Dudley Soames

- at the base of his skull. “It fell on my head?” “Yeah, kid said it was unbelievable, just knocked you clean out as you fired…” Dudley sighed, and that hurt. “I guess you want my badge and gun…” “Let’s see how Bergstresser does, yeah. Plenty of ways to play this game, Saomes.”

- baseball bat that fell from the rafters…” “Baseball bat?” “Yeah, we spoke to the one witness… what’s his name… Richard Grayson (@BludhavensOwn). Said a baseball bat fell from the rafters, clean on your head…” There was an awful pain now that they mentioned it, but it was -

“…. oowww… what the hell.” “Welcome back, detective.” Dudley look up painful. Two BCPD beside… a hospital bed. He was in hospital? “What happened?” “You got into an altercation with that reporter, @TedBergstresser…” Dudley remembered. That guy, always… “Wait… did I shoot -

Voice of a Generation Silenced: @TedBergstresser Shot in Downtown Bar

@TedBergstresser @BludhavensOwn Falling off his chair, blood spraying across his face, Dudley managed to land on his feet in a squat, drawing his Glock 19. He spun round, facing the reporter. "Blüdhaven Police! Calm the fuck down, or I’ll shoot!"

@DudleySoames @BludhavensOwn - sweep his hands across the bar, gathering empty glasses, and smash this fucking idiot of a detective in the face. Bitch that he was!

Hogan’s Ally, midday. Ted’s head was bandaged, his hair doing a bit of a Columbo around it. He had to be careful turning his head, the headache was real. Beer helped. He sat at the bar, his thoughts, people, the everydayness of Saturdays. One observation. Kids today with their -

@TedBergstresser @BludhavensOwn "Is there a problem?" he asked quietly through clenched teeth, leaning forward.

@DudleySoames @BludhavensOwn Ted turned on his stool to stare back.

@TedBergstresser @BludhavensOwn Dudley stared at him. "Did you make a complaint?"

@DudleySoames @BludhavensOwn "Classic Blüdhaven response from a cop," Ted said. "Instead of looking into the damn thing, you're laughing about it like a bitch."

@TedBergstresser "Someone got ambushed," Dudley said as he walked into the bar with a laugh. "Dick, a scotch," he said to the barman (@BludhavensOwn).

- And everything tasted like mouthwash now.

“All I goddamn need.”

@TedBergstresser @BludhavensOwn @MetropolisEagle @CatGrantShow @ScienceCops Dudley knocked back his bourbon and tapped the glass on the table. “I’ll have someone make the necessary arrangements. Nice meeting you.” He stood and left, walking slowly. “Night, Dick,” he said to the barman, sliding the glass across the bar.

@DudleySoames @BludhavensOwn @MetropolisEagle @CatGrantShow @ScienceCops There it was. The hand was played. There was a pithy remark on the tip of his tongue, but Ted swallowed it. There was no respect here, but Ted could tell this was due to something else, not this chance, if that was what it was, encounter. "Let's do that."

It had been a long shift and Dudley knew he would not be able to settle unless he had a couple of stiff drinks. He walked to Hogan’s.

@TedBergstresser @BludhavensOwn @MetropolisEagle @CatGrantShow Wiseguy. “I read you went on a shift with those jumped up punks in hockey pads, the @ScienceCops. You want to ride around with some real cops?”

@DudleySoames @BludhavensOwn @MetropolisEagle @CatGrantShow Ted placed the pen down on the newspaper before him and stared back. “Right. Blüdhaven PD, cop, seemingly on the never ending story that are the organized crime syndicates. What would you like to do now? Hold hands?”

@TedBergstresser @BludhavensOwn Dudley nodded, didn’t reply. “You work with the @MetropolisEagle.” He wasn’t asking. “You got screwed over by that @CatGrantShow. Nasty business.”

@DudleySoames @BludhavensOwn @MetropolisEagle Glancing around, Ted adjusted himself in his seat. “Yeah, Tails End. You?”

@TedBergstresser @BludhavensOwn @MetropolisEagle Dudley sat down, looking directly at the reporter. That was a face that had lived many lives. The lingering remains of a good tan, too. Had travelled. “I pride myself on picking up accents. North Blüdhaven?”

@DudleySoames @BludhavensOwn @MetropolisEagle His reverie broken, he looked up. Ted recognised the guy, cop, had seen him around at crime scenes. Hell, The whole bastard city was a crime scene. Ted sniffed and had a sip of his beer. “Sure.”

@TedBergstresser @BludhavensOwn @MetropolisEagle He coughed. “You mind if I join you?”

@DudleySoames @BludhavensOwn @MetropolisEagle Ted was staring at a crossword, idly twirling a pen between his fingers. 13 across. Talk from the stomach.

@BludhavensOwn Dudley took another look around the bar, a few steps and saw a guy in one of the booths, that scruffy looking reporter for the @MetropolisEagle, @TedBergstresser. He took his drink and walked over. “You mind?” he asked nodding at the empty seat before him.

@DudleySoames The barkeep nodded getting the man his bourbon, pouring the amber liquid into the glass. “Just you and the other guy. Here.” He placed the drink on the bar.

@BludhavensOwn “A bourbon.” A look around the bar. “Quiet night.”

@DudleySoames The barkeep, a young man in his mid-twenties, was wiping the bar down with a cloth, and nods a greeting. “What can I get you?”

@DelmoreRedhorn Soames left the office, slamming the door behind him. He ignored the looks from the other officers around him, marching quickly from the precinct before he hit someone.

@DelmoreRedhorn Soames closed the file. “There was another body found with its head twisted round, and we believe….”