1area was full of abandoned decrepit warehouses in the meat-packing district. This one, at the end of a string of similar looking building, however looked anything but abandoned.
The high brick exterior was crumbling, decades of hard use and cruel abandonment have left it in a state that would make most people shudder to even look at it in full day light. Lights poured out of high filthy windows. Dense techno music could be hear long before anyone approached the formerly abandoned buildings.
The perfect place for a moving rave. This time their information was correct. They were finally going to break up one of the most notorious underground and highly illegal revolving parties in New York.
The Police moved around the building. They were careful to turn down their radios before coming close, not that anything could be heard inside the building except the electronic throbbing music. Squad Captains nodded to their guys to move-in and start the bust.
"New York Police, this is a raid! Everyone stay where you are!" Detective Morrison shouted as he entered a now-kicked in steel industrial door. Nothing happened for several seconds, people continued to dance, oblivious to the party-crashers.
Then Chaos.
Glamed-up party kids, gelled up hair, neon-colored glow necklaces, tight mini-skirts, cut six-pack abs, day-glo jewelry, teenage red-heads with baby pacifiers, bleached blonds sufer-boy wanna be's, faux-gangsta in thigh high denim -foursizes too big, everyone seemed to be running in every direction. Most were allowed to run out the exits. Morrison, couldn't care about the baby rollers, seventeen year olds who had snuck out for a party and a tab of E, he had his guys trained in who they were there to find.
Promoters, and dealers, that's who they were after. Kenny Frisk, the guy who ran the show and his business associate Dan A'mato. Kenny supplied the kids and the party, Dan supplied the drugs.
Morrison knew they weren't going to be on the floor with the party. They had already nagged a few low-end dealers who were providing party favors to the crowd. His guys were taking them to the back of squad cars as he moved toward the back of the room, where the offices were.
He makes sure that his guys are all still with him. He knows that A'mato is probably armed, and Frisk as well. He had worked three moths to be able to bust them at the same time, so neither would have the chance to skip out of the country. He took a breath, steadied his nerve and bashed in a second industrial grade door that night
"Kenny Frisk, Dan A'mato, you both have the right to remain silent..." Morrison listened as the two targets were read their rights.
This was good, a raid, two scumbags taken down and not a shot fired. He could get used to this.
"Sir?" A voice called for him from the adjacent room. He walked to the adjacent office, a drug den, on the floor were several worn mattresses, squat red candles burned in the corner, multi-colored balloons on the floor, Morrison knew they were going to find a nitrous tank somewhere, after they got all of the partiers out.
He then saw what the officer brought him to show him. A figure was sitting a dirty mattress, facing the wall. She rocked back and forth, Morrison could hear her saying something under her breath
"Come on, Sweetheart get up, the party's over" She didn't move. Morrison motioned for the officer to get her to her feet. The officer walked over near her, reached down and grabbed her arm to lift her up. Morrison shone his flashlight on the girl.
"Oh Sweet Jesus!" the officer exclaimed. "Sir!" Morrison walked over to the officer. He looked down.. She was sitting in a pool of blood. She looked up at him.
"God loves His Children" she said in a dream-live voice.
"Call for a Bus" Morrison instructed the officer, as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders