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Aleena
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It all happened within an instant... one moment he was there and the next... there was nothing but blood around me, I couldn't scream, I couldn't cry. All I could do was just stare at his dead body from underneath the bed as his blood slowly formed a bigger pool underneath his head, his dead, hollow eyes just stared at me and I could see that a single tear ran down his cheek before the last breath left his lungs at the sound of a deep sigh. I can never forgive myself for what happened and I can never forget... we are at the edge of war with the Lekagura Mafia and they have to be stopped before they go too far...
Kayla gasped audibly as she sat up in her bed and looked around with a frantic expression and she felt her heart beating through her chest. The sweat dripped down her forehead and her whole body shook so violently she could've been mistaken for a hypothermia victim. She swallowed once and ran her fingers through her hair to brush it back from her face while she tried to calm herself.
"Five years and I still have the same fucking nightmare -every- single night..." She sighed lowly as she hauled herself out of bed and walked towards the kitchen. It was still midnight outside and she could hear the police cars in the distance, racing down the streets while trying to chase gang members and hooligans alike to put them to justice.
She looked around a bit before she put on the kettle to boil herself some tea and she looked down at her cellphone, she had a few missed calls but none that were all too important so she placed it down on the counter and moved away the kettle from the stove once the water was boiling. She poured some of the hot water into a cup before she dropped down a tea bag and two teaspoons of sugar as she remained thoughtful.
She glanced over her shoulder once she saw an email icon flashing on her laptop and she hurried over to it while typing quickly.
-Kayla, we have recieved information about the location of a few Lekagura members.
-Where?
-An abandoned warehouse just down the corner of your apartment block.
-Anything special going on between them?
-Seems to be a drug or a weapon trade, be careful....
-I'm always careful.
-Don't do what Mark did.
-Don't talk about Mark, he died five years ago, it's time to move on.
Kayla quickly ran into her bedroom and got dressed in a black tanktop, some trousers, a black hoodie and a black leather jacket ontop of it to keep the cold out. She made sure to strap her gun to the back of her belt so it was hidden underneath her tanktop and then placed her police badge inside her jacket on the right side of her chest. She then hurried out of the apartment while she picked up her cellphone and then ran down the street.
She didn't enter the warehouse, however. She decided to step into a café that was just nearby and then sat down in a booth while looking like a normal civilian and she glanced down at the newspaper on the table before she flipped it open and began to read after having ordered a cup of herbal tea.
Kayla gasped audibly as she sat up in her bed and looked around with a frantic expression and she felt her heart beating through her chest. The sweat dripped down her forehead and her whole body shook so violently she could've been mistaken for a hypothermia victim. She swallowed once and ran her fingers through her hair to brush it back from her face while she tried to calm herself.
"Five years and I still have the same fucking nightmare -every- single night..." She sighed lowly as she hauled herself out of bed and walked towards the kitchen. It was still midnight outside and she could hear the police cars in the distance, racing down the streets while trying to chase gang members and hooligans alike to put them to justice.
She looked around a bit before she put on the kettle to boil herself some tea and she looked down at her cellphone, she had a few missed calls but none that were all too important so she placed it down on the counter and moved away the kettle from the stove once the water was boiling. She poured some of the hot water into a cup before she dropped down a tea bag and two teaspoons of sugar as she remained thoughtful.
She glanced over her shoulder once she saw an email icon flashing on her laptop and she hurried over to it while typing quickly.
-Kayla, we have recieved information about the location of a few Lekagura members.
-Where?
-An abandoned warehouse just down the corner of your apartment block.
-Anything special going on between them?
-Seems to be a drug or a weapon trade, be careful....
-I'm always careful.
-Don't do what Mark did.
-Don't talk about Mark, he died five years ago, it's time to move on.
Kayla quickly ran into her bedroom and got dressed in a black tanktop, some trousers, a black hoodie and a black leather jacket ontop of it to keep the cold out. She made sure to strap her gun to the back of her belt so it was hidden underneath her tanktop and then placed her police badge inside her jacket on the right side of her chest. She then hurried out of the apartment while she picked up her cellphone and then ran down the street.
She didn't enter the warehouse, however. She decided to step into a café that was just nearby and then sat down in a booth while looking like a normal civilian and she glanced down at the newspaper on the table before she flipped it open and began to read after having ordered a cup of herbal tea.
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