Andy and Sam were rushing down to the warehouse that was notorious for trafficking prostitutes and drugs. They'd gotten a call from a girl in a bathroom, who, coincidentally, was asking for their help. Andy wouldn't be so apprehensive to go into this situation with someone she trusts with her life, but they'd never actually gotten a call from this drug house. They were both nervous because they had no clue what they were actually walking in to. The girl had called, and screamed for help, and then the line went dead. That's the whole story, that's the only story. That's all the girl gave them to go on. Sam doesn't even know how to breach this operation while keeping everyone alive.
"You nervous?" Andy asked after Sam had stopped the car. She knew him so well that it scared him sometimes.
"Yeah." Sam simply said. He checked his gun to make sure that it was loaded and McNally did the same. She took hers out of her holster and opened the door, keeping her gun behind her leg.
"What's the plan here?" Andy asked nervously. She was depending on him to make the first move, regardless of who was inside.
"I honestly don't have one right now. You got one?" Sam asked.
"You're not being sarcastic," Andy quickly noted.
"No." Sam replied.
"I say we go in as quietly as possible. Odds are it's going to be dark, there's going to be stuff everywhere that might not pertain to what we're trying to do here. The girl who called us was probably in the back of the warehouse because that's where the bathrooms are in this kind of architecture. But the question is, who are we really trying to save here?" McNally asked.
"Look, McNally, we're just trying to get everyone out without loss of life. So we're ordered not to shoot unless there's no doubt that someone is in danger, including us. We have to make sure we know who's who here," Sam finished.
"What do you mean?" McNally asked.
"There are usually girls who help these guys buy other girls. We just need to distinguish which prostitutes are real and which ones are actually just the business women." Sam spoke.
"They're prostitutes by choice," McNally said.
"Not here, McNally. We have to start as a line then merge to back- to- back." Sam gave instructions.
"We going in?" McNally asked one final question.
"You ready?" Sam asked. McNally just nodded back, as Sam quietly opened the door. They walked in, seeing a metallic style house littered with red and black lights. Visibility was decent, at best.
"Hello?" a woman shouted. She repeated herself as Sam and McNally traced the sound. They didn't respond in an attempt to not arise suspicion. They arrived at a door made out of wood that wasn't painted. McNally opened the door as Sam stood behind her, his back facing the door. A young girl, twenty at most, was sitting on a little bench, huddled into the corner. Her face was bruised and her dark brown hair hadn't been washed for days. McNally took her arm and quickly tried to retrace her steps, Sam walking backwards behind them.
"Hey!" a muscular voice yelled at them. He was in the shadows of a red light, which made him look sinister to Sam and Andy.
"Run," the girl quietly said, Sam and Andy obeyed. They heard steps behind them, but quickly shut the door that they came out of. Andy hid behind the cruiser with the girl while Sam crouched down behind the open door. The large man opened the door, and Sam shot him in the chest. The man had a gun in his hand, which Andy figured Sam had seen. Andy reached into the car, grabbing the walkie.
"Dispatch, ambulance to 1019 Gerrard St," Andy said.
"Dispatch on the way," a female voice replied to Andy's request. Truthfully, Andy didn't mind the man dying right there, but ethically, she knew calling it in was her best bet.
"Come on," Andy ushered the girl into the car. She hadn't gotten a good look at her in the house, but Andy saw herself in this girl, for some reason.
"What's your name?" Andy gently asked the girl in the back of the squad car. Sam was sitting there as well, waiting for her answer. The girl simply nodded at Sam.
"What?" Andy asked.
"Get him out," the girl quietly said. She clearly didn't trust Sam, with the looks she had been giving him.
"He's very trustworthy," Andy said, Sam knowing this wasn't a good time to speak.
"Just, please," the girl begged.
"Sam," Andy simply said, and Sam opened the door and shut it after lifting himself out of the seat.
"So," Andy started.
"I'm Charlie," the girl said.
"You have a last name?" Andy asked.
"Well actually, it's Charlotte, but nobody calls me that. It's not my name. And McNally," Charlie said.
"What?" Andy asked.
"Charlie McNally, you asked my name." Charlie spoke again.