Jones
Dreading my whole existence, a million thoughts swam into my head, scenarios of how I would die tonight played incessantly.
BOOM!!
The door blew open, several figures busting in through the opening, holding out guns. A buzzing sound was heard, the lights turned on, putting everyone into clear view.
The dog man stood up, grabbed his wooden block and ran at the group of police
"Do not interrupt my hunt!" He shrieked.
But he didn't last long. The police - they shot him.
The dog man stiffened, falling forward with a thud.
After that, I seemed to have enough. I fainted.
****
Gen
After checking the contents of the victims bag and finding her ID, I went to her school. She turned out to be 23 year old Samantha Givens. A quiet, B average student who always went home and never attended parties. She had a 12 year old sister to watch since her parents died on duty.
How Ironic.
Sitting in the office at the Sunston PD, in his small little cube desk - he was waiting for results. Earlier, the M.E had swabbed this red dried liquid off of the victims hairline. Women now a days use holding gel and pomades to hold them down, and the blood from the perpetrator spilled onto it. It was a long shot but.. we'll see.
The office had green walls. Something about green makes people happy?
The desks were all in two vertical lines, six facing each other in each line. A total of twelve desks.
So where the fuck are my teammates?
Looking to the left, I see the wilted flower in the same recycled yellow pot each leader was gifted when a new one came.
I haven't seen the leader at all.
'Tsk'
I got up, moved to the window and cracked it. I lit up a cigarette I palmed from the rookies desk, blowing what seemed to be my life's woes out in smoke.
'Sigh..'
Suddenly, with the sound of footsteps hitting the freshly waxed floor, the echoing squeaks approaching closer as Rookie ran in, gasping for air.
Rookie has light brown hair, with hazel eyes. He stands at 5'11, and seems to always have a dumb look on his face. He makes you want to pet him like a dog.
I hurriedly put the cigarette out, snuffing the butt flame with my thumb and tossing it out the window.
Rubbing Rookies head, I spoke.
"Stop running, Rookie. What's rule number one?"
"Don't be an idiot" he saluted.
"And what's the second rule?" I pressed
"If you act like an idiot, you will be treated as an idiot"
If only he would speak this well during presentations.
Moving on.
"We got a match for the logo on the receipt the victim had. It seems she purchased a water from the nearby market of a hotel. It's the Sunston Inn.
And get this!. Rookie explained, his hazel eyes widening in speculation
"When we called, the owner expressed that only the third shift auditor, Jones would know. But Jones hasn't showed up. I sent a car out to his job to see if he returned, but nothing yet. The manager did mention that this isn't Jones character. But he's gone completely off grid." Rookie gasped, after saying so much in breath.
"Do you have his file?" I asked, wanting to hurry on with this case.
Something doesn't feel right.
Rookie handed me a slim file.
Only a few papers in it.
First, the dossier-
Name: Maxim Jones
Age: 19
DOB: 3/20/2006
Race: Two or more races
Height: 5'7
School: Sunston Public Highschool
Graduated: 2009
Workplace: Sunston Inn
Mother: Aurora Kim. Korean moved to America and married her husband. Passed the naturalization test with every answer, and finished college. She is a kindergarten teacher
Father: Curt Amon-Jones. Caucasian male. He works for the Sunstons' terror division as a profiler. He used to be a coroner while he studied, after graduating successfully he moved up to intern at the terror division, eventually earning his permanent spot.
Sibilings: one brother named Joon Jones. 28 years old, still lives at home. He is a lieutenant in the cyber crimes division.
*see attached photo*
Looking at the pictures behind the dossier, it's clear to see both boys inherited the mothers genes.
Glancing on the first photo, the missing Jones. He had brown hair, with dark green eyes. He got that from his father. His jawline was gentle, and his frame slim. He was 5'7. He had freckles on his face, light pink in color and almost resembling the Orion stars.
His boss described him as typically calm, a bit cheeky but cute most of the time. He's lazy and is always smiling.
But why do his eyes look sad in this photo to me?
CLANG!
Again, with the door. I sighed internally, looking up to meet the second problem child of our division.
Rowen Stem. The obnoxious puppy. If Rookie is a German Shephard, Rowen is a loud chihuahua.
Looking at the brown skinned man with dark brown eyes and a low cut, I couldn't help but smile. He's cute isn't he? A soft burnt marshmellow.
'AHEM.' I coughed.
Rowen announced,
"We've gone through the system and found a match for the blood on the victims eyebrow. It belongs to Ramon Gutierrez, a three time felon who is no stranger to violent crimes. He seems to have no address, but there is a warehouse in his deceased fathers name. Team leader told me to bring you. It's time to get him!" Rowen exclaimed.
Rubbing his head again, I grabbed my jacket.
And we left.
****
Team Leader Lee.
He's Korean American, he has tan skin that kind of looks like raisins. He's old and crusty - but he's trustworthy. He's one of those surly types who always appear angry and yell, but go to bat for you behind closed doors to make sure you stay safe. If you are on his team, you are his comrade.
But if you're his enemy - I shuddered.
One time he made his auntie and grandma go play this game called Mahjong in front of his co workers house when he called him useless. They played every night until 4 am for six weeks. In the end, the guy had to be admitted to the hospital and put in the grippy sock unit for planning the old ladies murder and writing it on yeggit. Obviously somebody doxed him and it was over after that..
Once again feeling chills, I approached my superior with a smile.
Saluting, I voiced out -
"Captain Lee! Team Leader Lee, Captain Number UNO, the male lead of the show~~"
Wrapping my arm around his shoulder,
"I missed youuuuuu"
Jolting from pain, my cheek felt hot.
It was pinched. Great.
"Have respect for yourself. Disgusting. Tsk" Lee murmured with a smirk.
Yeah, you seem upset.
After a second, the Captain then called out -
"Okay let's do this. Team C head to the rear, Team B head to the side. I need Team A with me, we are entering at front. The rest stay at position and monitor surroundings. Don't let anything get past you! Pay attention, or you won't get paid.
Lets go!"
****
BOOM!!
Police!! put your hands where I can see them!