by Kia Tyler

Created on: January 13, 2009

KARMA INC.

The only way to know for sure is to ask the question. It needed to be done. How could he even try? After all, he understood exactly how she felt. The scumbags who managed to elude the justice system would still pay once her guys caught up with them.

In a poetic way, though his people held the badges, her people were the cops. In most cases, even better. Yes, they could make one hell of a team, her guys and the police.

But nope, that would never happen. Vigilante justice is illegal. No one on the force knew who these people were, and the only members of the public who wanted to see any of them go down were those with something to hide from them.
Mostly those with expensive suits, a wife, a mistress, a nanny, and a cushy job on capitol hill. Even so, the simple point was that civilians besting the police at catching bad guys was bad for business.

Though everyone on the force had become a cop for a good reason, somewhere along the way many had gotten sucked into the void of not only defending the innocent, but also the guilty. The law had been written and re-written in a way that allowed the guilty walk away with a slimy, gloating smile that made him sick at his stomach, and that kind of thing takes it's toll on a cop.... wears him out quickly, numbs him to a point that he almost doesn't care anymore. Her people helped with all that, and had made him and a lot of other frustrated cops out there feel like they still made a difference.

And now, he had to take her down. Deep in thought, he sipped his coffee, squinting as he felt it burn his tongue. Man, sometimes life's a bitch.

Well, he thought to himself, here we go. Gotta be done. The suits are watching through the two-way mirror. .just do it, man. Make it look good.

He sauntered into the interrogation room, head held high, and leaned on the cold metal table, palms down, staring at the vision of a woman sitting on the other side of it.
His mouth suddenly gone dry again,
he opened it quickly and the question came out slowly, in a voice that was barely his-

"Are you involved with Karma Incarnate?"

So much for making it look good, he thought.

She sat there, her beautiful dark eyes staring into his without so much as a flinch as a reaction to his question. She took her time responding, taking a piece of paper off the desk and slowly folding it in half, then half again, Origami, he thought, she has nerves of steel. He envied her ability to stay so cool.
After 22 years on the force and the bastards he'd dealt with

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