foot six and pretty berley he looked like he came straight out of a casting call for a John Wick movie.

Tattoos, gold chains.

Logan wanted to get this over with. He couldn't just stab him and walk out. It had to look like a random event. No way to interpret it as a hit. He had a plan.

He sat next to the guy, chatting him up in his best broken Bulgarian (not a language he was very familiar with) peppering it with English. At some point, he cut to the chaise and asked the mobster if he'd like to come home with him. For emphasis, logan put his hand on his thigh. He took the bait, typical homophobic tough guy started throwing punches.

He let him get a few in. He feigned, taking it hard and falling into a table behind him. He intentionally threw a chair at a table with other rough looking customers. In a matter of seconds, a chaotic bar brawl broke out.

Once everyone was fighting Logan stopped pulling his punches. He gave the mobster a hard jab to his Solar plexus knocking the air out of him. Then starting low he hit him with a precision uppercut. The strike was so hard he flew straight up in the air, by at least a foot. The impact caused his skull to snap back and dislocate from the first vertebrae.

An internal decapitation. He was dead before he hit the floor. Logan gave him a kick. You should have taken me up on the date, bub. He pulled out his phone quickly, took a picture to collect on payment for the hit, and then made his way out the back door as the chaos rose to a crescendo.

Police sirens were in the distance. It was time to get gone. He'd made it back to the non descript roach motel he'd been staying in while doing recon from. Sent an encrypted email to Peter with the photo.

He'd invoice the customer and get him on the earliest flight out of the country. Logan caught a cab and went to the airport at the edge of town. He told peter he'd take anything he could arrange even a short trip it Istanbul while he arranged something directly to Kansas City. It was more important that he put distance between him and the Sliven's Police department. He really didn't want a complicated extraction.

Thankfully, it wasn't long. He cought a Sesna to Sofia where a Gulfstream G550 was waiting. With a full tank, Kansas City was well within range for a nonstop flight.

This flight came with an attendant who took his bag and handed him a glass of champagne. Something special from Peter? He didn't normally book flights with a lot of extras... but it was short notice. Perhaps an attendant and drinks came standard.

She had made eyes at him during the flight but Logan felt empty, killing and running takes it out of you. This was technically a business trip... and it was unprofessional.

But then she made a big show of dropping a pin and bent over right in front of Logan. Revealing under her very short skirt, a pair of frilly red and black panties with Wade's logo on it making a winky face at him.

Wade, you dog... a home coming present? Though Logan was a little suspicious. He'd never done anything like this before. The little shit probably set the condo on fire or something.

Ever the gentleman Logan asked if the attendant was interested in a little in flight entertainment. Because consent is important. She agreed, and Logan dropped her panties and buried his face in Her ass. The smell and taste had him immediately hard. It'd been a while since he'd been with a woman, but he was relatively certain he'd remember how it went as he kicked off his pants and opened the condom she handed him...

After about an hour and a half of his induction into the mile high club he was spent, she got hers too. it didn't matter if she was just doing a job. For Logan, everyone lucky enough to get in his pants got to reach climax before he did, because nothing turned him on more than a job well done.

They both got dressed. It wasn't the biggest plane, so he changed into a new outfit in front of her... black Armani underwear ( Wade's favorite, he loved seeing Logan strut around in only a pair of those. He was staring to think Wade had a thing for certain clothes... recently, Wade had a custom circus ring master costume complete with top hat made that fit Logan very snugly. They hadn't gotten a chance to play with it yet, but Wade said it was going to be the greatest show.

He slipped in to his Valentino Garavani Men's Rockstud Faded Jeans and a plain white versace shirt, he hated the little rivets in the pants and wouldn't have worn them had he not just grabbed shit out of the closet. The shirt was more his speed it was white and only had a small Medusa head on the breast.

They had a long flight, so Logan made small talk with her. He also did his due diligence. Her name was Veronica, and yes, she was completely ethical. She was based out of Amsterdam, in business for herself, and was happy with her occupation and did not currently need rescuing.

Today was actually a bonus for her. She didn't find all of her clients attractive. Logan blushed a little at the compliment.

You're probably a gift from my husband. Judging by the underwear you came with. He's probably done something stupid.

She cocked an eyebrow at the husband line

I'm Bisexual. She smiled and immediately understood.

your husband clearly doesn't mind you being with other people if I was a gift.

He's the love of my life. But life... is a long time, sex isn't something we get jealous about, as long as I come home.

They spoke about her life as much as she was comfortable telling. He told her what he tells the IRS. He's a private investigator and he was in Bulgaria following up on a lead. He'd asked her if she'd be ok with him taking a nap. She was fine, she'd just sit and look at her phone. Logans pulled out the animé shirt. Veronica again looked at him puzzled

It helps me sleep.

He gave the shirt a light inhale, hugged it to his chest and took a nap. They'd be in Kansas city soon.

Logan bid farewell to Veronica and thanked her again for a nice time. He grabbed his bag and headed out

When Laura sans Wade met him at the airport he knew something was afoot

Where is your dad?

I'm not certain. He said he'd be home by the morning. I called Warhead and Peter.

By the time Laura got home they had heard back from Yukio and Warhead. Thankfully a fucking clue. Youkio was able to ping it when her virus was activated. Wade had infiltrated The Bayer campus. But hadn't made it out. Warhead had confirmed that he contracted her for intel and recon. As far as she knew the risk was minimal. But something went wrong. Logan went to the bedroom, opened the closet, and pulled out one of the Brown and Yellow suits Wade had commissioned for him. Put it on and called Laura and Althea to the living room.

Laura, listen carefully, if I don't come back, don't come after us... all I've ever wanted was to give you a normal life, a life that was robbed from you. You're going to drive me out to that factory. Drop me off, and I'm going to try and rescue your dad. If we don't come back... Althea will initiate the liquidation protocol, sell all the assets, and empty out the corporate accounts.

There's enough for everyone in the family to have a couple million. Laura take that money, takes Al and the dog, and live comfortably and under the radar. Your dad and I can't die, we will escape... but it might be years.

I love both of you. it's s been my greatest joy to call you and Althea my family.

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A Deadpool & Wolverine: Kights of Kansas City Story. Amber, Crimson, & Noir

Kansas city, Earth-10005

Scene 2

Funeral for a friend

Maxine and Dal had been one of the few actual friends they had made since moving to KC. The two of them were fire and ice, though or fire and gasoline, depending on the circumstances.

Wade and Logan really had no room or reason to judge on that front. They were still equally prone to fights, Wade once, when particularly aggrieved by a stabbing from Logan, grabbed his 357 Magnum from the silverware drawer and shot Logan point blank in the head... of course, it barely made a dent in Logans metal skull. But the concussion knocked him out for a solid minute. The sound was defining. By the time Logan came too, the cops had already been called. The best soundproofing wouldn't have stopped the neighbors from hearing that bang. That was a mess, but by the end of the day, they'd make equally passionate love to each other. Such was their dynamic. Some might call it toxic. If they were normal mortals, perhaps it would be.

The last time they had seen Maxine alive was at the 4th of July party.

The boys went all out. They brought everyone in the family to town. Vanessa brought Dermot, who was a little more than impressed by the private Jet that waited for all of them at JFK airport. They put everyone up at the nearby Westin hotel. It was a blowout just like the old days, just with more room. They'd catered in BBQ from one of the locally famous restaurants

Since it was a holiday, Althea got to do a few lines of cocain with Dopender and Peter. She wasn't getting any younger, so she'd cut back quite a lot on the hard drugs.

Logan remembers grabbing a scotch before heading to the livingroom to watch the fireworks that would soon be launched from Liberty Memorial, and there they were there, the dozen or so people he'd taken to considering his whole world, a term he'd borrowed from Wade. Dal and Maxine were standing by the Floor to ceiling plate glass window. Almost exactly where he and Wade stood looking out on the city the day they moved into One Park Place. He'd never see Maxine alive after that. She was found dead in Westport. Strangled and dumped.

Autopsy report stated ligature marks

On the neck, something consistent with wire or cord, Logan suspected something of the polypropylene variety. high tensile strength easy to acquire, easier to dispose of. The Petechiae hemorrhaged... she didn't go painlessly, but she wasn't tortured.

He assumed she'd been surprised. Nothing biological under her nails, no immediate signs she fought back.

Toxicology turned up alcohol but not an amount that would indicate she was inebriated beyond a buzz. It's not good to drive, but not at a complete loss of her facility. Lots of people get in trouble with DUIs at that level, just enough to make you think, "You're fine." You're not.

Logan had actually achieved a degree in criminology in the 90s 200+ years, and you got time to pursue all kinds of educational options. However, he wasn't up to speed with current pathology techniques or forensics, Dr. G he was not. He was however a blood hound. Unfortunately, by the time he was able to access the crime scene, anything of use had faded. It smelled like the city and its melange of food, humans, ornamental plants, grass, and car exhaust.

The only thing left a faint hint of the cops who'd worked the scene. He was familiar with KCPD and knew the smells of just about everyone in the homicide department.

He agreed to solve this case at her funeral.

Thankfully, Dal and her had married, and Logan could hear Maxines mother throwing a fit quiet yelling at Dal at the grave side service. Had she had her way It would have been Maxine's Dead name on her stone, an indignity on top of the indignity of her tragic demise.

After the service ended, Logan and Wade had spoken to her.

Dal, I want to take Maxines case.

As a licensed investigator, I can get ahold of her file with your permission, and if you hire us ...

Logan, that's sweet, but I've been in your house, I don't think I could afford you two.

It'd be pro-bono for a friend.

*giggles* Bono.

*Snikt* Logan drives his claws deep in to Wade's upper arm and shoulder.

NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR CHILDISH JOKES WADE!

FUCK! damn it! Logan, this was a new suit. I knew I shouldn't have worn a white dress shirt. Damn it!

Holy fuck is he gonna be okay? Did those come out your hand? What the fuck!?

It'd dawned on them in the years they new Dal and Maxine they'd never displayed any of their abilities only once when they'd rescued Dal had Logans claws popped but in the dark and with all the drama she thought he just had a big knife in his hand.

He's fine. He will be healed before we even get back to the car.

Not my suit jacket, though.

Shut up bub, I'll buy you a new jacket.

But yeah.... Dal. We're Mutants. Hopefully, that doesn't change anything.

It doesn't. You two are my friends, and yes, you can have the case. Especially since this one will probably be swept under the rug like the others. Fucking town.

A Deadpool & Wolverine: Kights of Kansas City Story

Amber, Crimson, & Noir

Scene 1

Kansas City Missouri, 2029 Earth-10005

Logan was dead to begin with.

The Logan native to this universe. The Loop had been completed, and our hero rested after a long fight. He saved Laura and the others. They escaped, and this time around, he died without the assistance of Alkali-Transigen or Bayer CropScience GMOs. The story for Logan, however, was written in the cosmos. Unfortunately, he was always going to die. He was buried in the wilderness, We all know he didn't rest in peace, but that's another story.

Our story begins on an equally somber night in Kansas city.

Detective Adams was on the scene. Two more bodies. Same m.o. There'd be a rash of killings in the city. The targets tended to be lesbian or transgenderd individuals. A slow burn serial killer was on the loose it'd be weeks and months without, and boom, another body would turn up... they were under specific instructions from city hall not to ring the alarm bell of a serial killer. That shit just didn't happen now a days. Can't have the mayor or the city looking bad, especially since it was still on the rise.

It'd be deemed just another random hate crime.

A well-dressed man walked out of the dark. First, you could see his eyes, glowing like cats and the cherry burning dull orange and red at the end of his cigar.

Leather jacket, designer clothes.

He stopped at the yellow tape.

Looks like you got more trouble, Andre.

It's detective Adams to you, Logan. Might I add that it's suspicious that you'd turn up here.

Hardly, I was on a walk. I live near here. I'll tell you what is suspicious. A body was dumped in Crown Center, and nobody saw a thing, and I bet they fit the same M.O. of the case, I was hired to crack, which has been sitting cold on your desk for months now.

Fuck you Logan, your big city bullshit hasn't really moved the needle since you stuck your nose in it either. Unless you're here to tell me you got a suspect.

No, Wade says hi, by the way.

Great. Has he been terrorizing the neighbors again. You know, one of these days, you're not going to be able to slip out of shit. Pretty boys and their not so pretty husbands don't fair well in Jackson County Jail.

Logan tensed as he tried to keep his claws from popping out reflexively. People making sly comments about Wade's looks were a great way to get his goat. Adams knew that.

I wouldn't call noise violations a Jailable offense.

Yeah, but discharging a firearm is. You fuckers got lucky and have money for lawyers. When you're not sticking your dick in police busses your menace of a partner is causing police incidents. One of these days I'm going to nail his ass to a wall. One of these days you're not gonna be able to slip away...

Why's a private detective who runs a fraud prevention firm got so many guns in their home office anyway?

This is a Red State detective, as I'm so often reminded when the subject of my husband comes up or we dare to hold hands in public.

Wade is well within his second amendment rights. The number of guns he has isn't really any of your business.

Where's your ugly fucking dog?

Detective Adams really was trying for a stabing tonight. Logan just started walking towards Union station.

Good night, Detective. I'll let you know when the autopsy report comes in. And he would, too. For years, the whole department tried to figure out who was leaking details to M.F.M. L.L.C. surely those rich fucks were bribing somone. The truth is Yukio years ago had hacked and provided access to KCPDs network with a perfect and undetectable program, everything they know or put on a computer Wade and Logan knew. What they knew was damningly little. The cases had all been put on the back burner.

Wade was bad at math, but even he knows that something hadn't been adding up with this case and the cases associated.

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This story is a continuation of the D&W:KoKC storyline. To start at the beginning of it, follow this link

To read the story that leads to KoKC follow this link to the Yaoi

This literally made me cry at work... Marvel Jesus help me.

You: adorable art idea!!!

Me: but what if it was sad

Because they FUCKED in that Honda Odyssey! We all know it!