Kemar dismounts from his bike, swiftly removing his helmet, and Calliou follows suit. Kemar opens the door, gesturing for Ezekiel to step out, while Calliou begins a search for the key to the handcuffs on the fallen police officers. Locating it, he tosses it skillfully to Kemar, who catches it with practiced ease and proceeds to unlock the cuffs.
"Thanks for the help, bros. It means a lot," Ezekiel expresses his gratitude.
"No problem. We're brothers, after all," Calliou responds with a reassuring nod.
"Look, I didn't kill Father," Ezekiel states, his voice carrying a hint of urgency.
"We know, bro, but we need you to lay low, not with us. Ezekiel Jones is no longer a part of CODE from today. If other organizations catch wind that you're associated with CODE, many deals will be jeopardized," Kemar explains, a gravity in his tone.
"Yeah, I know," Ezekiel acknowledges with a heavy sigh, understanding the implications.
"The organization would crumble," Kemar adds, emphasizing the stakes.
"That's why the next leader should be you, Kemar. I was supposed to be the one in line, but look what happened," Ezekiel reflects on the sudden turn of events.
"I know. I'll take care of it for you until we clear your name," Kemar reassures, a sense of responsibility in his words.
"There's a safe house not far from here. Nobody knows it's ours. Go there, stay low, and I'll find a way to check up on you," Calliou advises, offering a solution.
Ezekiel takes Kemar's bike, donning the helmet. "What about them?" he gestures toward the deceased police officers.
"Don't worry about that," Kemar dismisses the concern, his gaze unwavering. The trio shares a silent understanding.
Ezekiel rode off to the south, leaving Kemar and Calliou behind. Calliou efficiently handled the grim task of removing the lifeless bodies, placing them on the ground. Meanwhile, Kemar, with a solemn determination, knelt beside the corpses, laying his hands upon them. A mystic energy enveloped his touch, and the bodies began to smolder, consumed by ethereal flames.
As the fire danced around the remains, an unexpected sound cut through the eerie silence – the radio in the abandoned car crackled to life. "Officer Robinson and Officer Jack, are you hearing me?" The voice on the other end echoed.
Calliou seized the radio and replied, adopting a convincing tone, "Yes, this is Officer Robinson."
"Where are you?" came the inquiry.
"Don't worry; we are on our way," Calliou assured, his voice steady. He placed the radio back, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You were always talented when it comes to impersonating people," Kemar remarked, acknowledging Calliou's skill.
"Thank you. It's a good thing this road runs one way, and we blocked the entrance," Calliou explained, his strategic mind evident.
"Not only that, it's a good thing that the other officers took a different route. They sent the car Ezekiel was in by itself, so no one would know he was in it while the other cars go the same way and make people think he was with them instead.," Kemar added, appreciating the meticulous planning.
"Their pretty smart for police." said Calliou.
As the lifeless bodies completed their transformation into ash and embers, Kemar turned his attention to the remaining evidence – the car. Placing his hands upon it, a controlled blaze ignited, concealing any trace of their involvement. With the final act of cleansing done, they mounted the bike together, Kemar leading with Calliou at the rear.
"Darn it, Bob, you gave away your bike and now want to control mine," Calliou teased, his voice filled with camaraderie.
"Shut up," Kemar retorted with a chuckle as he revved the engine, and together they sped away. As they distanced themselves, the car succumbed to the flames, erupting in a fiery spectacle that further concealed their tracks. The night absorbed the echoes of the explosion, leaving behind a trail of mystery and intrigue in their wake.