February 2010
Jordan Alarick brought out his head sharply from his wardrobe where he had been arranging the clothes he intended to take with him. He had not started packing yet but he wanted to get everything ready and in its place so he could do his packing in one fell swoop. It had become a force of habit, one couldn’t expect anything less from a man who had made his way steadily up to the highest rank in the county police department at such a young age.He knew that it was also a force of habit that made him jerk when he heard the shuffling sound in the hallway. He rubbed the part of his head that he had rammed against the upper part of his wardrobe as he straightened sharply. Jordan smiled as he heard hushed whispers from the hallway and he knew who could be the source of that. Well, sources, if one wanted to be particular.He placed his hand against his waist as he called out “I know you are there”Total silence.He changed his tone to a menacing one as he said “If you don’t show yourself and surrender, I will start shooting. One…”“Pfft, you will never shoot us” came a young male voice from behind the voice.Jordan’s smile widened as he heard a female groan before she said in a chiding tone as he heard a smacking sound “Oh, kill me” he could imagine his cousin smacking her forehead as she rolled her eyes at her twin as he heard “Good job Hen, now he knows that we are the one, stupid”“He already knows that we are the one!” Her brother retorted “And I am not stupid, you are!”“Who is stupid?” he heard feets shuffling and he could picture perfectly what was going on. Now she was trying to get her hands on him and he was running while taunting her.“Fu-kay-na! Fuka! Fuka! Fuka!” her brother replied.“I swear let me…”Jordan opened the door and the scenario he saw made him burst out in laughter, Fukayna was about to remove one of her shoes and she stood with her leg suspended in the air as she looked at him while Henley had his hand in his air as he poked his tongue out at his sister with his feet ready to take flight the moment she removed her shoe.“At the risk of you two killing yourself at my door, do come right in” Jordan announced breezily.“Hello, Jordan,” Fukayna said as she abandoned the task of killing her brother for the moment and smiled at him.“He is the Sheriff now, you should call him sheriff. Who is the stupid one now?” Henley rolled his eyes at his sister.Jordan smiled as he saw that the lad had finally perfected it. His sister had tormented him so much with her eye-rolling that he had vowed to learn how to do it. Jordan had caught him practising it in the mirror the other day and he had made him promise to keep it a secret.“I would not hear the end of it from that girl” he had groaned. That girl being his sister.Jordan had promised him and then he joined him to practise as well as he told him that you can never have too much skill as a Sheriff, the skill might come in handy when he wanted to deal with recalcitrant deputies. The two of them had ended up doubling in laughter when Jordan had compared them to a pair of owls who had something stuck in their eyes and was trying to get it out. Henley had requested for a rank in the police department if the eye-rolling worked on the deputies as that would mean he had contributed to the force. Jordan never did learn his eye-rolling but he could see now that the kid had been hard at work.His sister did not appreciate it though as she narrowed her eyes at him “He is no longer the Sheriff, idiot. He resigned! I wouldn’t expect you to remember a thing about that though, you dunce”Henley stuck out his tongue again “You are the dunce”“Who are you calling…” she reached for the shoe again.Jordan sighed theatrically “Kids, kids. As our genius here said, I have already resigned and I am not willing to mop up anybody’s blood. If you want to kill him, Fuka, do it elsewhere. Bye…”“No wait wait” Fukayna, who was closer to the door quickly raised her hand to it to stop him as Jordan made as if to close the door “I can kill him later, let us come in”“As if” Jordan heard her brother mutter as he let go of the door and entered.The two of the forgot their food for a while as they stood side by side with their eyes on every other place but him. He knew they have something to say and if they were being this reluctant to say it out, they probably thought he would refuse and if they could have thought of that; it is probably something that he would refuse as they almost always get their way around him.“Now I am growing fanciful,” he thought as he looked at them sideways and saw Fukayna twirl the belt of her dress as she went to his collections. He couldn’t remember when he started but he had never outgrown his collection of comic books. He had the latest and the oldest of his favourite series “Rajun” rajun had been popular back at Baleria and he had thought he would not be able to get them here in Rova but he had been wrong. Rajun was universal. Fukayna had shown interest in them and he intended to leave these for her and send her any latest series from time to time.Where he was going, he doubted if he would have the time for comics anyway. Maybe it was time to outgrow some things, he had bigger things to deal with.He sighed again and reminded himself that he had promised to take his mind off any morbid thoughts for the remnant of the days he had to use with the family that he had come to love and cherish in the past twelve years.He turned his mind back to the kids behind him.Eleven years old Fukayna and Henley had arrived in the world shortly after he came to stay with their parents.Angry with his dad for sending him to where he termed the middle of nowhere back then, proving difficult with his uncle just so he could send him back and pretending that his eighth year's old cousin Chione was beneath his notice. He was after all too cool to allow a girl to hang around him.They had arrived filling the not-so-bustling household with their energy.His aunt had called him to hold them when he was leaning against the door jamb posing like he didn’t give a care in the world.He moved closer to them and they blinked those impossibly clear eyes at him, then as if by agreement, they had both held on to his little fingers and stole his heart.He had never remained the same.“Take us with you” the two of them shouted in unison, jolting him out of his thought.Well, he had not been expecting that.Jordan looked at his two solemn-looking cousins and he realised that they were serious. He closed his wardrobe and came to sit down on his bed. They both swerved to face him. “I am sorry, kids. I wish I could but I can’t. I..” “Why? Is it because you have serious business to attend to? We won’t disturb you at all” Henley said then he continued before Jordan could reply “Remember how I used to follow you to the Sheriff’s office here? Even deputy Shedrack allowed me to use the radio in the new car the other day. I could be your deputy back in your country” “What do you mean by you could? I thought we were asking for the two of us, you dunce” his sister hissed at him. Henley stuck his tongue out at her before facing Jordan “C’mon Jordan, let’s go with you” “Even if you do not want to take this dumb head with you, you can just take me and we will leave him behind” Fukayna pitched her campaign. “Fuka, you are bad!” Henley said, aggrieved. “Are you two disturbing cousin Jordan with yo
“What made you say that?” Jordan asked his cousin. Chione was not one to mince words and he knew that she would tell him whatever it was that her suspicions were. Chione sighed as she sat down heavily on his bed, wrinkling the coverlet. Jordan looked over and looked back at his cousin when she did not say anything but was just kicking her legs lightly against the bed frame “Chi?” “Because I know you, Dan, and you have not been yourself since you got back last year, are you still blaming yourself?” “Whatever made you think that?” Jordan turned away from her as he tried to remember what he had been doing. “What would make you think I blamed myself, of course not. It had been natural and it was his time.” Oh yes, he remembered he had been sorting out his clothes. He was through though, but better to have something to do that would take him away from Chione’s scrutinizing eyes. He moved towards the wardrobe but his cousin blocked him before he got there. “What?” he asked with curt lau
March 2012 The siren wails shattered the night air and hope-filled Jordan’s heart as their sound got closer. He looked down at his partner “Eric! Eric, hang on. You have to hang on, buddy. Help is on the way, you will be taken care of in no time. You don’t get to die on me, man. You hear me?” Jordan said desperately to keep his friend’s eyes open even as the brutal conviction settled in his mind. He had seen many scenes like this almost a year after he had joined the Baleria Police Department. He could almost feel his friend’s life flow out of him as blood flowed through Jordan’s hand. He had tried to apply the emergency first aid he learnt in the academy on his friend, anything to slow down the cold hand of death that seemed intent to claim this man. No, not Eric. He thought desperately as he called him again “Eric, please you have to keep your eyes open. You can’t sleep now, man. Don’t you dare sleep. What would you tell Aria? Damn you!” he shouted as he wondered why the siren he
Jordan came out of the white home with blue trimmings and he felt like retching. He had never had to deal with a scene like that before, not ever in his life. He had thought he understood grief and all it entailed, after all, he had lost his mother at a very young age. At an age any child shouldn’t have to face such a thing, he remembered how much he loved his mother and how much it had affected him. He could remember how much it had affected his grades that year even though he had his father's support and love. Then he unexpectedly lost his father as well, at a time that he couldn’t believe it as the loss hit him with such an impact that he had not expected. A death he still had not been able to reconcile within his heart. He had thought he knew all there was to do when dealing with the grief of people he had to break the news of the loss of their loved ones to. After all, he had dealt with a few homicides back in Rova even though the county had a low level of crime rate. Since he
Jordan had not expected the scene that greeted him as he entered the house that morning. The lady that opened the door for him stepped aside with a sombre look. He did not want to believe what came to his mind as he saw the young lady looking so morose. No, they couldn’t possibly know. He had been specific with his instructions at the station the night before when he informed them not to send anyone over to Eric’s house yet. “I would do it first thing in the morning. I just want that poor woman to have a good night's rest first” he had told them and his colleagues had expressed their understanding as they promised to leave it to him to break the news. “It couldn’t be,” he thought in denial as he followed the young lady to the living room. “Yes, it could be” he affirmed when he heard the most hateful voice he had ever heard in all of his life. The soft-spoken, well-modulated voice of Lance fucking Dickson. “You will have to hold in your grief, ma’am. I understand that you might be d
Aria’s rigid stance crumpled the moment they heard the front door open and closed. She lowered herself slowly back to the couch. “That is one downright rotten man. Lordy. I have never seen such an unfeeling fellow before. I was about to come run him off myself if you didn’t enter, Seargent” Jordan turned back toward the door that led to the kitchen and he saw Aria’s grandfather standing there with a fireplace poker in his hand. Jordan had no idea what the older man had intended to do with Bruce but he knew that it wouldn’t have ended well for the bastard, he almost wished he had come a bit later so he could see the old man wielding the iron on the baby faced bastard preferably on his face but as that could have earned the old man charges for assault on a police officer, he thought that it was a good thing he had come earlier after all. He wondered briefly how early Lance had woken up just so he could come over for his psycho display. “Grandpa” Jordan called and Aria jolted out of h
“Your temper would be your undoing,” Lance said as he got up from the floor with as much dignity as he could muster, which was not much of anything as his chin was smeared with the blood he wiped from his mouth earlier and he had a fresh bruise coming up. “One more sick word from your uncouth mouth and you would see just how much damage my temper could be to you even before it became my undoing, which would not be your call anyway” Yeah. it irked Lance that it was not his call, at least not when they wanted the arrogant bastard. He would like to be around when he finally did himself in though. Oh yes, he would love to see him suffer and beg. He looked around furtively and raised his hand as if he wanted to snatch a fly in the air. That was the signal he had given the dickhead to leave the surrounding, he had no idea if he had seen him but he was not about to let Jordan find out. Jordan narrowed his eyes when he saw the suspicious way the inspector raised his hand and his hand instan
“Seargent Alarick, on what ground would you justify your assault on a senior officer?” ASP Dexter turned from the window to Alarick who was standing at attention in front of his desk. Dexter was not fooled by the laid-back stance of the office though, he knew he was brimming with anger especially after he had shown him the evidence of the assault that Dickson had given to him earlier as if the sickly bruise colour on his face was not an evidence enough. Dexter had never liked the weak-faced inspector but what could he do when he had received orders? He had to do it. Especially when that order had been laced with a thinly veiled threat? The Baleria Police Department had become something he had never dreamt of when he was still dreaming of becoming one of the good people that brought bad people to book. Times were gone when the right had been right and the wrong nothing but wrong. With the way several powers had infiltrated the forces and government of Baleria these days, Dexter was
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Slowly but surely, peace returned to Baleria. It was not an easy task and it took the government over a year before they could decide to stop the influx of special agents they had to keep sending to Baleria to keep the peace.The death of Apache seemed to be like the death of a god to the miscreants of Baleria and its environs. Some of them resorted to retaliation and for months, it was more of a common occurrence on the streets of Baleria for rapid gunshots to resound all of a sudden in the wake of their crazed attempt to deliver a payback to anyone whom they believed had a hand in his death.Jordan escaped assassination twice and Valencia had to be taken under the wings of the secret service working for President Kalani. Jordan convinced Chione to go back to Rova before the heat heightened. Though she only went back to take a lengthy leave before coming back to join her cousin in the fight against the vermin that had penetrated every thread of Baleria and its neighbouring cities.Jor
The door burst open and Valencia tripped over her feet as someone pushed her. She fell to the floor and looked up in fright at her father and Jordan. Sandra followed her in with a gun pointed at her.“She was snooping around, babe. Tried to swipe my phone” Sandra said without lowering her gun as Valencia stood up slowly.Jordan had no idea what was going on. Why was Valencia being treated like that even though she was part of them? He knew he shouldn't feel any empathy towards her, after all, she betrayed him. Yet, he couldn't help but wonder.“Is that so, girl?” Apache asked as he motioned for Sandra to bring his daughter over. “I am not your girl” Valencia spat out. “You are not the father that I thought I knew. The man I know will never do all those vile things. You can drop the pretence and just kill me the way you killed your other child!" she sneered.Fleeting surprise crossed Apache's face before he said "Oh, I see that Sandra is correct. You have been snooping. Where the hell
“Please, promise me that they will make sure he gets out first before they go all in. I think you need to tell your men again or let me just go with them. I am a cop in Rova. I have my badge, and I can protect him in there. I should be going in with them. I know Jordan. They don’t” Chione said rapidly as she turned to face the man beside her.Holt Hendrick, the aggrieved governor of Baleria removed the binoculars in his hands and looked pensively at Chione.”Who is this again, Todd”Todd Hendrick rolled his eyes before he answered without looking up from his laptop “You know who she is, Uncle. Chione? The reason we have the initial intel? My friend. Repetition is not my thing you know. Keep up, uncle”Holt nodded without taking his eyes off Chione. “Listen, miss. I have as much stake in this as you do. Well, more. Actually. This state has a lot of stake in this. In case you have not read the news, I lost my family. God knows it was the only thing they could talk about for months. This
“So, you see,” Apache Isachar continued conversationally. “You are a problem. You are like, What is it called again? Yes, you are like a ticking bomb. a headache that wouldn’t go away. Just like your father.”When Jordan wanted to say something again, Apache raised his hand and said, “Did you learn nothing earlier? I know. I know you are dying to know about what happened to your dad. Don’t worry. I will literally grant you all your wishes. I will tell you about him. Then you will die. Kind of fitting.” He added with a smile.Then his smile turned into a sneer as he looked at him. “You. I saw potential in you and put Dickson on your case. If only you had not been so bullheaded, just like your father, this story could have ended differently. Sadly, you are your father’s son, and you will receive the same end as him. Well, too bad.”Apache stood up suddenly and moved quietly like a panther toward Jordan. “I mean, you even made me tell you that sob story on the day you had the guts to tell
“Glad you finally decided to join us, little punk.” Jordan heard as he woke up the second time. He was getting pissed off for repeatedly being knocked out. After being knocked out on the verge of the huge shock he was dealt earlier, he was just coming out of his unconscious state when he felt another blow to his head again and he went under.This time around, he had no idea if he would be allowed to stay awake or if another blow would send him back into an unconscious state. When he concentrated fully on the man sitting in the cane chair in front of him; he guessed he might be allowed to stay awake this time after all. He seemed ready to talk this time around. The bastard that Jordan had always held in high esteem. The man he had been in touch with, long after he had left the force. Rtd. ASP Allan Dexter.The man grinned unapologetically as he said “I can see that you have finally processed this. Go ahead then. Ask all the questions running about in that smart head of yours. I can’t
“That was a great performance, Maria. You can go now.”Valencia shook her head slightly as she woke groggily from the sleep that had suddenly snuck up on her. Her father? Maria? She thought she was dreaming, but by the time she blinked hard and concentrated on the foggy figures in the room, she realized that she was not alone, as she had been for days. There were others.“Yes, sir,” She heard Maria say as the latter bowed to her father and turned to leave.“Maria?” Valencia called uncertainly. Her mouth felt leaden, and her throat felt as if it were stuffed with wet cotton.Maria didn’t say anything as she glanced at Valencia, then she quickly looked away and left the room.Valencia grew more confused. Why was Maria acting like that? Has she called Jordan? Would he be coming? What is her father's name? Her father! Her mind cleared when she remembered that she had heard his voice.“Dad?” Valencia called when she turned her head and saw the man that Bastion and Maria had told her was be
Jordan got more than he expected from his cousin’s jotter.He did not just get the address but he got the full intel about the location and every other thing he needed to know about the layout of Isacchar’s home and headquarters of his operations. Jordan was awed by what he got just from decoding the shorthand on his cousin’s jotter and he understood that he had truly undermined his cousin’s prowess. Though he doubted that she could have gotten that much information while she was in Rova; he was more than grateful to have that with him.He tucked the jotter away again and looked over at the man who was currently struggling to get rid of the duct tape on his hands and mouth. He kept shaking his head wildly and making gestures to be set free.Jordan rolled his eyes and leaned over to rip the duct tape from his mouth. “You will not get away from this!” Lance Dickson shouted as soon as his mouth was free. “You will be arrested! You will be punished for kidnapping an officer of the law. I
Limping badly and scarred-faced, Maria went through the door of the storehouse that one of the men standing outside it held open for her. “Thank you,” she said before she passed through. Valencia thought that her dehydration was finally making her lose it when she heard the voice. Maria couldn’t possibly be there. She looked up and was amazed when she saw that it was really Maria. “Maria?” She licked her parched lips and raised her head higher. “Maria, is that you?” Maria gingerly placed the tray in her hands on the table and quickly went over to pull back the curtains from the shrouded, barred window, then she limped back to Valencia’s side. “It is me, miss. It is me” she said with tears in her eyes. Valencia’s eyes widened and her excitement dimmed when she saw the huge, ugly scar that covered most of her right cheek “Your…face. What happened to your face, Maria?” she asked instantly, hoping that it was not what she thought. Yet she knew. Maria turned her face away from Valenci