The sun had finally dipped below the horizon, the warm breeze they felt most of the day was long gone; a chill had replaced it. They had been locked in a stalemate for hours and there was seemingly no end in sight.
It had happened in mere minutes.
It had been a slow day, the normal bullshit. A few neighborhood disagreements, people trying to argue their speeding tickets. Completely ignoring the fact that nothing could be done, that they'd have to attend traffic court. Even a few attempted bribes had been offered.
Platt just rolled her eyes and politely asked them to remove themselves from her district.
It was monotonous.
Even the intelligence unit was quiet. They had closed their last case and had found themselves with nothing to do. They took advantage of the downtime, they caught up on paperwork and paid their CI's a visit.
Any other day it never would've happened, they would've held their ground. They would've protected their district.
It didn't play out that way.
They had lost control of their district.
It had started with a flashbang, a few hastily screamed orders and the business end of an AK-47 in her face.
She was left with no choice but to hand over the reigns of the district to the group.
The knot in her stomach had grown larger with each passing hour, it was her district. She had manned that desk for years, it was her ship and like any captain she wanted to go down with it.
They ordered her out, if she didn't leave they had promised to start picking off the civilians that had the misfortune of shit timing. She did what she had to do, she left.
Leaving the fate of the 21st District of the Chicago Police Department in the hands of a heavily armed group of bangers.
As hard as that was, what followed over the next few hours was exponentially worse.
It would haunt her for years to come.
It would haunt them all.
I'm back! This is a serious tease I know, but I hope by posting this now it will keep me honest and I won't back away from this story. I'm counting on all of you to make sure I keep up with this one.