FYN CLEARED HIS throat not knowing how to start a conversation.“How were they killed?”asked Fyn on our way in his car.“Shot in the head.”she replied.“Both?”asked Fyn again. She didn’t reply instead she nodded; gulping and trying her best to avoid the tears. Fyn asked no more. We all kept silent; me alone in the back of the car.The crime scenes were extremely pathetic. Both the women lied in the same position on the ground; their hair tussled and their heads drowned in a pool of blood also… with a hole in the head. Roset never showed her tears again instead, she was attentive and examining. She wasn’t even sad.That day… I realized a thing Fyn told me before, which I didn’t realize back then. What makes the Police, the Intelligence and the Tri-forces different from wrongful is that, our purpose and our good heart.He was right. They kill. We kill. They fight. We fight. They torture. We torture. But our purpose; they kill innocent for their advantage but we kill to rescue the inn
ALSO, DURING THOSE months Allison and me became quite close and we were officially a popular couple in the Bureau. We were sharing each and everything in our lives. Literally everything and it was nearly that she had no secrets to me. I still believe that meeting her was the only thing that I never regret in the youth of my life and I was and is proud that she is mine.To talk about the fun things that happened in those months… We had a practice session with all the members of our team which means the twelve of us. That was where I figured out that the names were fake as well. This was before I got the name Nick and this was just two days after we found the dead bodies of the wives of KCO 16; the two Policemen who were killed in city duty.“C’mon people! Break time!”shouted Dylan after five hours of non-ending practice. All of the people gathered to the floor towards the corner of the practice room and started drinking water at once. That day was my first most interactive session wit
MY VOICE WAS a low growl as I spoke“Catastrophe doesn’t kill, sell drugs or intoxicants or else rape women, alright? They I mean We…Yes “We” I will say, if not your stupid mind will get offended thinking, I’m trying to be a Saint… have ethics and policies which we stick to and trust me none of the other organizations have those. We don’t break those policies and if we do it is not the law that punishes us, it would be our organization itself. I know what you have as a problem against us. But we’re so sorry that we couldn’t help but beat up you that day for being such a freaking idiot to get into the middle of our premises… ALONE”My voice hissed as I spoke and I could feel my temper rising up and up the more I talk“And for your convenience and to let you know… I was that guy that beat up the crap out of you that day and I can’t be prouder of what I did because I feel like doing that again.”I added. Tyler stared at me, his eyes red and beaming. That was what Tyler had against me, m
MY IDENTITY WAS changed to Cody Jake by my father in Catastrophe and I no longer had the face I had when I was small and moreover, I didn’t have my memory. So, basically even I myself didn’t know the person they were talking about was me.But… I wish I knew because then a lot would have changed and we could have found solutions to a lot of problems earlier unlike how it actually happened. Because at the end of the day, my memory was the missing piece of the mystery. But then, I didn’t know I had all the things within me and I didn’t know what lied inside my memories were the most important parts of that investigation. I didn’t know Kenneth York was myself and I didn’t know I was trying to find myself either.“That boy should know more interesting stuff.”I said to Allison that day, which we had the discussion which revealed the information I said above“Yeah. Only if he’s alive”she replied.“So, guys, let’s put up with this, okay?”said March. By then, I had figured out that March wa
AFTER A FEW more moments of silence, probably to collect himself, Dylan said,“They had but we don’t”“What does that mean?”I asked puzzled.“You know that locker which is there?”asked March pointing to it. I nodded. I had seen it plenty of times and not a minute ago, March did actually mention about it.“We tried to break that locker but it is too strong and to open it we need the key. Unfortunately, only Mr. and Mrs. York had it. What’s more... that is not a normal keyhole.”paused March. I looked at it again. He was right, it was not a normal keyhole and it looked bigger and odd, as of how I realized when I looked at it first. It had the shape of a heart for the keyhole.“Inside that locker is all the records of this investigation.This would have been a lot easier if we had those documents.”explained Thomas to which Dylan added,“Which means we have no clue again.”“Like no one else had the key of it?”I asked again. It was a kind of odd that those two reputed Intelligence Offi
IN THE NEXT six months, we exploited a tremendous effort to find out the organization who did the murders but failed fantastically ticking out most of the underworld organizations in the list and yes, arresting pretty much too. A lot of territories were captured and our victory flag swayed in those. That was the only good thing that happened and was the only fair reason we could sleep at night.There were quite a lot of adventures and I will say that six months of time sharpened my talents and trained me to be a part of the Intelligence and made me trail how they work. I never actually got trained properly with them as an officer because for one, I was already trained and two, the time I joined was not actually an easy time for them but… I will always say going with the Front Team of Intelligence around the field for six months was the best training I could ever get.That time was full of Underworld territories and the city had more of them than the actual civilizations. That day, we
AT FIRST, BOTH of us exactly calculated where the sounds came from. We literally avoided all the shots. But… at the very end of getting to the end of the hall I heard a sound from somewhere else and I looked at it. I knew they did such things for distraction; I was aware of it but I think my mind didn’t calculate that enough. That single mistake was enough to end the perfection. I lost focus. Instead of running I leapt towards the large door of the exit from the hall so I could avoid getting shot but… I was too late. I heard a sound very closer to my right ear and I closed my eyes unintentionally.When I opened my eyes… I saw myself lying fine on the floor due to the leap but instead, March was drained in blood. They shot two more on March and those were on the leg and the next second I immediately grabbed him to where I was and covered him behind the walls. He had taken the shot for me. The first shot was on his shoulder which I guessed the gunmen aimed at my head. March was unconsci
HOWEVER, A DAY came which the whole team didn’t tell me where we were going. I asked Allison like thousand times to which she replied that soon I would know. They were all acting a lttiel bit strange as if they did not know how to face me and that made me even more nervous because that only meant this was not going to end well for me. But I did realize where we were going when our route took the familiar bends towards the Catastrophe territory.I remember myself throwing a tantrum saying Catastrophe didn’t sell drugs nor they murdered and I remember them replying that they already know it but couldn’t just turn a blind eye on Catastrophe even though it didn’t kill. Because by then, we had already inspected most of the territories except a few and the killer should have to be from a territory we never think of. I also knew that. But still I did not like their idea of investigating Catastrophe because I knew pretty well they were not responsible.Catastrophe was a part of my life and it