Too Much Heat
| Too Much Heat | |
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| Date of Cutscene: | 20 May 2024 |
| Location: | GCPD Headquarters, Gotham City |
| Synopsis: | Sergeant Louis Melton delivers a message to The Boss, Salvatore Maroni. The message is a simple one: get things under control. Now. |
| Cast of Characters: | Harvey Dent |
| Tinyplot: | Harvey Dent: The Split |
Sergeant Louis Melton is a good cop. He doesn't leave others hanging with call-ins on his shifts, he doesn't skip town when the weather gets nice and leave his fellow officers covering for him. He supports his compatriots, he calls them on their bullshit, all while trying to help run a clean and tight ship. Melton's not a perfect cop, but he's a good cop. In Gotham, that's sometimes the best you can hope for.
Sergeant Louis Melton also has a few outstanding debts, wants his two children in good schools, a family to help support, an ailing sister in need of some financial support, and a wife that's relying on him to bring in his share to keep them afloat. Every little bit helps as a result of this.
Which is why as good a cop as Melton may be on the day-to-day, he's still crooked and on the take. He doesn't push products for the families, nor does he put an end to anyone on their behalf. A message here or there? A phone call to offer a little heads-up sometimes? He might be on the take, but at least he's not involved in anything too serious. He's not one of those Bad Cops.
The heavy door of GCPD headquarter's lockup slams shut behind him. Armed with his clipboard Sergeant Melton began performing his checks on the criminals confined to that maximum security wing. All manner of obscenities and taunts were thrown his way of course, as was customary. He ignored it all. Tonight he has a purpose. Door after door he passes, sparing a glance into each of the holding cells, performing his count, and ensuring that everyone shows some movement.
He pauses before one door and Salvatore Maroni's face looks up to regard him. Silent, but watchful. Melton's been being paid out of Maroni's coffers for the last four years. That long, silent look is an expectant one. "The Roman said to tell you that you've let this get out of control. Resolve it in a big way, so they forget about unanswered questions," Melton offered.
Maroni stares back for a moment, his eyes narrow, and he simply looks away again without a word or further acknowledgment. The message is received.
It seems that Maroni wasn't the only one to be paying Melton all these years.
