Cool, Cool, Cool: Title Of Your Roleplay (A Brooklyn 99 Rp)

All of that made sense. If these criminals were as smart as he was being told - which he sure they were - then they wouldn't mess up on something that anybody with a brain could have avoided. But even if these criminals were smart, they were going to show them that they were smarter. Nobody could outsmart Noah, and if he was on the case then it was for sure going to be solved and end up with people behind bars.

"Already on it," Noah called over to the detective when he was told to look up nearby gas stations. "There's one just at the end of this road if we keep going," he told them once a list of gas stations and directions had been pulled up. "We should check that one first." Even if they didn't get any leads there it wasn't like it was out of the way. If they hurried up and got answers they were looking for then they'd be back on the road in no time and shouldn't be too far behind this cannibalistic food truck.

Well...that...that didn’t go well.

TJ gulped slightly.

Jules was supposed to be their surprise card. If he couldn’t win at this, then they were lost because there was absolutely no way that TJ could pull off a win here, especially not on a motorcycle of all things.

However, he still tried to keep his cool and offered Jules a smile. “Hey, that was better than I could do,” he told his partner reassuringly, casting a glance back at the bike behind him.

Yeah he was not looking forward to his turn.

Just then, Beau walked over to them as well, running a half through his light ginger hair. “Not bad, Tyrone, maybe next time you’ll win,” he offered with a smile before turning his attention to TJ. “What about you, Tony, you ready to give it a try? There’s still a chance for you guys to win the reward,” Beau reminded and TJ froze.

He was most definitely not ready, he needed something to prolong this.

“Hey, what is the reward? Is it money or something? Or...something else?” TJ asked, trying to be discreet. Honestly they probably should figure out what the winnings were anyways, since they were supposed to be investigating this whole thing.

Beau shrugged and gestures over to where Blitz was talking to a girl with puffy white hair. “Everyone pools a little something in, if you’re curious, you can go take a look,” Beau offered and TJ instantly nodded.

Without another word to Jules or Beau, he walked over to where Blitz was and casually explained that he was curious what the winnings were for this thing. Blitz didn’t give an answer, just gestured to a box not far off and TJ quickly walked over.

For the most part, it looked to be a bit of money, which was pretty average-wait, was that movement?

TJ furrowed his brow and looked back at the box, head tilted to the side. He could’ve sworn he saw movement.

Just then, a tiny toyger kitten poked its head out from the money and looked up at him with wide eyes. The two stared at each other for a second and then the kitten let out a soft mew and TJ couldn’t contain his squeal as he reached into the box and picked the kitten up, his blue eyes shimmering with adoration for it.

”Hello baby, why are you in here-“

”Hey! Paws of the reward!” Blitz snapped at him and TJ swerved to look at her, looking from Blitz to the kitten.

“I’m sorry, reward? Is the cat part of the reward?”

Blitz nodded. “One of the guys owns a toyger cat, wasn’t able to sell all the kittens though, so this one here goes to the winner,” she explained, arms folded.

TJ looked back to the kitten, a newfound sort of determination seeping into his very core.

“I will be back for you,” he whispered to the kitten, gently placing it back in the box and checking to make sure it was okay before practically running back over to Jules and grabbing him by the shoulders, blue eyes wide. “We have to win this,” he told him quickly.

N couldn’t help but wince when he took in the sight of Shiva’s healing scar on her arm. It certainly looked like it had come from something rather vicious, and hearing that it was from the goose of all things really made the man pause. Just how savage was that goose? He knew birds could be pretty deadly, but a goose? They were angry and shouldn’t be messed with, but that scar on her arm looked like it came from a beast with anger that was too much to fit inside a regular waterfowl. ”Well hopefully he learns to leave everybody alone, for his sake and for the sake of the people.” N wouldn’t be surprised that if at some point animal control was called on the goose, and he didn’t like the thought of that, but he also didn’t like the thought of more people getting hurt by the bird either.

He was brought back to thoughts concerning his presence here when Shiva asked. N glanced toward Cat for a quick second before answering, ”There’s been some reports of stolen picnic baskets in the area and we were asked to step in and take a look. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you?” Maybe Shiva had some answers, or at the very least a lead. She seemed like a regular here at the park and that gave N some high hopes that she would know at least something.

Roswell could agree with that. Now that he was over the initial shock of it all he was more worried for Hazel than anything else. The only thing keeping him from getting too worried was the fact that this was Hazel and she could take care of herself more than even Roswell could take care of himself. ”Yeah,” he agreed, ”but this is also Hazel, if anybody can take care of themselves, it’s her.”

With that thought in mind Roswell was able to calm himself down and start thinking about all of this in a way that would get the job done efficiently and effectively. Though he did have to stop and check himself after thoroughly processing that they would be checking a jewelry store; the last time he had gone to a jewelry store he had been trapped inside the building, later shot at, and then had to listen to a song that apparently had been extremely popular yet he never knew a thing about it. It had been a lot, but hey, the odds of that happening a second time were slim. Hopefully.

Once there he allowed Val to take the lead, listening to her as she spoke with the man behind the counter. ”Maybe we’ll be able to find something out,” Roswell murmured over to Val as he started toward the back room, hoping this wouldn’t be a case that lasted longer than today.

Hazel let out a small chuckle as Callie brought up the zodiac signs. She hadn’t ever gotten into astrology, but her old friend Kiana had and Hazel had done her best to be pretty well educated in the things Kiana liked, and even now, years after Kiana had died, Hazel’s mind still turned to her when things like this came up. Callie was sort of like her...though Kiana was never quite as...pizzazzy as Callie was, but she could still see a couple similarities.

Starting towards her car, Hazel sent Callie a smile. “Actually, I think he’s a Sagittarius,” she told her lightly. Hazel was aware that the situation they were dealing with right now was not a good one, however at that point she had made herself rock hard to enemies trying to get her, almost completely unfazed by it all. Maybe that was a bad thing, but as a captain she had to have a pretty tough skin and having the ability to find some humor in dire situations didn’t hurt either.

“Now, Crowley though, he’s a cancer and you can tell...“

Conversation continued throughout the drive, which might’ve partially been because Hazel needed the distraction at the time and she felt like Callie did too.

- - -

Letting out an annoyed groan, Hazel walked out of the building and looked over at Callie. “Well, looks like Cyrus was a dead end, but hey, I’m glad he found a job as a tattoo artist, that guy always had the best tattoos, I swear he had a new one every time I ran into him, even if he is super annoying,” she commented with a light shake of her head.

Alright so Cyrus had plenty of alibis to back him up, that was okay, now they had less options and in this case, less was good. Knowing that Cyrus wasn’t involved meant that they had it even more narrowed down than before and that helped.

”Did you see his expression when we walked in there though? ‘I hate you but I can’t do anything about it anymore’, he looked so upset by it, Cyrus more like Cryrus, amiright?” Hazel joked lightly, waiting for a response before she finally ditched her casual persona and pulled out her little notepad again. “Anyways, that leaves Crowley,” she said, looking down at the pad as she crossed Cyrus off the list.

Alistair watched as Norman thought this over, pinching at the bridge of his nose before finally, he sighed. “Yeah, alright, you two distract them, you’ll have to get them out of the truck though,” he reminded and leaned back, tilting his head to the side. “How do you plan on doing that anyways?” Detective Walters asked and Alistair paused.

Now that was a good question, how did they plan on getting two dangerous cannibals out of their food truck?

Glancing over at Noah, Alistair looked him over, hoping he had some sort of plan, luckily it seemed like he did. Alistair had always been a bit better at following other’s less than leading himself, and no matter what Noah’s plan was, he was sure it was better than anything he could’ve come up with.

Silently, Alistair nodded to Noah to speak up about his plan.

Though they’d have to move quick soon, since they didn’t want to risk losing the truck again.

Norman didn’t seem to impressed with Noah’s idea, but if he had any objections, he didn’t speak them out loud, which Alistair was going to take as a good sign. Instead the detective sighed and nodded. “Right, go...go do your thing, once we’re in the clear, I’ll sneak up from behind and let Tortie and Ives out,” he agreed and gestured vaguely for Alistair and Noah to get out of the car.

Alistair obliged and quickly unbuckled, stepping out into the cold, New York air as it practically whacked him in the face, right along with the strength of gasoline from the gas station.

Once outside of the car, Alistair looked over to Noah, head tilted to the side a little. “You lead, I’ll follow,” he told his partner with a small nod of his head, preparing himself for their plan to be put into action.

Hopefully, this would go smoothly and they could save the civilians without anyone getting hurt in the process.

Alistair has a few doubts, especially as the silence from the food truck dragged on even after Noah tried to get their attention. In fact he was about ready to suggest they try something else when suddenly the window rolled down and a dark haired lady with a cat like smile poked her head out from the window and tilted her head to the side in a manner almost too fast to be human.

“Well good evening, officers, what can I do for you?” She asked in a voice like honey as she looked down at them.

Flashing a toothy grin, the woman reached a hand out and gingerly patted the sign on the truck. “I’m afraid if you’re hungry, you’ll have to come back tomorrow, we’re off duty right now,” she explained, her sharp, feline like gaze never once leaving them.

Alistair glanced over at Noah, silently urging him to talk.

Noah had the plan, Alistair could just hope that it worked.

Confusion flickered across his face as Alistair looked back to Noah, trying to figure out what exactly his partner was playing at. They were cops, they looked like cops, they acted like cops, what exactly was Noah trying to play at here? They couldn’t even really disguise themselves as something else with their current attire, yet someone, Noah seemed to have an idea that called for that and Alistair had no choice but to go along with it.

He stayed quiet for the most part though, really wishing he had asked Noah for a couple more specifics before doing this, however he did his best to go along with it, and noticing how slurred Noah had made his voice, Alistair tried to copy it. “Haha, us, cops, who woulda thought? Hey, hey, guesh what?” He said, gently nudging Noah in the chest as he pretended to shoot him with finger guns. “You’re under arrest!” Hopefully whatever this little act they were doing would work, or at least hopefully Alistair was doing what he was supposed to be doing.

The lady though, didn’t seem all that impressed as she lazily leaned against the window and shot them a vaguely bemused look. “Not cops then? Hmm? Well then I am left to assume you are lowly strippers or perhaps...something else,” she suggested, and Alistair’s face began to flush.

They were most certainly not in the business of taking their clothes off, he found the very idea appalling.

Unable to find the words to speak, Alistair looked over at Noah hopelessly, gesturing vaguely for him to take over again.

It probably would have been a good idea to fill Alistair in on his idea before acting on it, but there was no going back now, plus, Noah was confident in Alistair’s ability to quickly get the picture and realize at least somewhat the game he was playing here. Cops were supposed to be quick witted and sharp afterall.

Getting fully into character for all of this was pretty easy for Noah. Despite being a cop he was fairly familiar with his own drunken activities, so pretending to be drunk was a walk in the park for him. He gave another snort-laugh toward his partner, clumsily jumping back from the finger guns he had been given. ”Won’t be able to get...get me!” He exclaimed as he stumbled back over to where he had originally been standing before looking back up to the woman.

Her comment had a large grin spread across his face, the expression genuine and not just some act. What she was suggesting was way too amusing to Noah, and of course he had to take what he was given and run with it.

”You might..might just be on t’something,” he responded, making sure to once again slur his words as they slipped off his tongue. Noah made himself sway on his feet for a moment, reaching out to grab ahold of Alistair for balance all the while continuing to look at the food truck worker. ”Could give a beautiful lady like yourself a...a discount show.” Listen, Noah had absolutely no qualms with stripping for this woman if he wasn’t stopped. He had no reservations about his body, and honestly wouldn’t think twice about stripping for a known cannibal.

Despite the dead end that Cyrus had been, Hazel did have to appreciate “Sadittarius”, as that one was especially good, she was proud. Letting out a short, sharp laugh, Hazel grinned over at the young detective. “Sadittarius, that’s a good one, you get my sense of humor, Callie,” she told her, gently patting her on the shoulder as she unlocked the car and slid back inside.

Excellent word play aside, they really did have a crook to catch and Hazel wasn’t going to mess around. She had recently gotten word from the bomb squad that they had been able to disable the bomb, making sure it wouldn’t be a threat to anyone any longer, which did help ease some of Hazel’s worries. However just because the bomb itself had been taken care of, didn’t mean that the person - or possibly even people - behind it had been, and that was Hazel’s main concern right now.

Starting up the engine, Hazel thought back to Crowley.

He was a pretty scrawny guy, someone that didn’t look like much of a threat. However looks could be deceiving and just because he couldn’t hold his own in a physical fight, didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of causing serious damage in other ways.

Other ways like creating a bomb, for instance.

“Alright well, Crowley isn’t exactly that intimidating looking, but he’s pretty smart, I’d totally believe that he created a bomb in his basement or something, he’s kind of off his rocker and would definitely be the kind of guy...”

The topic of Crowley continued on all the way until they had arrived.

It was there that they had gotten the rather unfortunate news that Peter Crowley was dead.

Unlike his partner, Noah had no problems with taking his clothes off. He may not be somebody who did it just to do it, but he'd certainly strip if the situation called for it. People were animals and all animals were just naturally naked, so why should it matter if somebody was wearing clothes or not? Yeah, most other animals had fur to cover their weird, naked bodies, but that still wasn't ant different from a human being naked.

Oh well, now wasn't the time for Noah to get caught up in such thoughts. He needed to focus on this, and he supposed he could try and tone it down a little bit since it was getting obvious to him that Alistair wasn't a fan of the idea of taking his clothes off. "Yeah, yeah, for a meal," Noah repeated with a hopeful grin toward the woman.

There was no way her "I'll make you a meal" meant she was actually going to whip them up some burgers or something. No, Noah knew exactly what she meant with that statement, but he wasn't bothered or even worried from the implications of it. He didn't have anything to worry about, and even on the off chance that something did go wrong, Noah didn't think being turned into food truck food would be that bad. There were worst ways to die out there.

Playing the part of his excited self, Noah gave a little bounce, making sure to stagger ever so slightly. "Great!" He mused. "D'ya hear that?" He turned to Alistair and gave his partner a nudge. "We're getting meals!"