Heartbeat

Heartbeat

She lead me to a motorcycle, completely black with red stripes on the engine. I sat on the back, and she drove, going fast. I thought a few things over. If she's a cop, where is the radio? I seem to remember radios and cops going hand and hand, for back-up. And her attire had ' Rebel ' written all over it.

Then I started to think about who I was. I can't remember how old I am, and all I know so far, is that my name is Ken Ichijouji. Maybe the papers in my pocket would help, so I would have to check them over completely, but it would have to be later.

We drove into an old warehouse, and as soon as we parked, we were shot at from the top floor. Miyako pushed me down, behind the bike.

" Don't we need back-up?" I ask, hoping to get at least one answer. She smiled at me.

" I'm your back-up. Come on, we'll have to find a way in. Be careful. And, watch out for anybody. Anyone could be around the corner, and be faking who they are." I nodded. I looked up to where the gun shots had come from. It looked as if whatever was up there had cleaned itself out, or had just retreated behind the wall, or into another room. We started searching around the warehouse. The doors were all locked, with a code or something. Miyako kept checking them, but I looked into the alley. The fence had been cut, looking as if a break -in had happened in the midst of a different night and had never been seen.

" Looks like they came in through the fence. I say we follow the alley." Miyako nodded at me, jumping down from the top of a canopy like stall. Suddenly, I remember that cat like leap, and it sparked something, yet I don't know what. Something to do with those eyes. They shone with a different sense. I just followed her, trying to keep focused for now. We turned the corner, making sure no one was around, then slowly creaked open the door. It sounded like a hostage situation from behind an office stall. I whirled around inside with my gun...

Only to find a TV. I clicked it off, and returned to where Miyako was. She had her gun up against a cleaner's head, shoving him into the wall with a bear- like- hand, revealing her pale wrist. A flash of the past hit me... Something about her pale complexion puzzled me. She almost glew with a certain..... Mist. I smiled for a moment, entrapped within that mist, feeling it's cold grip around me already, tightly squeezing my heart, my brain, everything, trying to get me to remember... I snapped out of it to a piercing, high squeal.

" Upstairs, everyone is just waiting for you! You'll never get-" He never got to finish that sentence. Weren't cops not supposed to kill?

" That was pretty uncalled for..." I stated slowly, not wanting to get a pop in the head. She holstered her gun.

" He touched my butt. No one, not even you, touches my butt. Anyway, looks like we've got a problem on the second floor. Wanna go head first, or covert?" I laughed a bit.

" What did I used to go?" She leaned on the wall.

" Head On." I nodded, twirling my gun once out of a strange old habit. Head on? Isn't that a little..... Rational? Oh well, better then getting shot, especially by someone as violent as this person, my "partner". Geez, I hope she doesn't miss the target...

We continued walking down the old warehouse, passing by barrels and barrels of alcohol. This would NOT be a very good place for a shootout, considering the high amounts of alcohol. A spark in one of those barrels could blow it all up. Miyako grabbed one of the barrels that had a crowbar near it. She popped it open.

It wasn't alcohol. It was straight ammunition. But what type, we had no clue. She took some. 9mm, but it looked different. I loaded some into my gun. If it worked, it'll help. She was taking pockets of it, loading it all into different pouches along her leg and shirt. She loaded a clip into each of her Dual Desert Eagles, and then took some for a Pump Action shotgun. I made a quick note of the barrels: Barrels marked " Vodka " that held thousands of ammunitions, all ready and none blank. A perfect smuggling crime.... but the question was, who was behind it? We already had no leads, because we just got into it. Maybe there'll be more hints...

" Come on, let's go. These thugs are probably armed with this type of ammo. And now, we're even. Let's move." We started to creep up a set of grey stairs, just past a door. 2 thugs dressed like janitors, with the name, Cleaning Clowns, on their backs in orange letters.

" Listen, Bob, I'm telling you, we've got to get these bodies cleaned up before the cops come, otherwise Vin's gonna kill us!" The other guy nodded.

" Alright, fine Joe, we'll clean it up. But with what? They only gave us guns, for crap sake! What are we supposed to do, shoot them clean??!?" I almost laughed. Geez, what a coincidence... More evidence. Now, all we need is that sign from their backs.... That, " Cleaning Clowns " thing. Hmm, they don't look like clowns. They look like butchers. ( No offence to the butchers )

Pop. Pop. Both down in a flash. The ammo pierced and exploded within their skulls. Violent... We quickly ran up the stairs, and checked what the ammo had done.

" The ammo pierced straight through..... We have to stop whatever this is from continuing manufacturing, who knows how much of this they have." Miyako stated. I grabbed a knife that was laying on the ground, and cut the " Cleaning Clowns " Label from their backs. I stuffed it in my back pocket, and we crouch-walked to the door, peering around the corner. 2 more, and a hostage.

" I'm telling you! I work for Velar! I don't have any beef with you guys!" A woman was tied to a chair, screaming at the 2 men who threatened to kill her. The blonde guy laughed.

" Kill her, we don't need no more." Miyako and I burst around the corner, bullets flying. Both men were down, and Miyako covered me from anything else while I untied her. Suddenly, as soon as the last rope fell to the ground, a bomb exploded at the back of the chair, but I couldn't be sure. She was vaporized, and I was sent flying into the wall, Miyako landing on top of me with a thud. We got up. Well, there goes the witness... I shook my head, clearing the red vision I had. Miyako looked just as dazed.

" Okay, so a little mishap.... ow.... Okay, let's keep going. Maybe they took another witness.... Shit, get down!" She pulled me down so hard behind a cabinet I thought she had choke slammed me. We watched as 4 guys swarmed into the room, staring at the chair.

" Well, I guess they got killed in the blast. Hehehe, never knew what hit 'em. Hey, looks like Vin's calling." The main guy picked up the phone, still holding a crowbar.

" Yeah? Camera? The blast? No could have survived, not even that Cop and the Rebel chick. There is nothing in the room, it's cl-AH!" Miyako stood up, and fired violently, shooting each one square between the eyes. She grabbed the phone, wrote the number down on her wrist, and smashed it. Rebel chick..... I'm confused. What the bloody hell is going on?

" Okay, let's move." She stated, continuing without any sign of stopping. We ran down the hall, and shot at any cleaner that decided to move. We took the elevator down, and became entrapped in a shoot-out between the cops and the cleaners. Miyako took off without me. But not after hording more ammo into her pockets, then she left, probably taking the motorbike with her. I shot a few times, taking out the snipers. The shootout ended when they all ran off. A detective looking woman walked up to me.

" Looks like you recovered. Are you alright?" I looked at her. She looked very familiar.

" Who are you?" I asked. SHe smirked, her long brown hair tied into a pony tail.

" Hikari Yagami, chief Detective of the JPD. Looks like you've got amnesia."

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Seine: You like? You hate? Please review. Somewhat Max Payne, but not totally. There are different twists.