[CHAPTER 5]
*five years later*
It was a long and very hot day even if it was only midday. He felt so exhausted. Sun was making it even harder let alone the heat. He hated patrols. He was a patrol just little over year and he was tired already. All these chases made him feel like he's been hit by a train. And now this empty road was killing him. Who was that idiot, who sent him patrolling on this terrible highway, in the first place? And why he was alone again?
Not that he hated bikes, but, come on, alone in heat like this, seriously?
He was so taken over by his thoughts that he almost missed a car that seemed to driving on its own.
"Now great, another drunken" he gritted his teeth and went after car.
"Well, well, what do we got here?" he said eying the car and driver, "Licence and papers please." for the millionth time he asked and checked the documents writing down the information in his notebook.
He walked around the car taking in any suspicious details.
"Sir, please step out of the car. Slowly." he said carefully stepping to the drivers side. But the driver had other thoughts. He let the young cop close enough then pushed him back and took off. Young man staggered backwards but managed to keep his footing and rushed to his bike and started chase.
He was almost ahead of the car and was ready to stop the guy when unexpected happen. A few gunshots echoed in the heated air and the car violently swayed trashing into the motorcycle yanking it off the road.
Poor cop flew sideways and hit the ground hard while car took off.
When the dust and smoke cleared there was no sign on the road, not even a screech of a tyres that would indicate there's something happened...
Nothing that could help the young man in danger...