Officer Downe Page #2

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A lot of private funding,

which means it keeps the mayor

and the city council

off our ass.

What's the smell?

Oh, that...

You'll learn to ignore that.

Chief? Chief!

Chief... are we talking...

I think you know exactly what

we're talking about.

All the rumors you've

been hearing, they're true.

- Okay.

- Look, it doesn't matter.

It's no secret what's going

on out there.

The grinks and the groinks,

the pest and the vermin,

they're taking over.

We don't have the manpower

or the resources

to properly police the streets.

But you know what they say?

I don't, no.

Fight fire with fire. So we got

ourselves a secret weapon.

Holy sh*t. Is he dead?

What do you think?

Of course, he is.

- Uh, but...

- All systems go!

Fire up!

Watch this.

Opening channels a, b

and c for immediate download.

Initiate!

- Okay, clean him up!

- Get that uniform off.

Patholomic levels are

stabilizing.

Cardiac activity is normal.

Oxygen intake,

circulatory system,

everything's back online.

There you go, gable. Goddamn

miracle of modern science.

It doesn't matter how broken,

how mangled,

how completely pulverized

he gets out there,

what happens in here

makes him whole again.

Well, relatively speaking.

Officer Downe

reporting for duty.

How you doing, Terry?

Ready to get back out there?

I was born ready.

Chief, does he even know...

Best not to dig too deep

into the details.

Technically this is still

an experiment.

Just let him do his thing.

Look at you. Do you stand for

what's right and righteous?

Yes, you do.

Are you ready to crush some

criminal cranium? Yes, you are.

He's talking to himself.

Shh.

Because that's what you do,

isn't it?

Who else can? No one.

- Where's he going?

- The armory.

Oh...

The skells and shitheads...

They're packing

like a third world country.

They've convinced themselves

they own this city.

It makes me sick.

So what are we doing about it,

Terry?

We're gonna take it all back,

chief.

What's he doing?

Gathering up

his correctional equipment.

My baby.

And all the baby food

he can eat.

All righty then,

down to the motor pool.

So, he just picks up right

where he left off?

That's all he knows.

He's the perfect cop.

That's incredible. How?

- What do you mean, how?

- I mean, how!

What kind of technology can

actually bring someone

who's clinically dead back to...

You were vetted pretty

extensively, rookie.

Your psychological profile

suggested you are adequately

equipped to deal with these

particular circumstances

without struggling with any of

the moral implications involved.

That's exactly why you've been

brought on the inside.

I had a feeling about you,

and I hate to be proven wrong,

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