City Prowlers
The city is dangerous at night. That’s why Sans and his brother, Papyrus, decided to take a vacation from their job as Police Officers.
They moved to New York from Ireland, because it wasn’t to their liking. They wanted something that felt like Snowdin. So, they lived in a small town that wasn’t as crowded, but they drive into the city every day to go to work. Papyrus was a detective, and Sans was your regular policeman (or monster), patrolling the streets, watching for suspicious activity.
They both really enjoyed their jobs. Papyrus, who was lazy, liked to sit at his desk researching his suspects.
Sans, on the other hand, was always on some kind of mission and was hardly ever at the precinct. He had convinced their boss to let him help his brother with anything he needed. You technically call them partners (Papyrus likes saying ‘partners in crime’ to which Sans groaned every time), but Sans still patrolled even when Papyrus was out investigating a crime scene.
Sans sometimes patrolled late at night. He didn’t appreciate it much, but when he learned it was more on his paycheck, he was happy to comply.
Often times, he didn’t see anything truly unusual. Sometimes, he would think something was up, but seldom it was really something to worry about once he investigated. But one night, he saw something… extraordinary.
It was slow. Nothing really happened all day. Sans was on his way to the precinct, to report to his boss and sign out.
He pulled up and saw someone bending over a shadow. They were right in front of the door.
Sans slowly and quietly got out of the car and silently closed the car door. He placed his hand on his gun (he really didn’t like it, but it did sometimes prove to be convenient) and called out, “Excuse me?”
The person stood up and turned towards him. It was a girl, he thought, and she was wearing a mask. She had long blonde hair and had something large on her back.
She smiled at him, and leaped onto the roof of the precinct, then dashed out of sight.
Sans cried, “Wait!” but too late. The figure was gone. He looked back at the door. A person, unmoving, was sitting there with his hands tied. He, too, had a mask. There was a bag of money in his lap.
Sans ran up to him and checked his pulse. He was alive but unconscious. Sans looked up at the roof but to no avail. She was gone.
Sans opened the door and dragged the unconscious man into the building. Su, the captain immediately ran over.
“What happened?” She demanded.
Sans shook his head. “Some girl dropped him off.”
“Wait.” Said Su. “Did she have blonde hair? Mask?”
Sans nodded.
Su stared him in the eye. “Did you see her wings?”
“Wings?” echoed Sans. Was she a human-like monster and he didn’t realize?
“Yes, wings.” Supplied his Captain. "Big, mechanical wings attached to her back.”
Sans shook his head. “I saw something, but I didn’t think they were wings.”
Su said, “Think back to that moment. But, before you get too much into it, go grab the money.”
Sans looked at her as if she was crazy. “Money? What money?”
“Sans, the money that was in the bag that you found with him.”
Sans nodded. “Oh,” and walked out and grabbed the bag.
Once he was back inside, he said, “Yes, I believe they were wings. Why?”
Su’s face lit up with perceptiveness. “Ah,” she said as if that explained everything.
Sans was still confused. “What does all this mean?”
Su grinned at him and brushed her blonde hair out her eyes.
“She shows up about twice a month with a criminal in tow. Usually a thief, sometimes a murderer, or someone she caught performing domestic violence.”
Sans stared at her. “Seriously? Are you pulling my leg?”
Su laughed, and said, “Yes, Sans, I’m telling the truth. She’s called Nighthawk, and we are in serious debt for all the things she has done for us.”
She turned around, pointed at Monroe, their Internet Digger (as Papyrus called him), and told him, “Search for a recent bank robbery or something of the like in the last hour,” she said, “’cuz a little birdie made a call.”
Monroe grinned. “Nighthawk?”
Su nodded, still smiling.
Sans began to feel a little frustrated. “Does everyone but me know this person?”
Pretty much the whole precinct cracked up in response.
“I didn’t know!” came a shout from the door. The pretty intern and her best detective friend walked in. She smiled sympathetically at Sans.
“Until yesterday, I thought we had some spy that’s… umm…”
She looked at Roman, her friend for a moment, and then turned back to Sans.
“Like that guy in Lethal Weapon. D’ya know that movie?”
Sans nodded. “My brother forced me to watch it.”
She smiled. “Yeah, like that guy.”
She shook her head and then laughed. “When everyone told me about this modern Superhero, I didn’t believe them. I thought they were performing some kinda sick prank.” Her strange vocabulary and accent made her fun to talk to.
“But then she showed up in the afternoon yesterday while you were on patrol and I was here pouring some of my coffee.
“Apparently she found some guy beating up a kid half his age and beat him up is return, then dragged him here. It was pretty cool!”
She giggled, and said to Roman, “I’m sure you knew, didn’t you?”
He nodded, grinning like The Joker in a bank without security locks.
“Yeah. She’s pretty wicked.”
Sans looked at him a moment, then walked out the door, shaking his head.
He worked with some crazy people.