Flynn’s smuggling operation had a series of high-profile busts. Valuable contraband was confiscated. Smugglers went to jail. Flynn’s name turned up in interrogation after interrogation, but there was never enough evidence to indict.
Police Chief William Pierce’s stern, unsmiling picture was on the front page of the paper almost every day.
Flynn began mole-hunting. Minion after minion was called into his office for a “private interview.” Everyone left addled and unnerved, but Flynn took action against no one.
Forest entered his interview with almost too much confidence. Flynn sat him down and questioned him. Forest could feel the feathers of Flynn’s supernatural probing on the edges of his mind. But, as expected, Flynn found nothing. Forest was a good minion, after all. Flynn had already bound his obedience with blood.
Cops were really putting a squeeze on operations. Flynn ordered everyone to lie low for a while. Smuggling operations were to be placed on full stop. Nobody show up to work, everyone focus on being as normal as possible.
The very evening Flynn handed out those instructions, there was a full-scale raid on the Hideout.
Minions stepped out of Flynn’s offices in the graveyard catacombs straight into the arms of waiting police officers. Dozens were cuffed and taken in for questioning. Most were released. Several disappeared immediately afterward — the police might not have been able to make a charge stick, but they were certainly frightening enough to send the more timid minions packing their bags with plans to find legal employment elsewhere.
Forest was part of the haul.
He walked calmly into the cacophony. He didn’t resist when cops grabbed him, cuffed him, and shoved him into the back of a patrol car. What was the point in fighting anyway? It would just give the cops more grounds to indict him.
Everyone in the operation knew Forest was not to be trifled with. The crowd of nervous minions in the holding cell made way for him. He sat down on the most comfortable bench to wait.
About half an hour later, a uniformed cop unlocked the cell. “Forest Sample,” she said. “Chief wants to talk to you personally.”
Forest stood up. The harsh lights reflected off his glasses, making his face even more unreadable. He followed the cop out of the cell.
Chief Pierce’s office was dimly lit as always. Pierce looked up from his desk as Forest was escorted in. He silently looked Forest over as he waved the cop out of the room.
“I trust your ride wasn’t too uncomfortable,” Pierce said. “Please, take a seat. I took the liberty of setting up the chess board. It’s your move.”
Forest chuckled dryly. “Avalon police accommodations are first class,” he said. “At least I didn’t have to eat anything.” He slid into a cushioned seat in front of the chess table, which was laid out with the current game he and Pierce were playing. He scanned the board to take in Pierce’s most recent move. “Oh, that was clever.”
“Check,” Pierce said smugly as he stood up. “But I don’t think mate just yet.”
Forest nodded. “Not just yet.” He picked up one of Pierce’s rooks and replaced it with his knight. “But I think we are due to review our agreement.”
“Hmmmm?” Pierce took the seat across from Forest and saw what he had done. “Dammit. I guess I couldn’t keep that piece forever.” He slid a bishop across the board.
“I paid you the fee we agreed on,” Forest said. “Now you owe me.”
Pierce looked up and stared intently at Forest. His eyes were luminescent in the dim light. Forest didn’t flinch. He was used to it.
Then the police chief grinned broadly, the dangerous primal grin he would never show to the newspaper photographers. His long, sharp canines glinted. “All right then. This is your last chance to bail out.”
Forest advanced his knight again. “Check,” he said, “and, I think, mate.”
Pierce looked over the board and grunted. “You got me again,” he said. “I guess that just seals the deal.” He stood up. “Do you have someplace in mind?”
Forest also rose. Wordlessly, not trusting himself to speak, he took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeve. He offered his arm, palm up, to Pierce.
Pierce nodded. “You’ll want to brace yourself. This,” he said with a wicked smile, “is really going to hurt.” He took Forest’s arm in both hands, bared his teeth in an animal snarl, and sank them into the flesh of Forest’s wrist.
Forest gasped. Red and black fluttered across his vision. He felt himself falling into a dark pit. Falling… falling… until his knees gave out, and he collapsed to the floor of Pierce’s office.
Somehow I failed to get it in the narrative, but Pierce has been using his vampire wiles to give Forest limited protection from Flynn. That’s how Forest has been able to feed information to Pierce at all as well as why Flynn hasn’t detected it. Basically, Forest can’t exactly fight for himself, so he’s made himself a double-agent minion for one vampire against the other. For a price.
Sadly, all the pictures of Forest meeting with Pierce are gone. Too bad because William Pierce/Buffy’s Spike is always nice to look at. Even the blue-skinned version in Avalon.
I had a little interlude in mind where Pierce talks about his choice to go into law enforcement, plus being married (actually engaged — they never did get married) to a vampire slayer. But I have no pictures for that stuff, and it’s time to move along. I do find it entertaining that StoryProgression made Spike a cop. Talk about a corruptible cop.
Whaaaaaat?! Oo I really didn't see that coming.
Heh. Forest has had the wish locked in for most of his YA-hood. I tried to "talk him out of it," but this was what he wanted to do.
Really, he did? Well, if that's what he wants……..
Hmm. This is going to be interesting. Let the fur fly! Flynn won't know what's hit him … Forest is not one to trifle with.
I also find it hilarious that Wlliam (Spike) is a cop, not to mention engaged to a vampire slayer. Story Progression is so full of win.
I love looking at Spike, but the story was engaging enough that I didn't actually miss the pictures!
Forest playing vampires against each other is great. I love that he uses his evil for good occasionally, even if that is just a byproduct of his own selfish interests. He's one of the most interesting spares ever!
I completely agree. I also meant to comment that I didn't miss the pictures either. I was hooked the whole way through Susan.
Thanks so much! That's about the biggest compliment you could give me :).
I have to say that Forest is one of my favorite characters ever. I would never have believed it, but I think I have spent more time thinking about Forest's story than anything else in this legacy so far. I can't say that I love him in the way that I love, say, Hunter. He's sort of like Spike actually — a character you want to read/write/watch, but probably not spend time with in person.
Also, in full disclosure — the above scene actually happened in the chess nook upstairs in the Sample house when I played it. The Debtor's Prison of Avalon doesn't have an office for the police chief, much less a chessboard. But I figured that since I lost the pictures anyway, I could do what I liked :). Everything else is as I played it.
Very interesting turn of events! I find Forest's storyline most intriguing.
I finally got around to catching up with the Samples and there was a lot going on. It's sad that Leah and Sky couldn't work around Sky's problems even if I did get to see one of the Marmalades and their castle. 😀 Hunter is really sweet with his girl and I love how you gave him wild animals with a wolf and fox to befriend to get to his unicorn. And it's cute that Hunter was the one who was proposed to. 😀 The puppies were cute and grew into lovely dogs; my favorite one is Mystery. Forrest's story is quite interesting and he did become a vampire after disposing his boss was great.