Chapter 31: You're Under Arrest!

Sun! Neptune! Cinder! And all the rest! With that roster for this climax, how can it go wrong? Well, if I was more of a hack writer than I am right now, I'm sure that it could actually get worse. But, since I straddle the line between hack and genius writing, I'm sure that it'll turn out great! Right? Right. Anyway, with all that being said and done, let's get to the thrilling, action-packed, and amusing climax of You're Under Arrest! Let's feel that heat!

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Sun and Neptune stopped as soon as they reached the door's threshold.

Looking around, they saw that they were inside another large room. From the looks of it, this room appeared to be a storage room. You know, what one would normally expect to be present in a warehouse. Large weapon storage crates lined the room, with a few halogen lamps scattering light from up above.

Carefully, Neptune and Sun began to creep around the room. That one large stack of storage crates really drew their attention, as well as their concern. It was large enough for anyone to hide anything behind. And, as neither of them could hear the telltale clink of glass slippers against the floor, the police duo assumed that's where their hot mystery lady was hiding.

As they crept on the crate pile, Sun gestured with his hand for Neptune to go around on the other side. Nodding, Neptune obeyed Sun's directions and started to walk around the right side of the pile. Sun, meanwhile, went around to the left. It was your bog-standard flanking maneuver.

As they flanked the crates, Sun and Neptune finally came face to face with their mystery fire lady. And, by the looks of it, she had already thought of her ticket out of this mess. She was sitting lazily on a crate, playing with a large fire dust crystal in one of her hands.

"Oh, you two are fast," she dryly observed.

Sun furrowed his brow. "Hey, lady! Put down the dust! VCPD!" he barked.

The lady let out a sigh as she stood up to face the hunter pair. She took her time to stretch her back, before holding out the dust crystal for Sun and Neptune to see it better.

"Well, if you don't want to be finely cooked, I suggest you let me go," the woman said in a silky voice.

"Look, you don't need to do anything foolish," Neptune said in a firm, but soft tone. "Just put down the crystal, and give up."

As if she didn't pay attention to what Neptune said, the woman began to explain: "The crates in this room are filled with nothing but pure dust crystals. It would be… unpleasant if something set them all off. After all… it only takes a single spark." She punctuated her threat with a smooth smirk.

Sun and Neptune both took a few steps back at her threat. Damn, she had them by the balls. They thought they were going to stop people with bombs, not some crazy/sexy/crazy lady who was threatening to blow them all up with dust. Not that that point was all that far off, of course.

"…So, if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way," the woman said, starting to walk away. However, Sun cocked back the hammer on his revolver to get her attention.

"You're not movin' a fuckin' inch, lady. Now drop it!" Sun commanded.

"Cute as it may be to play cop, this is starting to get on my nerves," the woman said with a slight scowl. "Now, how about you drop your guns, and let me pass? I'm sure neither of you are fans of having your flesh burn."

Sun gritted his teeth. Damn it, he couldn't do anything about this lady! Man, she was good! His hand gripped the smooth wood of his revolver's grip tighter, before letting it go into a loose grip. Bending down, Sun placed the gun on the ground and showed the lady his empty hands. It sucked, but it was the only real option he had.

Neptune looked over at Sun and grimaced. This wasn't fair at all. But, he knew it had to be done. Mirroring Sun's actions, Neptune began to crouch to place down his gun. As he hunched over, he felt his d20 press against him in his pocket. Wait! His d20!

Locking eyes with his partner, Neptune quickly stood up and reached into his pocket. "Sun, now!" he cried, grabbing his die in his fist. Taking the d20 out of his pocket, he drew back his arm. This sure was a fucking dumb idea. But hey, it could work. Hopefully.

Trusting his arm and his aim, Neptune hurled the die at the woman. As it made its arc towards the lady, the words "Roll for damage" flashed into Neptune's mind almost on instinct.

The green d20 struck the lady in the center of her head, before flopping to the floor with a small, plastic clacking noise. "Huh?" was all the woman could grunt in confusion.

However, it was all clear to Sun what Neptune did. It was a distraction! Diving to the floor, Sun scooped back up his revolver and took aim at the fire lady. His aim was good an his sight was true. He could land a solid shot on her.

Sun took aim at Cinder's center mass, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet flew out of the revolver's barrel, and made a straight arc for Sun's target: her chest.

…And then the bullet proceeded to ram itself right between Cinder's legs.

Sun's aim was off, to say the least. But, that didn't mean that it wasn't effective.

An almost indescribable look crossed Cinder's face when the slug was shot at her crotch. It was a mix of shock, horror, pain, and shock again. In other words, the look you'd expect from someone who just got shot in the genitals.

A high-pitched wheeze escaped from Cinder's lips as she staggered against the crate she was sitting on a moment ago, before unceremoniously slumping to the floor. Her trembling fingers let go of the fire dust crystal, which rolled on the floor towards Sun. Sun made sure to grab the dust crystal and shove it into his pocket, before standing back up.

"Dude! You shot her in the crotch!" Neptune simply exclaimed.

"…I was aiming for her chest," Sun replied, dusting off his shirt.

"That's… I don't know!" exclaimed Neptune, who looked on in bewilderment.

"C'mon, it can't be—OH GOD!" Sun's dismissal phrase was interrupted by the not-so-pleasant view up Cinder's skirt. Given how much she was writhing around on the ground in pain, seeing such a sight was practically unavoidable.

In order to keep this story's graphic violence down somewhat, a vivid description won't be provided for Cinder Fall's now mangled vagina. Instead, for those curious to know that image, simply imagine a bunch of shredded cold cut slices covered in blood.

"You shot off part of the god damn lip!" Neptune cried, recoiling in horror.

"No shit, Neps!" Sun replied, his face scrunched in disgust.

"H-hos… H-h-h… H-hossss… H-ooospitalll…" Cinder begged from the ground.

"Oh, shit, right!" Sun said, something clicking in his head.

Walking over to Cinder, Sun knelt down and began to quickly read Cinder her rights. "You got the right to remain silent, anything you say can be used in a court o' law, you have the right to an attorney, you'll get one if ya can't afford one. Understand?"

The only response from Cinder was an incredibly pained gurgle. Well, that was a good enough answer in Sun's book.

Springing to his feet, Sun proudly declare, "You're under arrest, bitch! Yeah! BOOM!" He then offered Neptune a high five, who hesitantly returned it.

"Uh… shouldn't we get her some help?" Neptune pointed out.

"…Shit, yeah. Hold on," Sun said, pulling out his scroll. Dialing in the number for emergency services, he was starting to feel antsy for an ambulance to show up. As the dial tone rang, he briefly wondered if he should tell them to bring a few extra body bags for the mess in the other room.

But, besides all that, Sun and Neptune bagged themselves a baddie! Yeah!

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Some time later…

As it turned out, Ruby already called for the cavalry, in addition to Sun. Good thing too, because the group sure as shit needed the extra ambulances and body bags for the messes they all individually made. Still, just because this was all going to be cleaned up easily, didn't mean that this took weight off of Sun's mind. Since Yang told him and Neptune what happened to the Gabby, he was thinking of how much Ozpin was going to dig into him for indirectly causing that thing to get wrecked AGAIN, this time for good.

Oh well.

As the ambulances had loaded up the still breathing White Fang members and their human partners, and the still recovering Team RWBY were giving statements to the responding officers that were called/getting needed medical treatment, Sun and Neptune sat on the hood of one of the police cruisers.

"What a fuckin' night…" Sun said to nobody in particular.

"No kidding," agreed Neptune.

After all, what else could you say about a night where, among other things: A bomb plot was thwarted, a bunch of White Fang terrorists were stopped, a bunch of stolen or illegal weapons were taken off the streets, stolen dust was recovered, a van laced with fire dust exploded a high-powered mech, a miniature black hole was generated, and a twenty sided die was used to take down a woman who threatened to blow everyone to hell.

At that thought, something clicked in Sun's mind. "Hey, what did the die land on?" he asked Neptunee.

"Huh? I didn't check before I picked it up," Neptune replied, digging into his jacket pocket and pulling out his lucky green die.

"Bet it was something good," Sun noted.

Neptune gave Sun a brief shrug before rattling the die in his hand. Then, with a light toss, Neptune rolled the die against the hood of the police car. Both him and Sun paid attention to it, curious to see what number would pop up.

Once the die settled, the pair couldn't help but laugh at the result.

It was a solid twenty.

"Now THAT'S pretty fuckin' good!" laughed Sun.

"Hell yeah it is!" Neptune replied, chortling.

The pair continued to laugh for another solid minute, before their laughter faded into small chuckles. Just as they finished basking in their mirth, Chief Irons unexpectedly walked up the pair.

"Chief!" Sun exclaimed. "What're ya doing here!"

"Wanted to see it in person," Chief Irons replied. "Heard it was a big bust."

"You bet it was," Neptune said, running a hand through his hair.

Sun, meanwhile, pulled the fire dust crystal out of his pocket and handed it to Chief Irons. "Crazy bitch tried to blow us up with that. Might as well put it with the rest of the evidence."

Nodding, the chief put the crystal in his jacket pocket. "I will. Ya know, you two did the city some good tonight," he complimented.

"Thanks, chief!" Sun replied with a small smile. But, it faded slightly when he said, "But, eh, what about the damages?"

"Don't run the moment, rookie," Chief Irons said, before pulling out a cigar and lighter. Lighting it up, he took a quick puff. "You'll cross that bridge when you'll come to it, " he noted.

"Fair enough," Neptune conceded.

Flicking a few ashes off the end of his smoke, Chief Irons said, "Guess I'll be seeing you two around, then." With that, he walked off towards another group of officers. At least he bothered to hand out a compliment before getting back to business.

When the chief was out of hearing range, Sun said, "Wow. Bet that was fuckin' rare."

"It's nice, though," Neptune agreed.

The two sat in silence after that remark, watching the officers, medical technicians, and other crime scene responders scuttle about. It was almost like the two were in a kind of haze. Everything felt… different. But, neither could tell if that was a good or bad feeling. However, it didn't really matter in the end. It was something new, that much was for sure. They might as well enjoy it while they could.

That feeling was interrupted by a sudden growling noise. Looking down, Neptune realized that it was his stomach grumbling. Now that he had sat down, he was starting to feel a bit puckish.

"Man, I'm hungry," Neptune observed.

"Wanna get something to eat?" Sun offered.

"What do you have in mind?" asked Neptune.

"Hot dogs? I'm pretty sure I saw a wiener joint on the way over here," suggested Sun.

"…Yeah, I'm down for that. Let's go!" Neptune said, sliding off the cruiser's hood to stand up. Sun did the same, and was now standing beside him.

"You're paying," Neptune told Sun.

"…Guess it's on the house, then," Sun noted, already beginning to walk away.

Neptune allowed himself a brief smile before following after his partner, his friend. As they walked away from the warehouse, Neptune couldn't help but think to himself that somehow, in some way, he was a lucky man. Everything turned out relatively well tonight, all things considered. And now, he was lucky enough to get a break along with his buddy.

And god damn it, the both of them were going to enjoy it for all it was worth.

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So… what did you think? Good, right? Bet you didn't see that takedown coming! Admittedly, that was one of the first ideas I had while coming up with this story. I just HAD to have it fit in there. Plus, now all that d20 stuff also paid off! Yay for Chekov's Guns! But, don't think I'm done yet! There's still one more bit to go! Until then, hold out for me! I know you fans can do it! You can feel that heat!

This is The Draigg, and I'm out of here… for now!