Hey thanks for the reviews! I'm not going to go into a lot of detail about officer's ranks and stuff, because I only know so much. Sorry if it seems short, but enjoy the read!

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Date: Thursday, October 7th

Location: The Blue Club

Time: 11:15pm

Why did they put me on this assignment? I don't exactly qualify to do this job. It's a special case, a tough cookie you could say; it'd be better if they just called the people from the Special Unit - so why me? I might not be a rookie, but I'm no high ranking officer either. Ah, now I remember why; it's because they need all the manpower that they can get. If it weren't that serious, or major, everyone wouldn't have been chasing him for the past twelve hours. Jesus. This case is so complicated. Must be the most difficult one yet. Oh well, better get back to work.

Eries peered around the corner; and sure enough, he was there. She went back into hiding. The cold night air transformed her warm breath into white steam. This was too dangerous for a one-person job. Sure, it started off with fifty of them, but Eries seemed to be the only one to have successfully tracked him down. She looked at her mobile hanging securely onto her belt; Eries could always phone for backup… Quietly reaching for the phone, she was about to flip it open, when she hesitated. No, this has to be done. She has to prove to her superiors that the breakdown has not affected her performance as an officer in anyway, shape or form. Slowly, Eries reattached the phone to her belt. Holding a gun with firm hands, she was ready to use it if necessary. Counting, Eries prepared to reveal herself. One… two… three…

And nothing. He was gone. But how? She did not hear any noise. Puzzled, Eries stayed there for a few seconds trying to figure it out, unaware there was someone behind her. After some thought, Eries turned –

"SH-"

She aimed her gun, and clicked it. As if to mock her, he raised his hands in surrender with a grin. Tall, slim built handsome and smart – dangerous, cunning, and gang leader of the notorious Red Moss. Called so, because whatever they do, by the time the police are onto them, they only manage to get there in the aftermath of their grand schemes, usually to result in picking up the pieces. Arriving to guess their actions and motive. Eries wanted to stop that, them, and mostly, him. There was a sly twinkle in his brown eye, something that tested Eries's limits.

"Whoa there baby! I don't wanna kiss you goodbye just yet!" He teased, winking.

"Nice try." Eries retorted, whipping out a pair of handcuffs. "But you're coming with me."

"Aww, but madam…"

Obediently, Folken faced the brick wall with his hands behind his head. Eries walked towards Folken, not daring to believe she would actually catch THE most wanted criminal, let alone catch him now. Just imagine; officer Eries Aston, caught the notorious Folken "Flamer" Fanel.

Suddenly some bullet shots came from nowhere just as she was about two steps away from him. Frantically glancing about to see who did it, she barely saw Folken do a runner down the alleyway. Sprinting off to a good start Eries flew after him. Being a part-time athlete, running was easy; getting Folken to the station was not. She might have caught up with Flamer, but as she ran, it was raining bullets that she narrowly managed to dodge. A sheet of them prevented her from stopping Flamer just on the corner. When she looked again, he had disappeared. She even checked where he went, but no man was there. 

But there was many rubbish skips. Maybe he was hiding?

Cautiously, she tiptoed towards them. With a firm grip on the gun, she waited. Tick… tick… tick… The second hand ticked with a loudness which rung in her ears. Minutes passed by, then five, ten, twenty. Almost half an hour later, she heard something. People have always said patience was her virtue, as it seemed to be finally paying off.

Folken made sure the coast was clear before sticking his head out. He also waited abit, then got up and dusted his cloths; top to tip in casual CK gear. He began walking a few steps, pressing speed dial on his mobile to Johnny.

"Hold it."

"Yes darlin'." Folken said in a mock tone.

He held up his hands again. Eries walked quickly so she can get this over with, but just as she clicked the handcuff onto his wrist, several other 'clicks' happened – slight pressure from about five guns all connecting to her head. She smiled sweetly, confusing the other people; she too had a gun to Folken's skull. His forehead, to be precise.

"C'mon, you don't really think you can pull a hat trick today? I'll do you a deal Aston; let me go and you can walk away in one piece. I swear."

"You know a man's lying when he says he swears." Eries countered.

"Hey bitch, our boss ain't dun nothin' t' you!" A member of Folken's entourage spat angrily, almost in a threatening manner.  Eries wasn't afraid.

"Don't call me bitch."

What followed happened in a whirlwind; somebody knocked the gun out of her grasp and she kicked them in the face, rendering them unconscious and the person next to them with a bleeding nose. Folken spun round trying to shoot her but missed every time. Eries got a buff looking man's arm and twisted it until it 'popped', making him scream like a pussy. She punched Folken in the face. A few bullets skimmed her clothes, causing minor rips. Eries kept spin-kicking, dislocating arms and punching them as they kept trying to hurt her. It was like a martial arts film or something. One man grabbed her long hair, and twisted her arm behind her back, so she would be helpless. Another got a weapon ready.

Eries had a trump card though.

With a free arm, she reached for the nape of her neck and pulled out a mini-gun. She killed the man who stood behind her who was hurting her. Possessing the skill of a professional, Eries injured or killed over half of Folken's men in no time. She danced, dodged and sidestepped in the process like a break-dancer. Everyone stood, breathless, staring at each other. The atmosphere became loaded with tension, as each party decided their moves.

"Alright, drop it boys."

Eries narrowed her eyes as if to question. Next thing she knew, there were clinking sounds of metal and gas was spraying all over the place from rolling cans. Folken and his gang seized the opportunity to escape. Coughing and wiping her eyes, she felt a kiss on her cheek that gave her a shock. She knew it was Folken who did it. Eries cursed. Her superior was not going to take her failure well. She may be sympathetic, but that was not of any comfort. I will get you someday, she thought bitterly.

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"Morning sleepy head." Eries said tenderly.

There was a note on the pillow. In a familiar handwriting, she knew why it was there. Millerna was gone again. The message only said;

'Eries, I'll be gone a while. But don't worry, I'm ok. See you soon.

Milla

 x'

See you soon, just how soon will that be then? The last excursion lasted about three months and took Millerna to Stockholm. As far as Eries can remember, she's also been to New Orleans for a week; Malaysia for six months; Massachusetts for five days; and Japan for six weeks; and Hong Kong for two years. Consulting a little, battered dairy, she found she was spot on with all the dates and places. So where will this new adventure take her little sister? With the knowledge that she is away, Eries settled for making breakfast for one only. There is no point in worrying too much, because she knows Millerna can take care of herself. Moreover, no matter how much or how hard Eries pestered her with who she went with or why, she was grateful that Millerna told her anything at all. Plus she knows how to please people; Millerna always returned with a little something for her. Watching T4, she hummed along to Amy Studt's Misfit. But what really caught her off guard, and really got to her, was the lyrics to the new Stereophonics song, her fave band;

"So maaaybe tomorrow, I'll find my waaaaay home…"

Although the lead singer's gravely voice was really sexy, the words were hard to listen to. Eries grabbed a tissue and pinched her nose way too hard. She likes their song, but right now it was too much. Though the gravel quality of the lead singer's voice was soothing, to counter-act the painful words. Old photographs of the entire family filled the flat; mum in her embarrassing brown and pink bikini at the beach. Dad insisting on having a picture taken with just him and Eries when she was at the self-conscious age of fifteen; a group picture with Mount Fuji in the background, where upon Millerna promptly threw up afterwards due to eating a dodgy squid. Marlene trying to learn how to knit (Ha! What a classic).  Eries's most treasured photograph though, was at the University Graduation Ball. Two pictures were in a twin wooden frame; one was just of her and Dad (he told her she looked like a princess) and the other was of her and Richie, her gorgeous boyfriend. She was close to her Dad. The more recent photos only contained Eries, Millerna, Richie and their friends. Millerna's eighteenth at The Met bar, having sweet-talked the security guards into letting them in; and Eries's twenty-first, full of close friends with Richie and Millerna.

The telephone rang, disrupting her happy memories. It took a while for Eries to answer, struggling to think who it could be. She took it and pressed the button, going into the kitchen. Just then, it started raining heavily, so Eries had to put them on hold as she shut the windows.

"Hello? Sorry about that. Who is it again?"

"Erie's its Richie. Listen, I think you should come down here. There's erm, something you have to know, and I think it's better in person."

"Rich, what's happened? You know it's my day off, want to go out for a meal later?" Eries offered.

"Yeah, that'd be nice, but I still think you should come here. I hate to break this to you, but Millerna's in custody…. Erie's? Erie's you there?"

"I'll be right there."

Eries stormed into the station, demanding to be told where Millerna was being held. As soon as she went in, she hugged her little sister tightly. But Millerna was stiff, and did not really respond except for returning the gesture. Puzzled, Eries asked Richie what was going on. He made her sit down before saying a word. Cutting to the chase, he said that while undercover cops were pursuing a gang in Munich, after a tip-off, they also found Millerna and a man called Dean to be involved with them. Eries was gob smacked; no way in hell could she be connected. Richie buys her a coffee to mull over things. Eries remembered that Millerna once asked her something about German culture.

"What's the social scene like over there?"

'I'm not sure, never been. Why you want to go?'

"No. Just saw a programme about it that's all."

Looking at her, Millerna was okay on the outside, but she seemed miles away. Eries was concerned for her. Richard went somewhere and another officer took his place. He looked grave.

"Are you her sister?"

"Yes," Turns to Millerna, "What are you doing here? I thought you were on holiday in Munich?"

She said nothing. Studying the table as if searching for answers, Millerna avoided Eries's gaze. The other officer asked Eries countless questions.

"Did you know she was involved?"

"Involved in what? I think she was just at the wrong place at the wrong time that's all."

"You really don't know do you?" He said.

"Just tell me already."

"Millerna is in custody, because we found her with the suspects from the Black Diamond case. And it wasn't a coincidence. She seemed to know them quite well."

"What will happen to her now?"

The officer shifted a little. They all go back a long way, since Eries and a few of them joined the force at the same time. she has been there since she was eighteen, so their friendships are very strong. She could see he wanted to but could not tell her everything.

"Look, I'm only telling you because we're mates;" He lowered his voice. "if the jury turns against her, she'll get life imprisonment."

 After which she was asked to leave. Being one herself, she knows the procedures and left. Richie was waiting for her.

"You ok?"