Cops Meeting
Let me say this again because some of you can't seem to get this shit through your thick fucking skulls. My family is off limits. My kids, my wife, my bitches, my friends- and I mean any version of my friends. The Avengers, the office versions, the versions who work for the postal service, the ones who work in the grocery store. Anyone with their names and faces is off fucking limits.
You think I'm saying this for my own good? Any one of them would try to kill you if you try them the wrong way. Brock got lucky, Bucky won. Bucky put him out quick. If he hadn't and I saw that shit on the body cam, pieces of him would be stuck in the cracks of the floor like Brad.
All of you, listen up. There will be no more warnings. If you try to so something to someone on my list, or if you see something and don't tell me about it. [He looks at Brock's partner] You're ending up buried out back. [He gives Chris the signal to cuff Officer Bistender and he opens the door for her as she leads him out to the cell.]
Now everyone who wants a turn, get in line. Rules are as usual, the one to kill him buys the station drinks.
[Every officer has a list in their email like a memo with the names and faces of all the Avengers, his kids, his closest friends, and Avenger kids. Mistresses are on the list, Chris and Evan are also on the list]