CHAPTER 4;
A LAW OFFICIAL
She ran as fast as her legs would allow, feeling the adrenalin surge through her, and her muscles burn with the chase. Fellow officers chased with her, but none were as fast as her, and she soon raced on ahead of them, gaining ground on the criminal quickly.
The man had taken it upon himself to break into a store and steal some valuable jewellery, but not before he had set off the alarm, attracting the law officials.
With a burst of speed, she caught up with the man, and knocked him to the ground, hard, winding him in the process.
The other officers came to a halt beside her, and one bent down to restrain the criminal.
"Good work," one of her fellow officers said, and patted her on the back.
She raised an eyebrow. "I was merely doing my duty."
"That's what you always say," he retaliated, and went to help with the arrest.
Someone handed the stolen jewellery to her, and she inspected it, making sure none of it was damaged, and that it was all present. The criminal hadn't lost any at least.
"You may take him to the cells, I will see if I can track down any more thieves. He may have had an accomplice," she said.
The other officer smiled, and nodded. "Alright then. Contact me if you need any help."
Without saying a word, she moved off, her keen eyes searching the streets, her exceptional hearing listening for any sounds of break in or other peculiar noises.
She walked slowly, taking in everything around her, even though she had walked these streets dozens of times. or so it felt.
T'Pol felt as though she were new to this place, there was a sense of discovery every time she went somewhere, something new caught her eye. There was always something different about a place.
She knew she was different from her colleagues, but that was just because she was. well, different. There was no explanation for it. She looked and acted differently and that suited her just fine. She was individual; original in everything she did and said.
She rounded a corner, and suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.
There was man lying on the ground, deep scarlet blood pouring from a stab wound on his back. Standing next to him was an empty liquor bottle.
She knelt down to feel for a pulse. After a couple of moments, she deduced the man was definitely dead, and he had been for some time, at least six hours. His skin was pale and cold, and the blood was congealing.
Standing to her full height again, she retrieved her communication radio, and spoke into it, "T'Pol here. I have found a dead body. It seems he was stabbed."
"Understood, we'll be there shortly."
She stared down at the body, and wondered why the man had been stabbed in the back. If there had been a struggle -even though there were no signs of one-, it was more likely that the man would have been stabbed from the front. not from behind.
Someone had snuck up on him, killed him before the man had been able to react.
Then why had the bottle landed so perfectly, and upright for that matter?
T'Pol raised an eyebrow, and waited for her fellow officers.
A LAW OFFICIAL
She ran as fast as her legs would allow, feeling the adrenalin surge through her, and her muscles burn with the chase. Fellow officers chased with her, but none were as fast as her, and she soon raced on ahead of them, gaining ground on the criminal quickly.
The man had taken it upon himself to break into a store and steal some valuable jewellery, but not before he had set off the alarm, attracting the law officials.
With a burst of speed, she caught up with the man, and knocked him to the ground, hard, winding him in the process.
The other officers came to a halt beside her, and one bent down to restrain the criminal.
"Good work," one of her fellow officers said, and patted her on the back.
She raised an eyebrow. "I was merely doing my duty."
"That's what you always say," he retaliated, and went to help with the arrest.
Someone handed the stolen jewellery to her, and she inspected it, making sure none of it was damaged, and that it was all present. The criminal hadn't lost any at least.
"You may take him to the cells, I will see if I can track down any more thieves. He may have had an accomplice," she said.
The other officer smiled, and nodded. "Alright then. Contact me if you need any help."
Without saying a word, she moved off, her keen eyes searching the streets, her exceptional hearing listening for any sounds of break in or other peculiar noises.
She walked slowly, taking in everything around her, even though she had walked these streets dozens of times. or so it felt.
T'Pol felt as though she were new to this place, there was a sense of discovery every time she went somewhere, something new caught her eye. There was always something different about a place.
She knew she was different from her colleagues, but that was just because she was. well, different. There was no explanation for it. She looked and acted differently and that suited her just fine. She was individual; original in everything she did and said.
She rounded a corner, and suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.
There was man lying on the ground, deep scarlet blood pouring from a stab wound on his back. Standing next to him was an empty liquor bottle.
She knelt down to feel for a pulse. After a couple of moments, she deduced the man was definitely dead, and he had been for some time, at least six hours. His skin was pale and cold, and the blood was congealing.
Standing to her full height again, she retrieved her communication radio, and spoke into it, "T'Pol here. I have found a dead body. It seems he was stabbed."
"Understood, we'll be there shortly."
She stared down at the body, and wondered why the man had been stabbed in the back. If there had been a struggle -even though there were no signs of one-, it was more likely that the man would have been stabbed from the front. not from behind.
Someone had snuck up on him, killed him before the man had been able to react.
Then why had the bottle landed so perfectly, and upright for that matter?
T'Pol raised an eyebrow, and waited for her fellow officers.