First Encounter

Rick Syonide walked along the path through his local park, on his way home from school. He had his head down and more mopped along than walked.

Rick was sixteen years old, with black hair and a natural semi-muscular build. His brown eyes hid much wonder, but if one looked into them hard enough, they would see a fire burning in them.

As he walked, Rick kicked along a large stone that he had found on the path. Whilst doing this he kept mumbling. “I wish things could change around here.”

He came to a seat on the side of the path and sat down. He picked up the stone he had been kicking and toyed with it in his hand for a few moments. He then got up and screamed, “I wish things could change!” He then threw the stone with all his might off into the distance.

He sat back down again, when he started to hear rustling in a bush behind the seat. He turned to look at it, and out came a ginger cat. It looked like an ordinary ginger house cat, except that it had two white stripes running down its back.

The cat walked up to Rick. It sniffed his foot, and then stared at him. Then after what seemed like a long pause, the cat finally meowed at him.

Rick looked down at the cat, and picked it up. “Well, I guess I did want things to change.”

 

Rick walked into his bedroom at home and put the cat on the bed. “Wait ‘till mum comes home and sees you. I wonder what she’ll say? She’s not too strict, but like all mothers, she can get on your nerves sometimes.”

The cat looked up at him

Rick started changing his clothes. “She’ll probably bring up the last cat we had. I didn’t look after it too well.”

The cat blanched, seeming to imagine what could’ve happened.

Rick saw this and laughed. “Don’t worry. I was nine. I’m sure I can look after a cat now. Besides, Mum’s away on a holiday with some friends.”

The cat relaxed a little, but stayed a little tense.

Rick finished changing and picked up the cat again. “Now, let me show you around.” He went through each room of the house, explaining what it was in detail.

Half way through, he looked down at the cat. It wasn’t paying any attention at all. It seemed to be lost in thought about something.

They came to the end of the tour, and Rick set the cat down on the floor next to a litter box.

The cat looked at it, then back at Rick. Its expression said; you have to be kidding me.

“Don’t you know how to use it?” Rick said.

The cat kept staring at him.

Rick shook his head. “I’ll have to teach you later.” He turned and started walking back to his room.

The cat raised an eyebrow. It was interested to see how Rick would do that.

 

Rick came back to his room and sat on his bed.

The cat came in and saw a picture on the desk. It jumped up to take a look. In the picture was a man with a boy. He looked proud of the boy, and was beaming at the camera.

Rick saw the cat looking at the picture. “That’s my dad.”

The cat turned and looked at him, waiting for an explanation.

Rick provided one. “He died of cancer a few years ago.”

The cat went back to the picture, while Rick started unpacking his back.

“He looks like he was a great man.”

Rick looked up. “What?” He looked towards the desk.

The cat was looking straight at him.

Rick was confused. “Did you say something?” He could’ve sworn he heard someone say something. But there was no one there except the cat. Rick smiled. “Cats can’t talk though. I must be going mad.”

The cat frowned. “If Cats can’t talk, then what is it that I’m doing? Farting in a coherent manner?”

Rick’s jaw dropped. “Y… You can talk! I really must be going mad. I mean how can you talk, yet not know how to use a litter box.”

“I’m not sure about you, but I’d rather relieve myself without someone gawking at me.”

Rick was taken back. “F…Fair enough then.”

The cat hoped down from the desk and onto the bed. “What’s your name?”

“R…Rick. Rick Syonide.”

“My name’s Typhoon.”

“H… Hi.” Rick was in pure shock and he sat with his jaw wide open.

“Well this is a nice place you’ve got here.”

Rick started to recover from the shock. “Thanks. How is it possible that you can talk?”

“Well, it’s simple. When I move my mouth, sound is-“

“That’s not what I meant. How can you talk, when I’m pretty sure other cats can’t?”

“I’m not sure. But that’s not important. The important thing is why I’m talking to you.”

Rick fully overcame the shock. “Ok, why are you talking to me?”

“I need your help.”

“My help? Why would you need my help?”

“Because there’s only so much I can do on my own. You would be surprised how useful a thumb actually is.”

“Ok… Help with what?”

“Listen carefully and I’ll explain. I need you to help me take down a guy named Doctor Icsus.”

Rick stared at Typhoon with a blank expression on his face. “YOU need ME to help take down some guy named Doctor Icsus?”

“Didn’t I just say that?”

Rick continued starring. “Wow, when I said I wanting things to change, I didn’t mean this much. But why do we need to take him down? What has he done?”

“Let me explain it to you.”

 

Typhoon sat watching a bunch of men unloading a truck. He was under the cover of a bush. What are you up to? He continued watching, until he saw what the men were unloading.

The men were unloading what looked like boxes, but were actually cages.

Typhoon knew that there were animals trapped in those cages. But why are they trapping animals? Then Typhoon saw a man in a lab coat standing at the base of the building. He recognised the man instantly, remembering the previous experiences he’s had with him before.

The man was known as Doctor Icsus. He had a receding hairline, and looked just like any other scientist. But Typhoon knew what this man liked to experiment on, humans and animals. He would test his latest chemical agents on them. For what purpose, Typhoon was unsure, but he knew it wasn’t a pleasant experience, because he had suffered through those tests.

“I have to stop him. But I’m going to need someone to help.”

 

Typhoon finished his story. Rick sat in silence taking it all in. “Wow, you really like hiding in bushes.”

Typhoon frowned. “Now’s not the time to joke.”

“Why can’t you just go to the police?”

Typhoon looked at him. “Yes, a talking cat going to the police.”

“Right. That would be pretty strange.”

“Anyway, even if I was human, he has people in high places. Wouldn’t help.”

“Ok. How did you end up in the bush in the park?”

“I was running from Icsus’s men, after they discovered me in the bush outside his lab. Then you came along, and after smelling you, I knew you were the one who is meant to help me.”

Rick stared at Typhoon in wonder. Am I really meant to help him?

Typhoon continued. “I’m just glad that you came along when you did. The things I smelt in that bush…”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Don’t ever go into that bush. You never know how many drunks have-“

“Not that. The Icsus thing.”

“O right. I want you to come with me to the place I was at last night. We’re going to put an end to this.”

“Ok, but how are we going to get there? From what you were saying, it seems like it’s a fair way.”

Typhoon smiled. “I’ve got that taken care of.”

 

Typhoon soared through the sky with Rick on his back. Typhoon had changed from a normal looking cat, into a winged tiger.

Rick clung onto Typhoon’s back. He was dressed entirely in black. “How on earth can you fly?”

Typhoon was breathing heavily. “Well, when I beat my wings like this-“

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Then what did you mean?”

“How are you able to change?”

“I’m not sure. It’s like the talking thing. I’m just able to do it.”

“You really aren’t normal, are you?”

“Did you just figure that one out?”

“Next time I want things to change, I might want to be a bit more careful about what I wish for.”

Typhoon saw the location ahead. “Hang on; we’re going in for a landing.”

Typhoon flew downwards towards a small clearing in some trees next to a building.

Rick yelled as they plummeted. “Whoa!”

Typhoon pulled up as they came to the ground, and landed.

Rick got off and walked around a bit. “That was awesome!”

Typhoon changed back into a cat. “Easy… for you to say.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You… need to lose some weight.”

“I’m quite happy with my weight, thank you very much.”

“Well, I’m not.” Typhoon got his breath back.

Rick looked towards the building. “So where do we go from here?”

“Before I left last night, I had a look around. The animals are kept in cages with electronic locks. If we disrupt the power supply, we should be able to get them out.”

“So, where is the power supply?”

“In the building. We’ll go in through a window I jammed open last night.” Typhoon walked towards the building.

“And here I was thinking things would be simple. But then again I’m with a cat that can talk and fly, how could things be simple?” Rick followed Typhoon into the building.

 

A guard walked down the corridor. He was on patrol, and so far, it had been a boring night. The guard went into an office, and checked it out. The window was left open, but nothing was in there. He shrugged and went back out into the corridor.

He looked down the corridor, and saw a cat standing there. “Where’d you come from?”

It was the last thing he said as Rick smacked him over the back of the head with a keyboard. He slumped down to the ground unconscious.

Rick smiled. “Well, he’ll be really board now.”

Typhoon walked past him and down the corridor. “Not funny.”

“Well I thought it was.” Rick followed him.

They weaved through the corridors, occasionally slipping into open offices to hide from guards, until they came to a room with a hazard sign on the door. Typhoon stopped out the front of the door. “This is the place.”

Rick tried to open it, but the handle didn’t move. “It’s locked.”

“Great. We’ll have to get a key from somewhere.”

There was a creak from further down the corridor. They both turned and looked.

A guard was standing there, looking at them. He started speaking into his radio. “I’ve got an intruder here. He’s got a cat with him.”

“Uh-oh. Now what?” Rick said.

“I’ve got it.” Typhoon charged down the corridor at the guard.

The guard went for his gun, but didn’t get there in time.

Typhoon changed into his tiger form and bowled straight into the guard, knocking him unconscious. “Rick, grab his keys. We don’t have much time.”

Sirens started sounding as Rick grabbed the guard’s keys, and opened the door. “Well that was convenient, to a point.”

Typhoon changed back into his cat form and went in. “It should be here somewhere.”

The room was small, and technical equipment lined one side of the room, leaving the other side as a walkway.

Typhoon spotted the electrical box. “There. Rick!”

Rick came in the room. He had taken the guards gun and baton, and tucked them into the small of his back.

Typhoon nodded towards the power box. “That’s it there. Disable it, and we can get out of here.”

Rick opened the power box. “Wow, there’s more Watts coming from here than from an old person that can’t hear.”

Typhoon rolled his eyes and sighed. “Just pull the switch.”

Rick pulled the switch.

A dying whine sounded from the power box, as the lights went out.

 

The holding area was dimly lit. Cages filled the room. In each of the cages was a different animal. It was like a zoo down there. But the conditions were poor, and most of the animals were extremely malnourished. Some of them were feral.

The guards had just got the message of the intruder and heard the alarm sound when the power went out. The lights went off first, and then the cages swung open. The guards stood where they were standing. They heard a growl from somewhere in the room, and knew what was going to happen next.

They bolted for the door, and managed to open it, but didn’t get any further than that.

 

Doctor Icsus was sitting in his office when he heard the guard’s radio message. He knew exactly who the cat was. He had the guards location on an electronic map in his office and was about to send every guard to that location when the power went out.

He heard the exclamations of the guards outside his office.

“What’s going on? Why’s the power gone out?” one of them said.

“Must’ve been the intruders.”

“Radios are down. I got nothing.”

Icsus got up out of his seat, and reached into a drawer beside his desk. He pulled out a handgun and went out into the hallway.

 

Sirens continued sounding throughout the building, and strobe lights illuminated the hallways in red.

Rick and Typhoon ran through the hallways. “How can the sirens and alarms still work when the powers out?” Rick said.

“They’re probably on a different circuit. But it means that Icsus knows we’re here.”

“Great. What does Icsus look like anyway?”

They rounded a corner and saw a man standing in the way.

“Like that.” Typhoon transformed into his tiger form.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Typhoon,” Icsus said. “It’s been a while.”

Typhoon growled. “Not long enough.”

Icsus laughed. “I can only guess that you two are responsible for tonight’s events.”

Rick stepped up. “Yeah, that was us.”

“My, my, what do we have here? Typhoon, you’ve found yourself a friend. Why don’t you introduce us? It’s rude not to, you know?”

Typhoon had his eyes fixed on Icsus’s shadowy figure. “Pardon my rudeness then.”

Icsus laughed. “I’ll find out soon enough who he is. Especially when his next of kin comes to identify the body.”

It was then that Typhoon saw the gun in Icsus’s hand. “Rick, run!”

Icsus raised the gun and fired.

Typhoon leapt in front of Rick and took the shot. He landed with a thud. Strangely, there was no blood coming from where the bullet had hit, but Typhoon felt he’d been hit by a truck.

Rick stared at Typhoon. “Typhoon, are you ok?”

“I’m fine. Run!”

Rick ran down the hallway they had come from.

Icsus stood over Typhoon.

Typhoon looked up at him “What was that?”

Icsus smiled. “That was an electro shock bullet. On impact, it emits a current into the subject, and stuns them. Sort of like a tranquilizer dart, except it works instantly. And I’ve got one with your friend’s name on it.” Icsus went after Rick. “I’ll be back for you later.”

 

Rick ran as fast as he could. He could hear Icsus calling behind him. “There’s nowhere for you to go, boy. Why not give up now?”

Rick pulled out the gun he took from the guard and fired behind him.

He could hear Icsus laughing. “What do you think that will achieve boy?”

Rick kept running until he came to a dead end. In front of him was a door with a sign saying, ‘Caution: Flammable items’. He opened the door and in front of him was a small supply room. Barrels of chemicals sat around the room. It’s not the best hiding places, but it will do.

Seconds later, Icsus came into the room. “There’s nowhere to run boy. If you give up now, I might spare you from some of the more gruesome tests.”

Rick tackled him from behind with the stolen baton in his hand.

Icsus rolled him off, and got to his feet.

Rick got up too, and stood face to face with Icsus. He swung the baton, but Icsus ducked and punched him in the stomach. He groaned, and then Icsus hit him in the face. He went sprawling on the floor.

Icsus stood over him. “Just give up.”

Rick gritted his teeth. “Never.”

Icsus raised his gun and shrugged. “Your choice.”

As Icsus was about to fire, Rick lashed out and kicked him in the stomach, hard.

Icsus stumbled backwards and the gun discharged.

The round ricocheted off a wall and into one of the barrel of chemicals. The electric charge from the bullet ignited the barrel.

Rick saw the barrel light up, and looked around the room. It wouldn’t be long until the entire room was alight.

He got up, and ran from the room.

“Wait, what about me?” Icsus said.

Rick was gone. No sooner had he left than the room exploded.

 

Rick shook Typhoon to wake him up. He was back in his cat form. “What? Huh?” He looked up at Rick.

They were outside as the lab burned behind them.

Typhoon got up and saw the inferno. “What happened?”

“Icsus shot a barrel of chemicals. Triggered an explosion.”

“We’d better get out of here then.”

They headed for the tree line, and made their way home.

 

The next morning, Rick woke up to find Typhoon watching the news. “That’s something that will take getting used to.”

Typhoon looked at him. “What is?”

“A cat controlling the TV.”

“You’re the one that wanting things to change.”

“True. And boy have they.”

Typhoon smiled as a news report came on. It depicted images of the burning lab. Typhoon turned up the volume.

“… Fire fighters believe the fire was sparked by some chemicals inside. Those that survived the inferno were taken in for questioning by police on suspected animal trafficking. There were no bodies found in the remains.”

Typhoon looked to Rick. “Looks like we stopped him.”

Rick nodded. “It does indeed. But they didn’t find his body.”

Typhoon smiled. “It probably burnt up in the fire. I don’t think we’ll hear from him again.”

Rick nodded. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” I just wish I believed that.

 

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Crowd Dodgers-Season Final Opener

Jagger Amazon was moving as fast as he could on his hover skates. The walls on either side of him blurred with speed, and the glistening wet cobbled street rushed by under his feet, as it created an intense glare, the result from the sun beating down onto the street circuit.

Fans had turned out in droves to see the final Crowd Dodging race for the season, even though it was very cold and had been raining up until race day. The fans lined either side of the track, looking to get a view of the action, shouting out to their favourite dodgers.

Jagger couldn’t even hear them. To him it was just noise and he streaked down the track. His only thought was to win.

He was tied for first in the overall standings with his rival Trevor Brown. Jagger had to win this race in order to win the crowd dodging season and prove himself worthy for a spot on a professional Crowd Dodging team. It meant so much to him and he couldn’t bear to miss out on his dream, not when he was so close.

Jagger saw the track ahead through his light blue visor, which served to minimise the glare and keep the wind and dirt out of his eyes.

Trevor Brown was just ahead of him as they were coming to the first crowd of drones, his black skate suit with its red piping and stripe down the back, shimmering in the heat from the sun

The large metal drones loomed ahead. They were the size of an average person, except as wide as an overweight person. They moved randomly about on tank treads and waved their arms wildly about, creating the crowd from hell for every Crowd Dodger to overcome.

Jagger’s radio burst to life as he lost view of Trevor as he entered into the crowd.

‘Trevor’s only five seconds in front of you.’ Jack said over the radio. Jack was Jagger’s little brother and strategist. ‘You should be able to catch him in no time.’

‘Thanks Jack. Keep an eye on him for me, ‘cause I’m going to have to be focusing elsewhere.’ Jagger said as he came up to the crowd of drones.

Up close the drones looked vicious. Completely void of any sense or reasoning. If one of them hit you, you were going down for sure.

Jagger got swamped by the crowd of drones, their metal bodies pushing in around him.

Jagger swerved to the left to avoid one drone, and then back to the right to avoid another. All Jagger could see of the drones was a grey blur as he went past at a high speed.

From the side, all the fans could see was a glimpse of the silver and blue piping of Jagger’s suit and helmet, as he weaved his way through the crowd of drones.

Another skater was following Jagger very closely, mimicking his every move. This was a legitimate strategy, to follow a fellow dodger through a crowd, but it was seen as a very poor performance.

Jagger ducked as a drone suddenly stuck its arm out. The guy behind him did the same thing. Just as Jagger got back to his feet, another drone did the same thing. Jagger ducked again, but this time the guy behind him didn’t see it coming.

The drone caught him around the neck and he went down hard, smashing his head against the ground. His momentum kept him rolling forward, right behind Jagger.

Jagger could hear everything behind him, but dared not look back else he’d become the next person to go down. He whipped past another drone and veered right.

The drone that Jagger had passed soon closed the gap that he went through, and the guy slammed into the body of the drone.  A Metallic resounding clang rang out as he hit it. He would be unconscious for about an hour.

‘That was too close Jagger. You can’t let anyone else draft you like that,’ said Jack over the radio.

Jagger was breathing heavily. ‘I know. Update me on where Trevor is.’

‘He’s only three seconds ahead. You’re coming up to the end of this crowd, and you’re currently travelling faster than he is.’

Jagger ducked and weaved to the left to avoid another drone. ‘How long ‘til I catch him?’

‘You should come out of the crowd at the same time.’

Jagger ducked again, and could the see end of the crowd in sight. A drone suddenly moved from the right and blocked off the exit.

Jagger had very little time to react. There were drone’s blocking him in on either side. There was only one way he could go.

Jagger jumped, tucking his feet up under him in a perfect skater jump pose. He jumped over the drone’s right shoulder.

He landed perfectly on both feet, the hover skates immediately catching him on an invisible cushion of air.

He let out a sigh of relief and looked to his right.

Trevor emerged from the crowd right next to him.

He saw Jagger and his face turned into a snarl.

Jagger picked up speed and got in front of Trevor.

‘You won’t beat me that easy Amazon!’ Trevor said. ‘This race is mine!’

They skated hard down a clear stretch of track, cobble stones rushing by underneath, fans screaming on either side, looking like a massive blur.

Trevor got into Jagger’s slip stream.

Jagger moved to the right, but Trevor followed him. Jagger went back to the left, but he followed again.

Trevor got out of the slip stream and flew past Jagger, having picked up enough speed. He laughed as he went past. ‘See you later Amazon!’

Jagger growled under his breath.

‘Come on Jagger!’ said Jack. ‘You can easily catch him. Don’t let him get to you.’

Jagger focused as he continued flying down the track. ‘Your right bro. thanks.’ And he gave chase as another crowd section loomed ahead, fifty metres down the track.

After Jesus’ Resurrection

I bowed down before the risen lord Jesus Christ. I grovelled at his feet, crying. “Forgive me lord, forgive me.” I looked up at him, tears streaming down my face. “I’m sorry lord. I’m sorry that this happened. I’m sorry that this had to happen.”

He looked down at me and said, “Get up.”

I rose to my feet, and stood face to face with him. Then he took me into his warm embrace. I wept on his shoulder, and he said, “All is forgiven. Leave your sin in the tomb, and live for me.”

The challenge now is to leave the sin in the tomb for good.

Corruption

Jeremy Phuller stopped his black Toyota TRD Aurion in front of the Purgatory Bay police station in Victoria. He opened the door and stepped out onto the pavement.

He closed the door and looked around.

Wind carrying salt from the sea blew through his brown hair and ruffled his leather jacket of the same colour.

He scanned the area around him, and then nodded with a sort of satisfaction. He locked his car door and approached the entrance to the police station. He lifted the corner of his white shirt. He felt his 9mm Sig-Saucer pistol, resting in his hip-holster over his black trousers. He felt some kind of reassurance.

He was six feet tall with an average build. He had enough muscle to handle himself in a pub brawl, but a hardened criminal with a baseball bat may be a bit beyond him.

He entered the station and caught the eye of the desk clerk immediately.

“May I help you?” the clerk said.

Jeremy pulled his wallet out of his left hand pocket and showed the clerk his badge and I.D. “I’m Detective Sergeant Jeremy Phuller. I’m with the Ethical Standards Department.”

The look in the desk clerk’s eyes changed.

“Who’s the head honcho ‘round here?” said Jeremy.

“Where you from?” said the clerk.

“City.”

“Why are you here?”

“You’re not answering my question.”

“Why should I?”

“I out rank you.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes Constable. I’m a Detective.”

Silence filled the room. Florescent lights dimly lit the area. The floor was light blue lino whilst the walls were cream.

“Just get me your boss.” Jeremy said finally.

Right on cue a detective with pale red hair came through a door behind the desk clerk, leading to the main area.

“May I help you?” he said.

Not this again, Jeremy thought. He pulled out his badge and I.D. and repeated his name and rank. The detective was a tad more co-operative but not by much.

Jeremy finally got through to the main area and looked around. It was a large room with desks scattered around it and offices branching off it. All eyes were on him. He scanned the room and caught the eye of a nervous looking constable sitting on a desk in the corner.

The detective introduced him with slight disdain in his voice. He clearly wasn’t impressed to have Jeremy snooping around. Nor was anyone else.

As Jeremy left, he told them all he would be hanging around, whilst implying “Don’t leave town.”

He stepped out of the police station and made a mental note to watch his back.

 

The nervous Constable came out half an hour later with summonses in his hand.

“Isn’t that work for a junior?” said Jeremy. He was leaning against his car after having moved it into the car park.

The constable looked towards Jeremy and blushed slightly.

Jeremy walked over to the Constable from his car. “Well, we’d better deliver them.” He took the summons from the Constable and got into the Constable’s car.

The Constable shrugged and got in. He keyed the ignition and drove off.

As they drove off a pair of eyes watched through a curtain, and they saw everything that had happened.

 

Wind blew through Jeremy’s hair and beat against his thin sunglasses. He had his window down and was taking in the scenery whilst the Constable drove his car and delivered summons that sat on his lap.

“What’s your name?” Jeremy asked over the wind.

The constable’s eyes widened with surprise. “My name?”

Jeremy turned his head towards him. “You have one don’t you?” he said with an eyebrow raised and teasing in his voice.

“Yes, of course,” he said. “John, John Smith.”

This time both of Jeremy’s eyebrows rose. “You’re not messing around with me are you?”

“How do you mean?”

“With your name?”

“It is my name.”

Jeremy shrugged. “Alright. That’s a tad ordinary, but okay. How long’ve you been a cop for?”

“A While.”

“How long’ve you been posted here for?”

“Nearly a year.”

“Has there been corruption all that time?”

John was taken aback by the question. “What do you mean?”

“’Tis why I’m here, ain’t it?”

“I guess.”

“So how long?”

“I don’t know. It’s just a creeping suspicion.”

“Fair enough, you don’t want to get involved.”

John shrugged. “Not really. I prefer to mind my own business. I saw what they did to a kid that knew too much. I don’t want that to happen to me, or my family.”

Jeremy had seen the pictures and heard the details, so he understood that John would be scared.

“Why do they have you delivering summons?” said Jeremy.

“Keep me out of the way I s’pose.”

“Well then, let’s finish delivering papers, and then we can go rattle the cage.”

 

John and Jeremy came to the final destination. John got out of the car and walked up to the door of the house.

Jeremy watched from the car as John knocked on the door and started talking to the occupant. Jeremy was watching very closely when the radio in the car started crackling.

“Five-o-nine, come in five-o-nine,” it said.

Jeremy figured when no one responded that five-o-nine was John’s number. Jeremy wound down his window and yelled out to John. “Hey John! There’s a call on the radio for you!”

John finished up at the door and got back in the car. As soon as he got in the car, he picked up the receiver. “This is 509.”

“Yours is a Break ‘n’ Enter at the old warehouse on Anglesea drive.”

“Received that, on my way. E.T.A. five minutes.”

John put the radio back in its stand on the dash and keyed the ignition. It started after the second attempt.

Jeremy got a little excited. “Time for some action.”

They drove off with his siren on. It wailed down the street and could be heard from a block away.

 

John and Jeremy arrived at the warehouse a fraction later than five minutes.

They got out of the car and John drew his old Smith and Wesson Revolver, whilst Jeremy pulled out his 9mm.

They came in from the side of the warehouse. The building was white and rundown with a brick base out the front about as high as the back of a truck. Stairs up the base were on the left and right hand sides.

John and Jeremy were on the left. They had their back to the wall.

John peeked inside because the doors were left open. The whole interior of the warehouse was shelves upon shelves of stock.

“This will take forever,” John said.

“Well, let’s not stuff around then,” said Jeremy.

As Jeremy finished his sentence and got ready to move, a bullet ricocheted off of the wall beside them. They scrambled inside the warehouse.

 

John and Jeremy ducked around the corner and were inside just as the wall where they were standing got raked with gunfire. Jeremy took in deep breaths as John stood beside him with his eyes wide open. In front of them there was a passage between a couple of shelves.

A man dressed in black with a balaclava on stepped around the corner of a shelf on the right hand side of the warehouse. He held in his hand a Heckler and Koch MP5. He opened fire.

Jeremy swore and pushed John into the passage between the shelves and dived in after him.

The bullets smacked into the wall behind where he and John had just been standing.

The gunfire stopped as the shooter had stopped to reload.

Jeremy took the opportunity. He leaned around the corner and shot the shooter in the stomach.

The shooter doubled over and fell to the ground.

Jeremy heard footsteps coming towards the building. He turned and pushed John further down the passageway.

Two more men appeared in the entrance. They looked to their right and saw their fallen comrade. They were dressed the same way as the other man was, with the black outfit and balaclavas.

Jeremy had gone down to the end of the passage and was hiding behind a shelf looking around the corner. He saw the two men split up and start searching for him and John.

The first one never stood a chance. He appeared right in front of Jeremy and John. He turned and saw John cowering behind Jeremy. Then he saw Jeremy with his gun raised.

Jeremy pulled the trigger and the first man fell in a heap. John and Jeremy ducked back behind the shelves just as the second man came to look at the first.

He looked up the passage and saw them. He second man let off a round but missed.

Jeremy nailed his gun hand and put a second bullet in his chest. The second man fell next to the first.

“Who were they?” said John.

Jeremy quickly reloaded his gun. “Hit men. They were trying to shut us up.”

John’s eyes widened.

“We must have been watched as we left. We can’t let them know that we’re rattled,” Jeremy said.

“What’ll we do then?”

“We’ll go back to the station and act like nothing has happened, understood?”

“Alright, but when we get back to the station my shift is over though.”

Jeremy smiled.  “Well, I guess I’ll have to make them nervy on my own then.”

John rolled his eyes as he and Jeremy made for the car.

 

When they got back, they entered the station separately. John went to his desk, got his things and clocked off for the day, while Jeremy went and started talking to the detective with the red hair.

As soon as the detective saw him, he went into a bad mood. Whomever he had told to kill Jeremy and John was going to get into a lot of trouble.

Jeremy started to ask all sorts of questions, such as what were the crime rates, and when did drugs start to appear around town. He then started going through the crime records with the assistance of the detective and an annoyed sergeant. Jeremy loved every minute of it.

When he left for the day at 19:00, he felt for his gun again. By doing what he did today, he was hoping that he had made them nervous and jumpy. If they were jumpy they would stuff up, and it would be easier to catch them. There was a consequence however. They would most likely come after him again.

 

Jeremy pulled in out the front of the police station early the next day. Nothing had happened last night and he was disappointed, but there was still today.

He pulled open the door to the police station and walked right past an unmanned desk. He shrugged and entered the main area.

He saw John sitting behind a desk doing paper work. A few other police officers were dotted around the place, but the red-haired detective was nowhere to be found.

This made Jeremy wary. Not knowing where that detective was, was a problem. He had a quick look around and sat down at an unmanned desk.

A group of police officers turned around and looked at him from where they were making coffee.

“This desk yours?” Jeremy said.

The men looked at each other and went about what they were doing.

Jeremy shrugged. “I guess not.”

He put his feet up on the desk and got out his pistol. He pulled out the magazine, and cocked the gun to check if there was a round in the chamber. It was empty. He put the magazine back in, and cocked it again to put a round in the chamber.

A Senior Constable with a desk in front of Jeremy shot him a dirty look.

Jeremy smiled and put the safety lock on his pistol and put it in his holster. He then stretched and relaxed.

A radio over near the entrance to the main area came alive. A Constable went over to it and started to talk in to the microphone.

Jeremy looked over at John. He was still working, filling out paperwork about the ‘job’ at the warehouse.

Hopefully not the truth, Jeremy thought.

He snuffled a yawn just as the Constable put the microphone back on its hook.

The Constable turned and looked at Jeremy. “You mind doing us a favour?”

“Such as?” said Jeremy.

“Investigating a disturbance at the old town hall.”

Jeremy thought for a moment. It could be a set up, or it could be a way of getting me out of the way for a few minutes, or a legitimate crime. Either way, it could be interesting.

“Okay, Sure,” he said.

He got up from the desk and went to the door. He could feel everyone looking at him.

“I’ll be back later,” he called.

 

Jeremy arrived at the old town hall.

It was definitely old. The bricks were pale, and cobwebs hung from every corner.

Jeremy pushed open the old wooden doors and entered the decrepit building.

He was confronted by an empty hall. A staircase was on Jeremy’s left and it lead up to a storage area.

Jeremy drew his 9mm Sig-Saucer and climbed the stairs.

 

Jeremy saw the Detective with red hair sitting in the middle of the storage area tied up. He holstered his pistol and ran over to the Detective, untied him and helped him up.

“They took off,” the detective said.

“Come on, let’s go,” Jeremy said.

They flew down the stairs and out the wooden doors.

Jeremy helped the Detective into his car. Jeremy then got into the car and took off at top speed.

A man watched from a window in the storage area. He thumbed his radio and reported in. “He’s taken the bait.”

“Good, I don’t expect to see him again,” a voice on the other end said.

 

“Go to the Headland, I heard they were going there,” the red-haired detective said.

“You sure?” Jeremy said.

“Positive.”

Jeremy turned right to go down a street and headed for the Headland.

 

The Headland over looked most of the bay. The sky was overcast, and the sea below was choppy.

Jeremy hoped out of the car. He walked to the point of the Headland, and looked out at the bay.

The red-haired detective slammed the passenger side door and stood at the base of the Headland. He drew a .38 revolver, just as Jeremy turned to face him with his 9mm pistol up.

“Mr. Phuller, you have been a nuisance for far too long,” the red-haired detective said.

Jeremy just stared at him.

“Drop your gun Phuller.” the detective said.

“You drop yours, or I’ll drop you!”

“So it’s a stand-off then.”

“I guess so. So what are you going to do about it?”

“End it.”

Both guns fired at the same time but only one shooter fell.

The red-haired detective was a mess. The bullet had gone through his neck.

Jeremy lowered his gun and looked at his shoulder. The detective’s shot had nicked Jeremy’s right shoulder. He walked down from the Headland and got into his car. Time to finish this, he thought.

 

Jeremy got onto his radio as soon as he got into his car. He reported to his commanding officer and requested immediate backup. If he was to end this corruption, then he was going to need help.

 

Jeremy pulled up to the police station. His backup was an hour away. He sat in his car thinking. How was he going to get John out of there without them hurting him?

He pulled out the mag from his gun and put a couple more rounds in so that he had a full mag.

He opened his car door and approached the entrance to the police station.

The doors opened and there was still no one behind the desk.

Jeremy went behind the desk and opened the door leading into the main area a crack. They had John tied to a chair.

Just as Jeremy had suspected, all of them were corrupt. John was the only one who wasn’t. Shit, Jeremy thought.

He had to strategize. They wouldn’t be expecting him back, thinking that their leader had taken him out, but they might have someone standing behind the door, just in case.

He thought about the structure of the building and remembered a window in one of the interview rooms.

He exited the station and went around to the left hand side. He got down on his hands and knees and crawled along the base of the building. He got to the back and found the interview room window.

It took him ten minutes to unlock the window. He climbed in and waited by the door.

His backup was half an hour away.

 

He kicked down the door and entered with his gun up.

Everyone turned.

He was in the middle of the room, directly behind John. He took out a man standing in front of John, and then a man next to him. He looked over at the door and took out another standing over there.

The last three men to Jeremy’s left dived for cover and returned fire. They got him in the arm, and in the knee.

Jeremy swore and fell. He knew he was done.

The three men came out of cover, just as the main entrance door came crashing down.

A team from the Special Operations Group came in guns blazing. They had Colt M4s and knew how to use them.

The three men never stood a chance.

The S.O.Gs nailed them, one after the other.

Jeremy lay back on the floor and smiled, blood flowing from his wounds. “What took you guys so long?”

 

Jeremy lay back in his hospital bed.

The news said that a drug lab was found under the police station. Charges were laid on only four of the ten corrupt cops. All the rest were dead. The station was to be restaffed and reopened.

I hope the new guys there won’t be corrupt too, Jeremy thought to himself. He looked down at his leg and then his arm. He didn’t relish the idea of going back. The nurse came in to check on him. She was clearly over her 50’s, and had a wart on her cheek.

Jeremy cringed. Then again, I don’t think it would be so bad.