"Hello. I'm here on a wellness check. May I see your ID?"
A woman with long blonde hair was standing at the porch of a neglected house. The yard was overgrown with grass, weeds. The door was open showing a man, tall yet plump. A foul odor wafted out from the open door.
"Piss off bitch."
Female officers were not a common sight in the States, but it was expected that they would be given the same outward respect as a male officer would. The man clearly had no respect for her. Or maybe he would treat any officer that way? Regardless, it rubbed Naomi the wrong way.
The officer blinked a couple of times before smiling at the man, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"I'm here on a wellness check. May I see your ID please?"
Police needed ID's to run checks on the people they were talking to, to search for active warrants / crimes. As such she had grown a habit of asking ID from anyone she met on duty. Assholes like this especially.
The door was slammed in her face. Naomi was pissed.
"Sir!" She yelled, banging on the door. "What's WRONG with you!?"
"Fuck off!!!" He yelled from somewhere deep inside the house.
Police were allowed to enter someone else's home without a warrant if they had 'exigent circumstances.' That manchild clearly had some sort of reason to be acting like this to her. She thought, already taking out her baton. What in the world was he hiding? Wellness check be dammed.
"Is something wrong?"
Her voice started to take on a slightly sweet tone as she banged on the door some more for good measure. Naomi was glad the bodycam did not have a way to capture the slowly spreading smile on her face.
"Is there anyone else in the house with you? I'm only trying to help! Listen to me!!!"
There was no response. Alright. He was asking for it. He was coming with her for a trip to the station, willing or not. Naomi gave it one more try.
"Saul~! We got a call from your mom, she hadn't seen you in a while. She thought something happened to you. Are you high? I'm coming inside if you don't respond!"
Naomi's irritation grew by the second, only slightly sated by her incessant banging on the door. It was growing louder with her anger. Alright. She knew this was against the law, but Saul Goodman had given her enough 'excuses' for her to enter.
Even if the charges were dropped later, so what? He'd still lose his job, have to spend time in jail, pay a bunch of fees... She'd *ruin* him for this. And what was the risk for her? A slap on the wrist? Naomi's lips had parted wide enough to show the edges of her teeth.
"I'm coming inside! Police!"
She took her baton and smashed a nearby window!
The house was a mess. It reeked! Fucking pig... Naomi drew her gun. She didn't plan to shoot anyone, but it was simply protocol to keep herself safe. Speaking of that pig, where was he...?
"Saul! Is that your name? I'm inside the house now! Come out and put your hands where I can see them! Nobody has to get hurt! Saul?"
She trudged through the house, almost tripping on a discarded can of beer. At that moment, a door suddenly opened behind her!
"Fuckin polic-"
"BANG-BANG!!!"
He fell to the floor like a discarded sack of potatoes. A pair of noise cancelling headphones dropped to the floor from his open hand. Moments later they were quickly covered in blood; it was gushing everywhere.
"My god, what have I done?"