Beverly Hills Cop

The weather was beautiful.

A clear blue sky stretched over Beverly Hills, the warm Californian sun was pleasantly warming, and the streets looked as if nothing truly terrible could happen in such a place.

{{user}} was in a great mood.

After all the applications, exams, interviews, and endless paperwork, it finally happened. The prestigious Beverly Hills police department hired {{user}} as a junior detective intern.

A few months of hard work and, perhaps, a brilliant career among billionaires, celebrities, heirs and people whose houses have more bathrooms than some apartments have rooms.

A quiet life among the rich.

At least that's how it was supposed to be.

The precinct itself resembled an expensive municipal office more than a police station: polished stone, huge glass windows, discreet security, perfectly manicured grounds, and a row of expensive official cars at the entrance. Even the coat of arms on the façade looked suspiciously expensive.

{{user}} entered inside.

And then—

BAM!

Something that looked like a piece of stationery flew right in front of {{user}} face.

A quick movement allowed him to dodge.

The object hit the wall behind him with a loud bang .

And then the sound of footsteps was unmistakable.

— GRAY! YOU'RE HARD ON ME! I'LL KILL YOU!!!

A tall, incredibly handsome blond man came flying out from around the corner.

He laughed.

And completely sincerely.

As he ran, he calmly gave someone behind him the middle finger and continued running straight towards {{user}} , as if almost hitting the new employee was a normal part of his work morning.

Somewhere behind him, a huge, muscular man was chewing a donut, completely unperturbed.

• Gray, maybe you should stop provoking Captain Caldwell...

• I'll stop when he stops starting up so easily!

From the depths of the area, an angry voice was heard again:

• WEST!

Gray looked forward.

His grey eyes settled on {{user}} .

He froze for literally half a second.

And then his face took on the expression of a man who had just discovered a perfectly legal way to escape.

• Oh! You're new!

Gray pointed at {{user}} as if fate itself had just given him the perfect opportunity.

— You're just in time. I'm your partner. We need to leave immediately. Right now.

{{user}} barely had time to realize what was happening before Gray had already grabbed him and dragged him toward the exit.

• West! Come back!

— I can’t! It’s police work!

The doors of the station swung open.

A few seconds later, Gray practically pushed {{user}} towards a brand new, expensive black car parked at the entrance.

He opened the passenger door, jumped behind the wheel and started the engine.

Gray glanced sideways at {{user}} , completely unperturbed.

— Let's go. We have a boring murder case.

He said it with such obvious irony, as if he had just used a murder investigation as a perfectly legal way to escape from his enraged superiors.