I rack the slide on my issued rifle, the wind cooling my skin as I look down the diserted street. To my left is Logan, shivering heavily under a parka, and to my left is Ethan, who I haven't seen for a while due to him being assigned to SWAT.
"We ready to rock?" I ask, hearing various responses in return.
"All officers, advance one block." Clawhouser announces over the radio, we look at each other all confirmed before we start walking down the street, spread out in a V formation, Ethan at the front, I'm on the far left, checking doors as we pass with Logan opposite me, checking the other side of the street.
As I scan the street I find that we're leaving a residential area, and entering into a commercial area. I glance into a store as I check the door, finding it locked even though the sign indicates the store is open, I behind the counter, seeing an Arctic Hare behind the counter with a shotgun, visibly relaxing as he watches me walk past the store.
"Oi, store owners may be defending their property, just saw a clerk with a shotgun." I announce, getting a nod from Logan on the far side of the street.
We reach the next street, and I look over to the next block, nodding at a group from Precinct 7.
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C'mon Shawn, you should have found him by now...
I look down again, looking at an address that had been 'supplied willingly' from the guy who got Ximetz the Nighthowler, who had tragically been found with two bullets in his skull by the ZPD shortly after I talked to him.
I glance out of the alley I'm in, quickly retracting my head as I see the police line only three blocks away, and I'm not letting Ximetz escape from a jail cell.
I look down, taking the magazine out of the C7 i have in my hands and nodding at Paris, replacing it with a magazine with rubber bullets, these things would break bone and hurt a fuckton, but as long as they hit somewhere non important, you'd be fine.
I rack the slide, chambering the first round. I quickly check my escape route, nodding at Paris, leaning around the corner and putting six rubber rounds towards each officer before booking it down the alley, running between buildings for a while, and ducking back out and checking the building numbers.
I run down the street, racking the slide on my rifle, chambering a lethal bullet, coming to a hault infront of a wooden door. I don't stop for pleasantries, putting five rounds in the vicinity of the handle before kicking the door in, Paris going in first.
I look around the room, while I'm distracted I hear a few gunshots, I quickly snap and empty rounds into the door it came from, I then check on Paris to find her clutching her leg.
"GET THE FUCKER!" She yells through clenched teeth, ushering me down the hall.
I quickly run further down the hall, putting a round into the door every now and then to keep whoever shot me hidden.
Just as I'm about to reach the door, I feel a impact on my neck, reaching down I find a blue splotch, I look back up to see Ximetz running down the hallway, and I put two bullets at him, seeing him fall forwards as my vision begins to blur.
I grab the needle in my pocket, stabbing it into my thigh, before falling back as everything fades to red.
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"Team 20-Right, advance! Gunshots reported three blocks ahead!" The radio crackels, I turn to the others before beginning a run, preparing myself for the worst.
The building we find isn't much, a three story warehouse. We fan out to surround the building, I am tasked with the fire escape at the back of the building.
I hear a creak of a door to my left, and I raise my riot shotgun towards the sound, my vision gone in the pitch black of the night.
I feel the cold of metal on the back of my neck, not realizing what it is before a loud crack rings out, and before I realise it I'm on the ground.
I can't feel anything and am suddenly unable to breathe. I don't even recognize as Cameron comes up to me, putting something just below my vision, only to bring it up dripping with something crimson seconds later.
He goes back down there, but I don't know what he's doing before I fade off into the darkness.
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Rage is probably the best thing to describe it. The fire in your eyes as you go to complete a goal, blocking everything out, due to the fact that you absolutely must complete the task at hand.
Immediately after I saw Ethan close his eyes and failed to find a pulse, I stopped thinking, only one thing mattered at that point. It was an afterthought to report Ethan's execution, by the time command knew, another team was around the building, while our team ran after the white streak we saw flee.
I round another dumpster, barely missing the fucker's white tail go around another corner. I don't even acknowledge the radio crackeling on my hip, reporting one shot and another injured within the building we responded to, I was just chasing. Chasing turned into tracking, following the smell of cordite and blood, the drips of blood that I saw every now and then helped as well.
Ximetz was not going to see the light of day again, he just wasn't it was a fact of life, whether I put three rounds in his chest or slowly strangled him, he was dying tonight. No if's, and's, or but's.
The next corner comes and goes, followed by another, and another. I round a dumpster to hear the signature puff of a tranquilizer rifle. Three times. Followed by the thump of three bodies.
As I turn, I recognize my three slumbering comrades before I realise that a rifle butt is about to find its mark.
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Take me down the the Paridice city, where the cliffhangers are big and the story doesn't end...
Sorry for the short chapter.
