Cruz sat in her cell. Staring at the wall. Not thinking at all. She tried to block the current events from her mind. It was hard because she couldn't believe the mistakes she'd made trying to get rid of Bosco; they were stupid and avoidable. As long as she didn't think, she didn't have to beat herself up for those mistakes.
Clash! The metallic bang made her jump. She looked up to see Yokas standing there. She gulped. The door swung open and Yokas stepped inside. The guard closed the door behind her and walked away.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, trying to sound arrogant as usual, but her voice cracked slightly on the last couple of words.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing here? You tried to kill my partner, and now I'm going to kill you." There was a cold fury in Faith's eyes that was scaring Cruz.
"You can't do that. There's a guard right outside. He'll know it was you who killed me." There was a certain defiant desperation in Cruz' voice.
"Don't worry about that, Cruz. I'll just make something up. You're good at that…you got any tips for me?" She fingered the strap that held her gun in place.
"If you try anything, I'm gonna yell to the guard that you're trying to kill me." The defiance was going, and the desperation was taking over.
Faith laughed. Not a happy laugh…a bitter one. "You think the guard, or anyone else in the precinct, for that matter, gives a damn if I shoot you? You tried to kill one of New York's finest. These men and women are part of a team. Not that you would understand anything about that, but they are loyal to each other, they care about each other, and above all, more than anything else, they look out for each other. And you tried to kill one of them. But that wasn't the big mistake you made. You wanna know what your big mistake was? The one you tried to kill happens to be my partner. That was your big mistake. And now you're going to pay for it. Get down."
Cruz didn't understand. Fear was paralyzing her brain. Get ahold of yourself. You're a cop. You're not supposed to freeze in these situations.
Faith lost patience with her and shoved her roughly to her knees. She pulled the gun out and cocked it, putting the muzzle against Cruz's forehead. Cruz tried to close her eyes, to disassociate herself with what was happening, to block out the large black bulk that she was sure would end her life. Then Faith pulled the trigger.
Click. The sound of the empty chamber resounded loudly off the bare concrete walls of the cell. Through the fog in her brain, Cruz heard Faith whisper, close to her ear, "Now you know what it was like for Bos. And the other people you killed. Like the first guy who tried to kill Bos. We know you killed him in his cell. Do you really think I would kill you when you're going to suffer in jail for the rest of your life, along with your little pal "Officer" Thomas? Not a chance." Cruz heard the door clang shut. And she was alone.
