[Multi-Worlds: The Rookie, Lucifer (TV Series), Lethal Weapon (TV Series), and Yellowstone-verse]
[Sex: Male]
[Entry Type: Self-Insert, as an OC.]
[Race: Human]
[Boons (Not Including Racial Traits):
-Number of Boons: 5
-Subspace: Can store anything inside and take it out with a thought, things will appear where you want them for example in your pocket or hands or within the range of three to five meters of your person.
-High Tier healing factor: Your survivability is just a little bit better than Deadpool's, this also means that you operate at or beyond peak human capabilities.
-Danger Sense: You will feel an ever mounting pressure in the back of your mind that will increase with the level of danger you are near, it will decrease to tolerable levels when your life isn't in imminent danger.
Lie Sense: You have a strong intuition geared towards detecting when someone is lying to you or being less than truthful with themselves.
Detector Device: This device will scan and detect for hidden things, looks like a wand used for metal detection but has a five inch HDR touchscreen display that shows what it picks up and allows you to type in what you are searching for be it a person, gun, or that tv remote that always seems to misplace itself this can can find it.
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Memories of a different life play out in my dreams like a movie. In this second life my name is Silas Walker and he lived a rather privileged life with his mother being a hotshot defense lawyer. While his father ran a rather successful import/export company that trafficked weapons and drugs all over the world.
Both his father and mother were taken out by a car bombing placed in his mother's BMW X5, by his uncle Jackson who wanted to take advantage of Sarah's death destabilizing Micheal to seize power and take over the family business.
Luckily the FBI discovered what was going on and put Silas into the witness protection program that moved him to Los Angeles California. Silas was smart unlike myself and minded Crypto in his early teens, he even kept the hard drives/wallet that the coins were saved on safe and with him when he was relocated so he has money…half a billion to be exact no longer just crypto but diversified and properly invested through shell corporations.
The trial for his Uncle where he took that stand and got the bastard put away for life along with getting his freedom back. Lead to the memories of him enrolling into the LAPD Police Academy, my I mean his graduating class include John Nolan, Lucy Chen, Jackson West, that girl that Armstrong shoots in the show and a dozen others.
Blinking away the dream, I wake up in the most amazing feeling bed ever it's like sleeping on a perfectly balanced cloud of fluffiness and firmness and the sheets feel fucking heavenly against my bare skin.
"Fuck, if this is a dream I don't ever want to wake up." With that said I sit up and look around the room, to find a rather modest open themed loft with dark leather and dark wood furniture, a large wall sized television, there's a bar, pool table and an air hockey table near living room furniture.
On the nightstand beside my bed, my iPhone begins to vibrate. Looking over at it I see it is an alarm with a label, "First Day, Mid-Wilshire!"
"No…no fucking way…I'm a fucking cop! This is fucking real!" Taking a deep breath while closing my eyes I work to control my anxiety.
'This is real…I have boons. I'm rich…God, Lucifer, Demons and Angels are real in this mashup universe…all and all things could be worse.' My panic attack recedes, with my thumb I swipe away the alarm and I get out of bed then make my way into the bathroom to take care of the morning routines.
I get out of the shower and dry off in the bathroom, head into my walk-in closet. Looking through the large amount of expensive clothing I come to a stop in front of the insanely expensive kevlar, spider-silk blend clothes that look like standard LAPD blues and blacks for patrol officers.
Putting on my underclothes, my two backup holsters and weapons which are two Glock 43 with flared magwells, the holsters also hold one extra mag and push knives.
Then I put on my standard body armor, then my pants, shirt, boots and tie. Turning to look at myself in the full body length mirror a small stunned sound escapes my lips.
"Damn, I look good…" I hum thoughtfully, my being a five-foot-eleven. With slightly messy black and copper hair, with eyes that are dominantly a bright green in color with flecks of good sparkling in them with a red corona that is reminiscent of the sun around my pupils.
Packing a duffle bag with my Duty-belt while clipping my police credentials onto my regular belt, my service weapon which is a Glock 19 with a flared magwell and an extended mag, with two back up magazines, along with two sets of police cuffs and a collapsible baton.
Two spare uniforms also go into my duffle bag along with an extra pair of boots.
'I'm really going to be a cop…' It really settles in when I pick up the silver plated tin badge with badge number #15527. Laying my badge down on top of my spare uniforms, I zip up my duffle and head out of the closet.
Leaving my walk-in closet and engaging the locking system since the closet also serves as a small armory/panic room heading down stairs into the kitchen, my butler Alfred Wilkins greets me and hands me a breakfast sandwich and a large to-go cup of coffee.
"Good Morning, Sir…I have your breakfast ready to go. I wish you well on your first day as a probationary police officer, Sir…" Alfred's British accent gives off a sense of sophistication as he gives a disdainful glance towards my breakfast sandwich.
"Thank you Alfred. What vehicle do you think I should drive into the station on my first day?" My curiosity gets the best of me and the older gray haired man who looks like Ser Anthony Hopkis in his mid forties.
"Might I suggest that you take…that pick-up truck that you adore so much, Sir?" Alfred offers with amusement in his voice, and proceeds to hand me the key fob to a Ford Raptor R that has been armored to the point it could give Potus's Cadillac a run for its money with the off-roader add-ons.
"You know me so well, Alfred." I reply playfully, playing my role of Silas to a T, so much so it almost feels like I've always been Silas Walker.
Taking the keys I get into the private elevator into the underground garage, and nearly bust a nut in my pants at the sight of my garage…it's a gear heads wet dream of cars, bikes and trucks.
Shaking away my urge to just stand in one spot and drool over the vehicles I own, I head over to the Heavily Armored Ford Raptor R.
Get into the cab and press the start button the engine growls to life, bringing an excited grin to my face, as I'm about to put the truck in drive my eyes drift to a car dolly.
A pressure and an alarm start to make their presence known at my temple when I begin to dismissively look away from the car dolly.
'I think it'd be a good idea to listen to this new sense that I have…didn't Lucy Chen's car break down a mile or two from the station, on her first day?' Shrugging off my thoughts while listening to this new sense, I back up to the dolly hop out of the truck and hook it up, then jump back up into the cab and begin the commute to the Mid-Wilshire Department.
Turning on the APX radio as I hit the main road, a voice carrying urgency comes over the radio. "This is Detective Murtaugh with the Hollywood Division Badge Number: 15893, Detective Martin Riggs and I are in pursuit of a stolen armor truck and are under heavy gun fire, requesting backup at-" The sound of a vehicle crashing into something makes the radio cut out.
"Dispatch, Off-Duty Probationary Officer Silas Walker, Badge Number: 15527 responding to the call for aid by Detective Murtaugh." I speak into the mic and begin driving to the location that pops up
'It's a good thing I still have an hour before the roll call.'
"You are attached to the call for assistance, dispatch has sent the location data to your personal box." The feminine voice comes over the channel, coming to a stop before turning onto a six lane open road.
I spot the armored truck barreling towards me with the Martin Riggs actor from the tv series hanging onto one of the open rear doors being swung around, like a tennis racket.
Letting the armored truck drive by me I pull out onto the road, drive up the side of the armored truck lining up the bed of the truck to Riggs and roll down the very rear window.
"JUMP INTO THE BACK OF THE TRUCK!!!" Shouting over the sounds of AK-47 fire and the honking of horns.
Martin Riggs laughs in an unhinged way and jumps from the armored truck into the bed of my armored truck.
"Thanks for the save, I'm Martin Riggs!" Riggs cheerily says to me as he climbs his way into the front passenger seat and shakes my hand only to duck down as submachine gun fire pelts the passenger window and pings off of it.
"You're welcome, I'm Silas Walker and today is my first day as a cop." I explain as I return his offered hand and shake it.
"You bullet proofed your truck?!" Martin Riggs's exclamation draws a chuckle out of me.
"Well yeah…this is L.A. not to brag or anything but this truck has a better armor rating than most military humvees." My reply is playful and draws a laugh out of Riggs.
"Huh, neat…" Riggs mutters in amusement while his voice trails off.
"I've got a plan to stop that truck…"
"I'm all ears." Riggs cheerily replies.
"Well okay I lied it's not so much of a plan as an idea, I've got that car dolly hooked up to the back of my truck if we wedge it underneath that truck's wheels, and pull the hitch pin we could probably flip it or wreck my truck or maybe both." I explain my idea, Riggs laughs and without a moment of hesitation he climbs back into the bed of the truck.
"Ready when you are, Walker!" Riggs shouts looking through the rearview mirror as I hammer the accelerator pedal to the floor to get in front of the armored truck, see a Prius with Murtaugh behind the wheel trying to catch up to us.
'Time to make an impression…that will hopefully see me become a detective by the time my probationary period is over…that is if I stick to this whole cop thing.' I think tapping the brakes makes the armored truck's front wheels lock into the dolly.
"I GOT IT!!!" Riggs shouts and holds the hitch pin in the air, "GET IN THE CAB NOW!!!" I shout back to Riggs who does so just as I cut the wheel to the right hard while pressing the pedal to the floor.
Spinning out I watch as my plan comes to fruition with all the Hollywood magic one would expect from a movie as the armored truck does one full flip then stops and teeters on its front bumper for microseconds that feel like hours, and just as the armored truck seems like it's going to fall back into it's tires Murtaugh crashes his commandeered Prius into the fucking thing making it fall over onto it's roof.
"Exciting first day, huh? Bet you're loving becoming a cop right now?" Martin Riggs asks playfully while jostling my shoulders.
"Come on, let's go out those guys in cuffs and check on my partner Rog!" Martin Riggs seems to have boundless energy as he hopes out of my truck through the backseat almost skipping over to the armored truck where the robbers are trying to crawl out of the wreck.
"Okay…what have I gotten myself into?" My question goes unanswered as I also hop out of my truck and join Riggs in putting the five guys in handcuffs and we are joined by Rodger Murtaugh.
"Thanks for the assistance Officer Walker, I'll make a call to your watch commander…and let him know you're assisting us on a high profile case. What station are you stationed at?" Rodger Murtaugh asks me with an ingrained smoothness in his voice while offering me a friendly grin.
"Mid-Wilshire, I believe the Watch Commander is Sergeant Grey."
"Yup, it's Grey alright!" Rodger Murtaugh chuckles and looks as if he's reminiscent of something that happened between them in a fond friendish sort of way.
While Rodger is on the phone and black and whites start securing the scene Riggs and I perp walk the would be armored truck robbers to my truck and put them in the bed of my truck.
"Now, how do we make sure they don't jump out on our way to the station?" Riggs hums cheerfully, without a word I walk over to the rear driver's side door, press the button on the underside of the backseat which reveals a cubby the length of the backseat that holds, emergency supplies which includes one Barret 50 cal, a magazine and twelve rounds, and a bag of fifty extra large zip ties with metal reinforcement, road flares etc etc.
Grabbing the zip ties, I rejoin Riggs at the bed of my truck and slap the package against his chest lightly, "These will do!" Riggs looks at me with an appreciative/appraising look in his eyes.
"You wouldn't want to switch over to Hollywood station would you? Rog and I sure could use someone like you watching our six." Riggs asks and honestly it is very very hard not to shout yes.
"I mean I'm a Rookie so…I probably wouldn't be able to have your guys' backs as much as I'm sure you guys need if shit like this is an everyday occurrence for you two."
"Right the eighteen month probationary period…" Riggs trails off sounding disappointed as he hopes up into the bed of my truck and starts zip tying the lags of our suspects together, Riggs restrains the last one just as Murtaugh joins us.
"Alright I squared things away with Wade, let's get these chuckle heads to processing, then we'll get your statement and a receipt for the damages to your personal property…and I know my wife would love it if you came over for dinner tonight, you know for saving Riggs's life."
"Uhh-thank you…but I don't think I really saved his life. He seemed like he had everything under control." I offer back feeling self-conscious which makes Riggs burst into laughter and swing an arm over my shoulder.
"Haa! I like this kid Rog, hey you think if we put in a good word for him we could get him as our rookie?" Riggs asks playfully while Roger Murtaugh takes on an expression that screams he's considering it.
"I'll talk to Avery about it later..." Murtaugh offers promptly and I duck out of the situation and climb behind the wheel of my truck.
"Damn this is a nice set of wheels you got here, Officer Walker...what did you do Rob a bank?" Murtaugh asks jokingly.
"Please, just call me Silas or Walker...and no I'm just rich..." I offer back to Murtaugh and begin driving the Hollywood station.
"Ohh-ho-ho-ho, you're that Silas Walker the kid who was in the business digest, and the star witness from the Walker trial...my daughter Rianne has pictures of you on her wall and computer!" Murtaugh very nearly gushes when he realizes who I am.
"Man Trish is going to be so excited to meet you too, you're an inspiration to her, hearing your story made my wife start her own law firm!"