Undead

Chapter 3: Tragic Unraveling

The convoy of police vehicles zoomed out of the Building, a sense of urgency permeated the atmosphere. Other vehicles on the road quickly made way for the speeding vans, headlights casting fleeting streaks of light as they yielded to the authority of law enforcement. Onlookers watched in awe, realizing that something significant was unfolding in their city. Inside one of the vans, Jake sat opposite Rebecca, with her M4 assault rifle in hand, sparked Jake's curiosity. "Interesting choice of weapon," he remarked, nodding towards the rifle.

With a confident smile, Rebecca replied, "Yes, it's my favorite. It always gets the job done."

Amused, Jake teased, "I bet you haven't used it on anyone before."

Playfully, Rebecca confessed, "Just once. I'll have to say you're right; I did miss."

"But the M4 works best for me due to its accuracy and reliability, providing consistent performance in various conditions. Its easy customizability allows me to adapt it to different missions," she elaborated, highlighting the weapon's versatile attributes.

Curious about Jake's weapon choice, Rebecca inquired, "How about you? You seem to know your guns well."

Jake's eyes gleamed with nostalgia as he spoke about his attachment to the MP4 SMG. "From my days of playing Call of Duty in my childhood, I developed a special affinity for the MP4 SMG. That early admiration carried into my career as a law enforcement officer, where I had the chance to train with various firearms. However, when I came across the MP4, it felt like reconnecting with an old friend."

He described the MP4's lightweight design, a feature that appealed to his need for maneuverability, especially in close-quarters situations. "It's like an extension of myself," he added with a hint of fondness.

"The MP4 stands out for me due to its higher rate of fire," Jake continued, his passion for the weapon evident. "It can be beneficial in certain scenarios, such as providing suppressive fire or engaging multiple targets quickly and effectively."

Noticing Rebecca's interest, he shared more insights, "Also, the MP4 SMG typically has less recoil than the M4 rifle due to its design and lighter caliber, making it easier to control during intense firefights."

"Interesting.. '' Rebecca nodded impressed by Jake's knowledge "Let's hope we don't get to use them today, it should be a smooth arrest"

The vans moved with precision, like a well-coordinated unit, leaving behind a trail of flashing lights and echoing sirens. The officers' unity and dedication were evident in their seamless movements. The city seemed to come alive with each turn of the wheels, as the police vans acted as protectors of the innocent, relentlessly pursuing justice for the victims. With the glow of streetlights and neon signs, the atmosphere was tinged with hues of orange and blue. The tension was palpable, but the team stood united in their mission. They were resolute in their commitment to bring justice to those affected by the heinous crime. Detective Martinez's heart raced with anticipation, knowing they were on the verge of a breakthrough. The pursuit of the truth was relentless, as the team prepared to uncover the dark secrets that had remained elusive.

As the police vans screeched to a halt in front of the tea shop, Detective Martinez swiftly coordinated her team. "Signal a team to take the back door, while another group uses the front door with me," she ordered, strategizing their approach to capture their suspect, Mr. Chen Tao.

However, before she could finish her instructions, Officer Stone, fueled by adrenaline, stormed ahead and kicked down the door with a thunderous bang and bellowed like a lion, "Everyone! Hands in the air!!"

Inside the tea shop, innocent customers enjoying their evening tea were startled by the sudden intrusion. Officer Stone's authoritative roar demanded everyone's hands in the air, his presence radiating like a lion asserting dominance. Other officers followed suit, replicating his fierce aura, instructing the customers to comply with their demands as they echoed his command. "Hands in the air! Don't you fucking move!"

Jake, displeased with the aggressive approach, approached Detective Martinez. "I don't think this is right, Madam. These are not criminals but customers. We should find Mr. Chen and make a smooth arrest," he reasoned, trying to prevent any unnecessary panic or violence.

However, Detective Martinez's focus remained unwavering. "Find the target!" she roared, disregarding Jake's concerns and urging everyone to locate Mr. Chen.

Amidst the chaos, Mr. Chen emerged from his office, looking bewildered and harmless. He was an elderly man, seemingly in his 70s, who couldn't comprehend why the police had descended upon his tea shop with such force.

"Your hands behind your back, now!" Officer Stone commanded, moving aggressively towards Mr. Chen and slamming him against the wall.

Fueled by his sense of justice and concern for Mr. Chen's well-being, Jake couldn't stay silent. "Get your hands off him, that's police brutality! He is not resisting arrest!" he shouted, intervening to protect the tea shop owner.

Stone lashed back, "What now? The murderer is your grandpa? And who the hell brought this rookie to this mission?" 

In a fit of anger, he threw a punch, breaking Jake's nose, further escalating the situation.The pain was searing, but Jake was ready to fight back against the unjust treatment of Mr. Chen. His fellow officers quickly intervened, separating the two, preventing the situation from escalating further. Meanwhile, customers witnessing the chaotic scene began to run in fear, adding to the mounting tension. Stone, in his pursuit of Mr. Chen, grabbed the old man and slammed him onto a table, handcuffing him from behind. The forceful slam caused Mr. Chen to bleed from his nose, further deepening Jake's sense of outrage.

Amidst the chaos, Detective Martinez's determination to apprehend their target overshadowed Jake's plea for a more measured approach. The clash between different policing styles left the scene fraught with tension and unanswered questions.

★★★★★

As the team escorted Mr. Chen in handcuffs back to the van, Jake couldn't help but wince in pain from his broken nose. Rebecca, always the supporting member, rushed to his side to assist. Meanwhile, the chaotic scene drew the attention of passersby and customers who had seen the drama unfold at the tea shop. Some onlookers cursed at the police, capturing the commotion on their mobile phones. Once inside the van, Rebecca tended to Jake's wound, gently dabbing his bloodied nose with a kerchief. Despite the pain, Jake found himself captivated by the sight of Rebecca caring for him. In that moment, she seemed like the woman of his dreams, a knight in shining armor tending to her wounded hero after a triumphant battle. Each touch from her sent shivers down his spine, momentarily overshadowing the pain.

"Lay still," Rebecca urged, guiding him to sit with his head tilted back for better access. She whispered softly in his ear, "That was a brave move back then, and just so you know, I was on your side."

The feeling of her warm breath against his ear heightened the intimacy of the moment, leaving Jake momentarily lost in a whirlwind of emotions. He wanted to say something, to express his gratitude and admiration, but words escaped him.

Just as Jake was reveling in the moment, the van suddenly came to an abrupt stop. Officers rushed out, creating chaos as they surrounded the van in front, which held Mr. Chen. Confused and concerned, Jake pushed through the officers to reach Detective Martinez, who was at the forefront of the commotion.

"What's the problem?" he asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Mr. Chen is dead," Detective Martinez replied, her voice shaking with shock.

The news hit Jake like a bolt of lightning, sending shockwaves through his body. The reality of the situation crashed down upon him, leaving him speechless and bewildered. His mind raced with questions, but he could barely find the words to articulate them.

"How? When? What?... How did he die?" Jake managed to ask, his voice trembling with shock and disbelief.

"We don't have all the details yet," a random officer responded, his tone serious. "He was seated in cuffs, and suddenly we noticed he stopped breathing. He passed away with his eyes open."

Jake's emotions surged, and he rushed towards Officer Stone, unleashing a punch that connected with his face. "This is all your fault!" he roared, his voice filled with anger and frustration. "Do you even realize what you've done?" He followed up with another punch, his agitation escalating.

"There were witnesses who saw how we treated him at the shop," Jake continued, his voice quivering with intensity. "Rumors will spread like wildfire that he probably died from police brutality in our hands!" He struggled against the grip of other officers, attempting to break free and confront Stone again.

Jake's outburst sent shockwaves, and the tense atmosphere became even more charged. His words were fueled by a mix of grief, guilt, and a fervent desire for justice. However, his actions were quickly halted as fellow officers stepped in to restrain him, preventing any further escalation of the situation.

Detective Martinez swiftly intervened, her commanding presence diffusing the escalating tension. "Everyone, regain your composure and return to the vans," she ordered firmly, her voice cutting through the charged atmosphere. Turning her attention to Jake, she admonished him with a stern gaze, "Losing your temper like that is unacceptable, Officer Adams." Taking charge of the situation, she decisively collected both Jake's and Stone's guns, ensuring no further rash actions would be taken. 

The ride back to the station was marked by a somber and tense silence. The weight of Mr. Chen's sudden death hung heavy on everyone's minds, leaving them pondering the implications it would have on the case. The sense of uncertainty and unease permeated the air, contrasting with the earlier urgency and determination they had displayed. As the police vans returned to the station, Detective Martinez called Jake aside for a private conversation. Her demeanor was now composed and professional, a stark contrast to the heated events of moments ago. She calmly informed him that the case had taken an unexpected turn with Mr. Chen's death, and their only lead to the murder of Vincent Blackwood was now gone. Despite this setback, she made it clear that his suspension was necessary due to his misconduct during the operation. Jake was left reeling, feeling a mix of emotions as he tried to process the sudden turn of events. Detective Martinez appeared to have changed from the woman he had confided in last night, and her decision to wrap up the case left him with unanswered questions. His mind was in turmoil as he hailed a cab to return home, uncertain of when he would be called back to work. The station's corridors seemed empty as he walked through them, each step a reminder of the suspension that now separated him from his duty. Jake couldn't help but reflect on the chain of events that had unfolded. The loss of Mr. Chen and the unresolved case left him with a gnawing sense of injustice, as if a crucial puzzle piece had been cruelly snatched away, leaving him and his team in the dark.

As he closed the door to his apartment, the weight of the day's events bore down on him. He was left with lingering doubts about the truth and an inner turmoil that wouldn't easily subside. Jake knew that the road ahead would be challenging, and he would have to grapple with the consequences of his actions and decisions. In the midst of uncertainty, one thing remained clear – the pursuit of justice was far from over. Jake couldn't shake the feeling that there were still untold secrets and hidden truths waiting to be unraveled.