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tick....tock...tick...tock... The grandfather clock that hung on the wall lazily ticked away the seconds. tick...tock...clang. The hour struck 7:00 in the morning. The thud of a newspaper on the dirt floor outside made a welcome relief to the hypnotizing ticks of the clock.
A woman with greying hair and eyes sunk deep in worry took up the paper. She was dressed in the dark blue police uniform. As her eyes fell on one of the headlines, she gravely shook her head and entered the house.
She made herself a coffee and sat down to read. Halfway through the paper, she crushed and threw it across the room. “Enough,” She pompously bellowed at it, pointing her finger menacingly “You will not get away with this. Criminals” She spat towards the paper. “As long as I. Marcy, Chief of the Octavius police force is around, the police will hound you down. And destroy you!”
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Frustration continued gathering in Marcy as she entered Police HQ. For ten years, her hard work as Police Chief had not unraveled her. Despite the rise in violent crime and the lack of trust in her, she had continued on. Her top blew the moment she entered her office.
Her subordinates cupped their ears and ran for cover. She was only calmed down ten minutes later when her deputy hollered back. “Get me something to fix this” She snarled. With an almost meek expression, her deputy bowed and left the room. She slouched into her chair and waited for Cornele to bring back an answer.
Cornele was such a great person, Marcy wondered what she would do without her. Always one with a solution, Cornele had been the main problem fixer for the last three years. Her expertise at tracking had somewhat slowed the rise in crime.
Half an hour later, Cornele returned to inform Marcy that the state Chief was on the line.
“Sir”
“Your deputy has informed us of your situation. The board of Inspectors will come up with a solution, in three days an answer will be sent to you. In the meantime, I want you to report every day.” Marcy cursed silently under her breath. Bureaucratic delays, she fumed.
“As you wish sir. We’ll inform whenever we can” She slammed the phone down. “See what they have for us?” She glared at her. “With the amount of time they take, We’d be policing a ghost town before three weeks are over.”
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State HQ acted much faster than anticipated, but what they sent, in Marcy’s opinion, were total nuisances. The two agents standing in front of her stood at attention, their street clothes bringing s strange odor to her nose. Both were of medium height, had light-brown skin and black hair.
They had been disrupting and disturbing the clerks working in the office. Until Marcy came in and threatened to shoot them. Moving to attention, they gave her a small envelope. The contents had just been read, and she thought the two would be shot before they had been around twenty-four hours. She sighed and told them to contact her for help if and when they needed. They bowed and left.
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The two agents, one now spotting a mustache, with the other wearing curly red hair, entered a bar some miles away from their hotel and seated themselves near a darkened corner. It was night, and lighting was so poor they could not see what they were drinking. They were soon accosted by a man. From his shadow, he looked to be tall and somewhat lean. “Water is scarce,” he told them Finding no answer, he pulled up a chair and looked at the two of them with drunken eyes.
“Mee’s Maarrrk. dhat wherrss geebbererleash.” He held out his hand.
“Matthew,” The man-agent replied, he motioned to his counterpart, “Maria.” The man shook hands and motioned for three beers. “Supposed to beee asweep are youuu norrrt?” He smilingly slurred his words until he could barely be understood, then he slumped forward, asleep.
Matthew held up a sleep dart and smiled at Maria. “Sorry, getting rid of nuisances.” Maria smiled back. “Let’s go.” They hopped up and darted from the bar. A fifteen minutes walk took them to the small hostel where they had put up. It was past eight at night when they reached the door.
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Mark slowly took his head off the table. He smiled to himself. Definitely not Octaviuns, never would have tried sleep darts on me otherwise. He pushed back his chair and winked at Andorra, who was sitting at the opposite side of the room.
“Can’t tell, boss. Think they are new herh.” He said when he crossed the room.
“Yes,” Andorra sat in deep thought, “they are new, i need information. Everything that can be found out about them, do so. We have more work to do tomorrow night. Canderian’s pockets are getting a little full. He thinks he’s so safe with all his machines. We’ll teach him a lesson.” Mark nodded and went to another table.
Bringing his voice to a whisper, he said, “Gondra, fhind dose two. Fhind everything you nid to noew.” He knew he would get all the information he wanted.
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“Housebreaking, Maria? I don’t think this is a good idea. It’s been done too many times.” Matthew whispered across the fence to Maria.
“Of course it’s been done too many times, but why is it still successful? ” She angrily worked away at the gate that was barring their advance.
She had decided the best way to get inducted into Mark’s gang was to become notorious themselves. Matthew had to agree. The house they chose had been carefully selected. Not only was the occupants well known, the amount of money thought to be stored inside was incredible.
Maria finally got the gate to open. Crawling through the opening in the wall, they found themselves in a garden unlike any other. It was made of metal. The trees would sprout electricity from their finger-like branches whenever a security breach was reported. It was lucky for the two that they had not broken the seal of the gate.
They crawled along the wall and began to pick the back door’s lock. The lock gave way surprisingly fast, and the two ducked in with guns raised. They stopped in shock. The kitchen was strewn with all sorts of burnt out machinery. In the center of it two men stood facing them with guns raised, they shut the door behind them.
Both sides stared down each other for about five minutes. Frowning in delight, Matthew holstered his pistol and took a step towards the two men.
“Mark, am I correct?” He held out his hand.
“Heha, Id’s me no surer.” Mark grasped the offered hand.
“Ah, you know each other then,” Mark’s companion shook hands with Matthew, “we should be doing things together.”
BANG. The door behind them was hit, heavily. Like the sound of gunshots, something pounded the door. Mark raised his eyebrows in alarm. The four dashed through the house and out the front door.
They ran for about five hundred yards. Crouching and looking back, Matthew asked them why they had run. Their reply was so soft Matthew had to repeat.
“Why did you run? What was that you were afraid of? Another gang?”
Andorra looked Matthew in the eye and whispered, “That’s not another gang, that’s the people who do most of the crime round here. Compared to them, we’re the good guys.”
“What are they?”
“I don’t really know, they live underground, they’re Ghosts in the night.”
Continued in chapter 3
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