Reno's Arches

A Story by Abishai100

What's behind the brain of a policeman, in Reno time?

Narrated (fictional) crime-adventure, set in Reno.

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I was in Reno, the biggest little city in the whole world, where I was hired as an ex-cop to help protect a tourist-woman (Anne) who was stalked/threatened by a Slasher who modeled himself after some leviathan-crime story (movie!) and sped-off to Reno in my rented white classic auto with focus and spirit. My name's Amlan Satan (Selfie-like).

SLASHER: You dare think I'd reveal to you I'm the threat-man to Anne, fool?

ME: This cyber-exchange for public view's all vigilante-humor for Reno's arches!

SLASHER: This is french-fries non-sense, fool.

ME: Well, you (like others) shan't make for discovery where Anne's cleats are (IQ).

SLASHER: Damn you...Reno's mine.

ME: Not without doubt (Selfie-like).

Well, I dared this 'Slasher' stranger character to find me in some Reno casino and challenge me to some 21-game for public video for upload onto social media to map to his 'anonymous' cyber-exchanges already in public-view, and I knew the snake when I greeted him and I knew to tap the police/security to check his bag, and they did; and they did find his signature blade, right out of some horror-crime movie from Hell (damn).

ANNE: Won't you stay here with me (in Reno)?

ME: Nah...my work's incomplete but perfect; and there's crime elsewheres, Anne!

ANNE: You've got the mind of a child.

ME: You too (thanx).

ANNE: Facebook-like!

The adventure doesn't end there, for the Slasher's estranged brother ('Gash') decided to now chase me, the hero-detective of Reno, the biggest little city in the whole world. The Gasher made for discovery my Bostonian accent(s) and tracked me to New England where he would stalk one of the policewomen in the station I formerly worked as an overground street-cop (in car!). Then again, is a policeman's consciousness ever rid of leviathan (for the Ego)?