Eron, Arkansas was a small town like most others. The southern charm ran for days around these parts. Close to the center of town was the police department. Inside the locker room were 3 men all going about their own business. Maxwell "Max" Powers was looking at himself in the mirror checking out how he looked in the raid uniform. Max has only been an officer for a few months now and this was his first major operation. He was practicing poses trying to find one that looked good for him. On the other side of the room stood Reed Stewart and Kurt Herrera. They were engaged in a game of red hands. Kurt had his hands on top while Reed's were on the bottom. Reed was trying his hardest to psych out Kurt and it was kinda working.
Deken Jones came walking into the room. He was the only black man in the Eron police department, but the others had no problem with that. The town however, did have to take some time getting used to him. "Alright men." He said in a stern voice. "Sit down the new captain will be here soon to brief us on the assignment."
"OK doctor Jones." Reed said in a very stereotypical Asian accent. Him and Kurt then started laughing and high fived each other being making their way to the bench. Even Max had to stifle a laugh at the joke. No matter how many times he heard it, it always made him smile. After everyone sat down Deken could tell something was on Max's mind. "Spit it out Powers. I know what you want to ask."
"Well..." Max said fidgeting, "Is it true? Is the new captain really from NYC? Did she really... lose her..." He trailed off unable to finish his sentence. He couldn't bring himself to imagine losing a sibling, especially one being kidnapped and him being powerless to save them. Deken looked over his face able to tell what he was thinking. "Yes Maxwell, it's all true. Captain Fenix lost her little sister, she was trafficked into the underground of New York City. It's only been a few years since then. She's trying her best to still do good but had to get away from all that."
Max looked down trying not to shed a tear at the story. "Poor captain..."
A few minutes later a woman walked into the locker room wearing full raid gear. She stood in front of them looking them all over. "Alright men, I'm your new captain. The name is Jessica Fenix. We'll have to cut the welcome party short because we have a job to do tonight. We have reports that outside of town at the abandoned carnival ground is a meth lab and we have to go bust it." She looked over at Max whose knees were shaking. "I know your nervous rookie, just listen to my orders and you'll do fine." Max looked at her and did a quick nod. Jessica turned around. "Now gear up and get your asses to the van."
About a hour later they were parked outside the carnival grounds. Max was looking at all the tents and abandoned rides. "Hey Max, you thinking of riding the Ferris wheel?" Kurt said with a laugh, "It will be fine man. How much problem can a meth lab be out here in the sticks anyways?"
"Cut the chatter Herrera." Deken said as he walked by him. "We have a job to do." Kurt did a little salute as he passed. They all fell into formation as Captain Fenix made a hand motion. "Remember boys, keep it tight. Check all tents as we pass them." She then made a beckoning motion to the men behind her as they all began to move forward into the grounds. As they passed the ticket booth Reed read out the sign hanging from it. "Beware of dog...s." The s was spray painted beside the word dog. "Like a few dogs will be much of a problem against a rifle." He said nudging Kurt.
A few tents away there sat two shadowy figures in the dark. They were down on their knees with drool slowly flowing from their mouths.