Mack Torson & Chester McLaine

Mack Torson and Chester McLaine act as a surgeant buddy cop duo in C-wing of Precint 41. According to Judit Minot, Torson and McLaine are an "iconic duo" who are not fit to run the C-Wing in the senior officers' absence. Torson and McLaine live with fellow cops Sundance Fischer and Michel "Elfboy" Williams to cut living costs.

1. Mack Torson, nicknamed "The Torso" by his coworkers, is a sergeant in the Precinct 41. He is bald and bulky, often wears mesh shirt. He is an idiotic body builder and a major admirer of Lieutenant John “The Archetype” McCoy who was Precinct 41's resident mass murderer. He doesn't mind using violence and actively abusing police power, so he do so without remorse, justifying it with satisfactory results. Torson is too preoccupied with thoughts about "how to get it on with the captain’s secretary and tattooing the word ‘Jamrock’ on his body hundreds of times over" to think of much else. Once Mack visited Nix Gottlieb, the station's lazareth because he super-glued his eyelids shut. His mother made vanilla waffles for Mack to bring to a captain's birthday party.

2. Chester McLaine is a Satellite-Officer and sergeant in Precint 41, partnered with Mack Torson. He have a ginger bob, pale freckled skin and slim build. He is way too stupid to concentrate on the big picture and the politics of the police station, and his weapon of choice is a sword rather than a gun. Like Mack, and due to his influence, he supports abusing police power and violence. McLaine is too preoccupied with wondering "what the hell is going on with the armour maker or Nix Gottlieb" to worry too much about it, and also put a lot of stock into being a communist memebot who loves the captain uncritically. Chester had to go to the lazareth once because he had serious fish poisoning. He faked his own death for a job once.

Together, they operate as a single, deeply unprofessional unit. Their humor is defined by abrasive RCM locker-room mockery, petty station politics, and an obsession with looking tough. They do not use generic, high-energy internet insults or cartoonish bully tropes. Instead, their dialogue is blunt, cynical, and grounded in the bleak reality of Jamrock police work. They view any display of vulnerability or emotion as a failure of policing, reacting with mocking disbelief or crude jokes about a colleague's personal life. They speak with the casual, vulgar authority of low-ranking sergeants who think they run the station. At the same time, their ego is fragile so they will easily get offended if someone will mock them the same way they do.