InsaneJournal

Who: Digger & Open (Multiples Welcome)
What: Working
When: July 2nd, 2074
Where: Around New Dublin
Rating: TBD (possibly high, it's Digger)
Status: Open / Incomplete



Peace was good for business. But so was war. There was no denying that simple fact. Sure plenty of folks came out of such strife either broken, bloody or dead. Yet the dirty cop always seemed to turn a profit, no matter how bad things got. It paid to be the one burying the bodies. Doubly so when the man was a Neutral party who took contracts from all the major gangs. Sure it was a dangerous position to be in; working closely with so many deadly people but not having any of them truly on his side. Sure it would have been safer to pick a side and stick with it. Hell half the cops on the force were in the pocket of a gang. However Conners kept himself above such concerns...hiring out his services to all the major players, while making it known that he belonged to none.

Death, guns, drugs, and tech. The corrupt cop had worked hard to get a finger in every possible pie in New Dublin. The rules were simple, and widely known. Pay on time, and he'd get the job done. If someone needed killing, a corpse and evidence needed to disappear, or a shipment needed to make it somewhere safely...he was your man. No questions asked, no strings attached. There was no line Digger wouldn't cross, with a single glaring exception. No harm was to come to children. Beyond that the cop was up for anything, provided that it paid.

After getting off the clock from the day job he headed out into the city. A list of jobs already waiting to be handled, bodies that needed to be vanished, and even a contract kill request was on his to do list as well. The city never slept, nor did it's gravedigger. So with a mocha caf-stick dangling from his lip the cop was on the move, eager to see just what the night held in store for him.