A few hours later, Chris, Street, and the entire team arrived at the Port of Willmington. Finally, the time had come and they were able to confront and arrest the Cali Cartel, led by Gilberto and Clark. The plan was as follows. Chris and Street, accompanied by Champ, were to reach the warehouse at the port from the rear and monitor it. The rest of the team was also divided into two groups and they were positioned at each side of the warehouse. The deal with the cocaine was to go down in 10 minutes and gradually all the cartel members arrived. Chris was also able to spot Clark's car.
"Street look." She points her finger at the car. "It's working, that's Clark over there. Now we're finally going to get him for everything he did."
"Chris calm down. Can you really do this?" Street was concerned, it wasn't a normal case for Chris.
"Sure. I'm not a rookie after all. I'll be fine." The words came a little harsher than Chris wanted them to. "Sorry, I'm just a little tense." She said afterward.
"It's all good, I shouldn't have questioned it. You're a professional." Smiled Street at her briefly. Over the radio, the teams were instructed to move in as soon as the drugs were visibly handled.

Gilberto, his members and Clark were now standing together at the trunk of a huge van, they were properly armed, that could be seen even from a distance. When the doors were opened, the cops were amazed. The entire loading area was full of cocaine. They had never seen such a quantity before. The handover began and Clark was lively with it. He unloaded the pallets and Gilberto tested the quality.
"Thompson, this stuff is really top notch. What do you get for it?" The leader wanted to know.
"Sixty thousand dollars and we're even." Clark was brimming with confidence and he was damn sure of himself.
"Good, we're in business." Gilberto extended his hand to him.

Things were moving quickly now. The teams positioned at the front struck.
"LAPD, get your hands up! Hands up, we want to see your hands." Shouted from all sides. The Cali Cartel men immediately fired around and Clark didn't hold back either. He panicked and separated himself. Everyone was so busy with the cartel members that no one noticed Clark take off, only two didn't miss it, Chris and Street.
"Come on Street we have to go after him, we can't let him get away." They ran and Clark escaped up a steel staircase further up towards the roof.
"Team 1 here, we need backup up here on the roof, urgently." Street shouted into the radio.
"Clark!" Yelled Chris. "Stop right there, it's over!" Breathing heavily, she now faced her ex boyfriend. Street was close on her heels and now stood beside her. Champ completed the trio and had placed himself between them. Everyone had their weapons drawn and the tension was immense.
Clark looked at Chris and Street in shock. "You guys? What the hell is going on?" He tightened his jaw.
"If I may introduce myself for a moment, Ryan Parker." Said Street dryly. "We've had you under surveillance all along Clark. Chris had it in his gut that you were involved in criminal business and the evidence we found confirmed it. It's over Clark."
"Clark give it up already, you're not getting out of here." Confirmed Chris Street's statement.
"The fuck I will!You guys think you're so smart!" Shouted Clark now. You could see his desperation, but he wasn't going to give up. "Chris, are you really going to do this to me? We do love each other! I love you!" He tried it this way. Chris gave a short dry laugh.
"Do this to you? What have you been fooling me with all this time? You lied to me, betrayed me. All I feel now is contempt for you Clark." She said dryly, but it still hurt. In the meantime, reinforcements had finally arrived.
"We can end this peacefully if you just put the gun down." Street tried to plead with him, but Clark was in a rage.
"Both of you can go fuck yourselves. You guys really deserve each other." He continued to yell, waving his gun around. Everyone stood ready to shoot if the situation threatened to escalate, but Street wanted to try again the calm way and took a step toward him.
"Clark, come on. You don't stand a chance, look around, it's crawling with cops. Put the gun down." Street spoke calmly and in a firm voice.

Suddenly it all happened very quickly. Clark raised the gun against Street's chest and was about to pull the trigger. Chris let Champ off the leash and gave him the command to incapacitate Clark by biting his arm, but Champ didn't go for Clark, he ran at full speed to Street and pulled him to the ground. At that moment, two shots rang out. One had hit Clark, he fell to the ground and raised his arm in pain. Champ lay on top of Street, whimpering. There was blood everywhere. Chris stood there paralyzed.
"Street? Are you okay? Where did he get you?" She ran to him.
"I - I'm fine, that's not my blood." He said in horror and now they both realized it was Champ who was hit by Clark's bullet.
"No, no, no!" Screamed Chris and carefully pulled Champ from Street. She stroked his head and saw that he was hit in the stomach. "My boy, no." Instantly tears welled up in her eyes.
"God, no." Street, too, leaned toward Champ. The dog looked at them both and whimpered. "He needs to go to the clinic right away." Street stood up and lifted him in his arms. "Go Chris to the car, quick." Chris was just functioning, her ears were buzzing and she wasn't really absorbing. When her boss saw how badly hurt Champ was, he gave Chris and Street the OK to go with him to the clinic right away.

When they arrived at the car, Chris sat down in the back seat and Street very gently put Champ on her lap. He sped through town with blue lights flashing and kept looking anxiously in the rearview mirror. Chris stroked Champ's head incessantly and spoke softly to him.
"Champ, it's going to be okay, you hear me. Hang in there, please. We'll be right there." Tears were running down her cheeks and she was insanely afraid of losing her partner.
"Chris everything will be okay, Champ is a fighter." Street tried to encourage Chris and himself. Again and again he heard Chris talking to Champ and it almost broke his heart.
"I think he's dying." Came dryly and completely blankly from Chris.
"What are you saying? No, he's not fucking dying now!" Street pressed on the gas even harder, running all the red lights that blocked his way.

When they arrived at the veterinary clinic parking lot, Street got out, opened the passenger door and gently picked Champ up in his arms again. The big dark brown googly eyes looked at him and Champ licked his arm once.
"Hang in there big boy. We'll be there in a minute." Street had tears in his eyes, but he collected himself and ran inside with the dog. Chris followed him and opened the door.
"Hello, Alonso my name, I had called from the road. My dog has been shot." Immediately the veterinary team came and took Champ. Chris and Street were left in the middle of the room, both covered in blood and completely stunned. Chris stood there, still looking at the door through which they had just brought Champ, tears making their way. When Street looked to her, he couldn't help himself and just took her in his arms. He put his chin on her head and hugged her as tight as he could. She sobbed against his shoulder and her body shook.

After a good hour, they were both now fed coffee, it was going to be a long night, the vet had already predicted to them. Chris had her head leaning back against the wall, Street was just looking straight ahead, he didn't really seem to be present. There was a horrible smell of disinfectant and every now and then his nose itched because of it.
"That crazy guy saved my life!" came from him incredulously. Again and again he shook his head, unable to believe what had happened in the last few hours.
"I shouldn't have let Champ go. It's my fault if he dies now." Chris whispered, holding her hands in front of her face.
"What are you talking about Chris?" He turned her around to face him by the shoulders so she had to look at him. "Champ is trained to catch the suspect, that's his job and if he hadn't jumped me, everything would have been fine too. If it did, it's my fault." Now he hung his head and sniffled briefly.
"Street." Chris said softly, putting her hand to his cheek. "Stop saying that. Clark almost killed him, I hate that son of a bitch so much."

Another two hours had passed. The two sat in the waiting room and neither said a word. Street kept closing her eyes and Chris, she kept looking up at the ceiling and inwardly praying that her dog would make it. A clearing of the throat snapped them both out of their thoughts. The vet stood before them with a serious expression. They both jumped up from their chairs.
"So, how's Champ doing? Talk to me!" Chris spoke excitedly.