Mainlan, 30th precinct
It was dusk. Rey was sitting by his desk and was writing something down on his paper. He was solely focused on what he was writing. He had his hand under his chin and his elbow on the table as he wrote. One could easily see that he was not enjoying writing what he was writing. He took a break and sighed. It was very boring to keep doing this, but he had no choice, as it was part of the job. He looked around and saw that it was a very serious work environment. People were walking around with paperwork in their hands. There were many phone calls as well, and many of Shell City’s finest were busy that day.
Duncan was across the desk from Rey. He was also writing something down and was almost done. One could easily spot that due to the more enthusiastic expression he had. He was writing considerably quickly as well. Once he was done, he put the pen down and stood up. He then went to the captain’s office.
Lane sat on the desk, next to Rey. Rey finished writing and put his pen down. He then looked at her and saw that she was happy to be there. He sat back on his chair and exhaled. He looked at her and waited for her to speak. She sensed that, and saw that there was no point in keeping herself from saying it.
“You done with that report?” she asked. She asked that with clear intentions of having some sort of conversation. He sensed that. There was time for it, as he had a look at his watch before replying to her question.
“I think so. I didn’t really do much this time,” he replied. She smiled after he said that and bowed her head for a moment, trying to hide her smile. She looked at him once more.
“Modest as ever, I see. It’s a good thing,” she said.
“I don’t think an arrest that involved eight cops should highlight only one,” Rey said. He said it with professional courtesy with a hint of arrogance that one has when they are trying to get away with something that is meant to be a secret or a technicality.
“You really think so? I mean, you did most of the work,” she said.
“No. We all did. The captain is gonna freak about it if he gets the idea that I did anything more than what I wrote,” Rey explained. Lane understood what he meant by that. She nodded once and looked around before saying what she really had to say to that.
“It’s not just the captain you’re worried about is it?” she asked. He gave her an odd look before wanting to go on with this conversation. What was she getting at? Why was she trying to get information out of him like this? Was it really just part of the conversation or was she trying to get somewhere.
“Whatever else you’re going to bring up, Lane, it’s not what you think,” he said.
“I’m guessing your source of information is out of the question here, isn’t it?” she asked. He looked at her and tilted his head. She smiled at him once more. He smiled at her as well, and they looked at each other for a while, in silence.
“Hey, Riker,” Sergeant David Frost said, going there. He was an extremely muscular man, very intimidating with his strong presence. He was almost the same age as Rey, and looked to be very battle-hardened. His hair was dark brown, but one could see that it was beginning to lose its color and beginning to lighten up. It was low-cut hair as well. He was in uniform and was walking hastily towards Rey’s desk. The others in the precinct could not help but look at him as he went to Rey.
“Oh, here we go,” Rey said in a low tone. Lane’s smile faded away when she heard the voice. She knew to whom it belonged. David went to them, with his physically imposing movements and stance. Lane could feel that he was invading a lot of space, even though he kept a reasonable distance from her.
“What makes you think you can contact my snitch for your cases?” David asked. He was fuming. It was as if he were a raging monster that was let out of the cage and would do serious damage if left untamed in the wild.
“I was doing police work, Frost. Snitches make it easier for these things to go smoothly,” Rey said. He was calm and almost laid back. That was not the attitudinal response that David was going to tolerate at all.
“It’s Sergeant Frost, Officer Riker. I outrank you, and you will address me with respect,” David demanded. Lane could feel the awkward tension that there was here. Everyone in the precinct could notice the awkward tension there and started to pay more attention to what was going on.
“My apologies, Sergeant Frost. I was only doing my job,” Rey said. He was trying to hold in his hostile tone. This was not one of those times where he could punch or shoot his way out of trouble to save himself and everyone would look at him as a hero.
“Your job, Officer Riker, is to patrol the streets, and let us Sergeants handle the bigger jobs like the one you just undertook,” David said. Lane rolled her eyes and wanted to reply to that. Rey saw that and managed to calm her down with a certain look he gave her.
“I thought as policemen, we could do whatever it takes to protect and serve,” Rey said, “that is our job description, isn’t it?” He said so with a hint of arrogance that David was taking as disrespect. He took a deep breath in then out and tried to relax himself a bit. He was more than clearly losing his patience.
“You ‘thought’? You ‘thought’? Riker, that was my snitch. I was working with him, and we were gonna handle that cast on our own. We didn’t need the ‘hero cop’ around. We didn’t need your assistance,” David said.
“I don’t get what you’re so mad about. We caught the bad guys. Wasn’t that the whole point of all of this?” Rey asked. He was actually more confused than angry about this. Was he not helpful in handling the case? Was the whole point not to catch them?
“You’re so ignorant, Riker. You don’t see beyond yourself. Always wanting to do the right thing. I guess since you have a really nice track record and all, you think you can just go do whatever you want. We have badges too, Riker,” David said.
“And I used mine to do a job you were taking too long to. You know how far those drugs were gonna go if we didn’t get them today?” Rey asked, finally losing his temper. He even stood up as he said that, and his tone was a bit higher than usual. That was when everyone looked at them.
“Always a comeback with you, huh, Riker? Maybe you want to go out back and we can discuss this in a much more private area,” David said. Rey wanted to accept that, but then looked at Lane, who was right behind David. He realized that this was not worth it. He looked around and saw that the people were watching them.
“That would be nice, Sergeant, but I don’t need to discuss anything outside. We can discuss it right here, in front of everyone,” Rey said. He said that with such defiance that it really challenged David to refuse. He looked at everyone around and shook his head.
“Oh, you’re good, Riker. You’re very political. Just remember that in here, you may play the leader, but out there, you’re the same as everyone else. Anything can happen,” David said. He said that in a low tone that was directed at Rey in a very specific way. Rey understood it all too well.
“I hope that’s not a threat, Sergeant,” Rey said. David smiled when he heard that. It was a very sinister smile. Lane looked at him and was beginning to feel scared for Rey. She saw that he was unusually confident for a man of his size talking to a man of David’s size.
“What’s going on here?” Duncan asked, going there. He got to his table and put some papers on it before looking at David.
“Nothing, Detective Mack. Nothing. I was just having a nice conversation with your partner. How did the captain take the drug bust?” David asked.
“Wasn’t particularly thrilled about it, but he was happy we managed to get it done. He said that he wanted to wait a little longer before going after them the way we did, but that we made the right call,” Duncan said.
“Good job, detective. You should be promoted for your efforts. I’ll have a talk with the captain, see if that’s possible in the near future,” David said. He said it with sarcasm that could only be sensed if one were to look for it. He then took a step towards Riker and went to his ear. “You better watch yourself, Riker, or I’m gonna have your head,” he whispered. He then took a step back and smiled at Rey before walking away, towards the captain’s office.
Five policemen walked towards them. They were standing the closest to Rey and David when they were having their slight altercation and bitter exchange of words. Rey looked at them.
“He didn’t say anything stupid, did he?” Duncan asked. Rey brushed it all off as he calmed down. He sat on his chair once more. The five policemen went to him. The first was Thomas Berg. He was a Caucasian man who had muscular build, but not the type that body builders have. He was an average muscular man with very dark brown hair and a thick mustache. He looked to be in his mid to late thirties.
The second was Brett Whelan, who was slightly slimmer than Thomas but still muscular. He was an African American man with short hair. He looked to be the youngest one there. He was approximately thirty years old at the time. He had no facial hair whatsoever.
The third one was Michelle Pollini. She was a Caucasian woman who was very tall, slim, but had very strong build. She stood with a lot of authority and confidence, and she was just as attractive as she was fierce by the looks of it. Her hair was long, black and curly. It reached her upper back, and she had blue eyes.
The fourth was Sherry Keiser. She was a mixed race woman of Caucasian and African American heritage. Her hair was also long and curly. She was the bulkiest of the three women there. She was very strong, and seemed to be in her early thirties.
The fifth was Philip Corrado. He was a Caucasian who was very tall and slim. He had long, blonde hair and black eyes. He was among the young ones as well. He was approximately the same age as Brett. He was the most unsure-looking one there.
“Don’t worry about him, Riker. If he tries anything stupid, you know we have your back,” Brett said.
“Douchebags like him don’t deserve their positions. They use them to bully everyone else into submission. And they never do their jobs anyway,” Sherry said.
“Who the hell told him about that anyway?” Lane asked.
“The snitch. He is a snitch after all,” Philip said.
“Look. Regardless of what he says, we all did it. If he picks a fight with you, he picks a fight with us,” Michelle said. The others agreed with her and almost all nodded their heads. She had an Italian accent as she spoke English.
“Look, there’s no need for any of this attention, okay? You guys don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be fine,” Rey said.
“Yeah, well, we’re just looking out for you, partner,” Duncan said. He said that with an assuring tone that warmed everyone around him. By this time, everyone else in the precinct got back to what they were doing before David got there.
“Yeah. You are part of the team,” Philip said. He sat on the table, in between Lane and Rey. He gave Rey a friendly look and even smiled at him. Rey gave him a fake smile that he really tried hard with then looked at the others around him.
“I’m not part of any team. I just do my work with people who have the same goals as I do,” he said.
“You gotta love his modesty. Rey. That’s what a team is: a group of people who work together to achieve the same goal. What else is there to it?” Thomas asked.
“Oh, just leave him. He’s always been a stubborn-ass. He’s never gonna want to rub it in,” Sherry said. The others laughed with her, including Duncan, who then looked at Rey to see if he did laugh. Rey only let out a forced scoff.
“You should try laughing too, partner. It helps get the tension away from the moment,” Duncan said. Rey scoffed once more then looked at Duncan. He then turned to make sure he would look at everyone else around him.
“There’s no tension anywhere,” he said. Most of them sighed silently. They bowed their heads and remained silent for a bit. The silent was not so uncomfortable, only because it did not last very long. Somebody there always had something to say.
“So, you wanna grab a beer with us?” Sherry asked, breaking the silence. She was always the one to keep the flow of conversations going. Even if she had to say the most random thing she could think of, she would, as long as it meant that there was no silence.
“A beer? What are you on a-,”
“Riker, captain wants to see you,” Statham called out, interrupting Rey. He seemed to be coming from the captain’s office himself. He went to his desk after saying that, and sat on his chair. It was peculiar because all his things were already packed, meaning that he was ready to go. Everyone looked at Rey, who was once again the focus of all the attention. He sighed then stood up and picked up the papers that he was writing on.
“I wonder what it is this time,” Duncan said. Lane sighed when she saw Rey standing. She was beginning to worry about him. It was not a good sign, given the moment he just had with David, especially because David went to the office himself.
“Must’ve been David. That bastard,” Philip said. Rey paid no mind to what had just been said. He knew that if he engaged with any negative thoughts, he would certainly end up causing a scene which would get him fired on the spot. It was better to just go in there with a clear head.
He opened the door to the captain’s office and saw David standing before the captain. Rey sighed then walked towards the desk the captain sat by. By the looks of it, the story had already been told to eh captain, so there was no point in trying to look innocent.
“Riker. Yes. I was going to see you in a few minutes, but now I heard something that concerned me,” Russo said. Rey almost rolled his eyes, but knew that if he did, Russo would see it, which would lead to an unnecessary lecture about that.
“Yes, cap,” Rey said. He stopped before the desk, next to David. They looked at each other before Rey abandoned the unnecessary glare-off and looked at the captain, ready to listen to what he had to say to him.
“This case you just cracked. I hear you interfered with Sergeant Frost’s investigation into the matter,” Russo said. Rey knew it. Everyone knew it once they heard that he had been called to the office. It could only have been that.
“I did what I thought was right, captain. The drugs were to be spread today. We had to act fast,” Rey said. He was determined to defend himself against this accusation which seemed to be trying to make him look like the bad guy.
“Sergeant Frost neglected to give me that information,” Russo said. He looked at David, who began to have an unsure look in his face. He also thought of what he had to say about that. He had to think of a quick comeback to that statement which would make him still look like the victim.
“It’s a lie. The drugs weren’t going to be spread today. The Hoodsies were waiting for things to quiet down in Base District before they could do anything with the drugs,” David finally ended up saying. He sounded very defensive when he said that.
“That information is incorrect,” Rey asserted. He was calm and did not even look at David as he said it. He said that with a straight face and monotone voice which showed that he was very serious about the matter and knew what he was talking about.
“Told me something different. He told me the drugs were to be spread today. If we didn’t go after them today, it would’ve been too late,” Rey said, interrupting David. He was beginning to shift the blame towards David, the same man who got this all started.
Russo was beginning to feel a bit edgy with all of this happening. “Riker, I understand you like to take matters into your hands when the going gets tough, but didn’t you think that Sergeant Frost deserved a call before you could take over his case?” he asked.
“I didn’t think there was enough time for that,” Rey said. His monotone voice and stern facial expression diminished, as he had to make himself humbler while talking to the man who could have him fired from the job he seemed to be excelling in.
“You didn’t think that there was time for it? But you could mobilize seven other officers to bring them down?” Russo asked. He also began to find this a bit strange. It was not like Rey to be this arrogant. He knew that he could be irrational with his decisions at times, but this was beyond anything he had done before.
“I did what I thought was right,” Rey explained. He was not as loud and outspoken as before anymore, beginning to feel like he did make a mistake when making the call. He started to reconsider his position. Perhaps it would have been better to notify the sergeant before acting.
“See, captain? Self-righteous. He doesn’t care about what anyone else does but himself,” David said. He was still on the offensive. He wanted to make sure that Rey would be chastised for this. He could not let him get away with this atrocity.
“That is not true. If it were, I wouldn’t have joined the force,” Rey said, sounding justified in his actions for the first time in a few moments. He finally found the point to dwell on, and this made him more confident in the position he stood in.
David would not let it end there. He had to make sure that Rey would suffer for this, no matter how justified he sounded when he spoke. “You’re a glory hog. You want to make the newspaper all the time. Every time there’s something big, he wants the glory for himself,” he said.
“I don’t think you’re getting the point here, Sergeant,” Rey said. At this point, he felt like he should have just taken the conversation outside with him, and ended this a long time ago. Whoever would win outside would have the bragging rights, which seemed to be the most important thing at the time.
David still did not want to see what Rey was trying to get to when he spoke like this. He was blinded by the anger that was consuming him concerning this case. It was not something he took lightly at all. “Oh, yeah? What is it?” he asked.
Contrary to David, Rey did not care about anything but getting the job done. That was the core essence of the job to him. As long as one stops bad things from taking place, nothing else matters. “The point is, the job is done. There’s nothing more to it than that,” he said.
“Oh, is that so? You think that that’s all there is to it? So, you got them all, arrested them all, huh? That’s good. Now that you’ve caught them, how can we track the kingpin down? How are we gonna find out who he is? You think you’re gonna make them talk after you catch them in the act?” David asked.
“It’s been done before,” Rey said. He did not want to overstep his boundaries, because they were in an office, and although Rey has taken down many foes before, David might still be a little hardened from his time at war.
“Things aren’t like the good ol’ days, officer Riker. Things have changed. Crime is rising in Shell City. We managed to contain it for the past ten years after that corruption ring scandal, and managed to push crime to Base District. We had firm control over what goes on here, but not anymore. These crooks are getting smarter. They’re becoming loyal. The Hoodsies have become more influential in the underworld,” David said.
“And you know this because of your snitch?” Rey asked. That question raised an eyebrow on Russo. David felt like he was backed into a corner with that one, and he might as well have been, but, as usual, he had a quick response to that.
“I know this because I do investigative work. I don’t just rush into action like you and your partner. You two haven’t been doing any investigative work. You’re just getting paid for nothing,” David said. This was the point in which Russo had to intervene. The argument had gone on long enough without him saying something, yet he was the one in charge there.
“That’s enough, Sergeant Frost. Enough. Riker, I applaud your efforts to clean up the city on your own, but you can’t do it all. You have to let others do what they are assigned to do. That’s what maintains order around here. Imagine everyone just did whatever they wanted. We wouldn’t really have a productive force, would we?” Russo asked.
“I suppose. Tell me one thing, Frost. When were you planning on making a move?” Russo asked. He sounded fair in his speech. He interlocked his fingers and put his hands on the desk then looked at David, waiting for his answer to the question.
“Once I tracked their kingpin down, so I could make a move on all of them,” David said, still sounding defensive. He had not seen that the captain was giving him a chance to explain himself well. He spoke as if the captain were against him.
“Do you have any leads?” Rey asked, finally looking at David. He had not looked at him for a long time in the conversation, fearing that would impulsively punch him due to the anger that was building up within him.
“They’re useless now. You took down all the middle men that I was gonna use to find the kingpin,” David said. It was unbelievable to Rey. Rey almost shook his head, but then found that it would have been disrespectful, so he avoided doing it.
“So, you have leads, I suppose,” he asked. He sounded professional as he asked that. He did not want to sound harsh or offensive any longer. It was better to build a positive environment from there, rather than a negative, bitter one.
“I did. Not anymore,” David replied, slowly turning to Rey and glaring at him. Rey stopped looking at him and looked ahead. He sighed then bowed his head, not seeing an end to this any time soon.
Russo could see that Rey was out of things to say, and wondered what the final message was, regaring all of this questioning which seemed to be happening randomly. “Sorry, officer, what are you getting at here?” Russo asked.
“I’m trying to understand what it is that Sergeant David Frost was planning. I don’t really understand it,” Rey said. One could easily sense that Rey was not completely honest with what he was saying there, that he was actually trying to say that David is not making sense in a more offensive way.
David seemed to understand the tone all too well. He did not play into the trap. He simply acted as if the statement was a normal one. “It’s pointless now to explain it anyway. I’m just going to leave things as they are, and try to work a different angle around it,” he said.
“Why don’t we release one of them, and use that one to track down the kingpin?” Russo suggested. To him, this was the only way that he could resolve this matter without creating enmity between the two colleagues.
“Sir, is that legal? They were all found at the scene,” Rey said. This actually outraged him. He had to hide it well in order not to divert the subject of the conversation. To him, this was something that should never even have been thought of.
“As long as they haven’t been tried or convicted, or have any evidence against them, they are free to go. It’s a loophole that not many can use efficiently,” Russo said. He sounded like one of those overconfident, stuck up lawyers when they want their clients released from custody.
“But, sir, the arrest has been made. They were all found at the scene. They are all wearing Hoodsie uniform,” Rey argued. Rey clearly did not understand what Russo was getting at here, and the captain was not going to keep this going at this rate.
“Don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be, Riker. If you had only contacted Frost beforehand, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” Russo said. He spoke with a raised, more aggressive tone than before.
“That is all, officer. One of them will be released. Only one of them. The rest will be kept here,” Russo said, interrupting Rey. That was the final decision. There was no overturning it. Rey could only agree with him.
“Yes, captain,” Rey said. He did not like the idea, but just had to go along with it because it was the only way that he could leave the office and not have to look at the sergeant longer. He was itching to get out of there.
“Thank you, captain,” David said. He then walked out of the office. Rey put the papers he was holding on Russo’s desk before following David. He was behind him and was walking slowly, disappointed with what had just happened.
“Riker,” Russo called out. Rey stopped walking when he was by the door and turned back at the captain. He was called back in. He exhaled then closed the door and went to stand before the captain’s desk once more.
What could it be now? Was he the only one that would be called to the office like this? Why would it always have to be him to stay behind after one of these sessions? He felt like asking all of these questions to the captain. “Yes, captain,” he said.
“I also heard that you took officer Blake Lane with you,” Russo said. That was a troublesome matter. This was something he knew he was very guilty of, and there was no explaining it in any meaningful way.
“Yes, sir,” he said. There was no way around it. He had to tell the truth, because, clearly, news travels fast in the precinct. It was a pretty small precinct anyway, and things were often very boring. It must have been the hobby of some of the people there to gossip.
“You do know that she’s not meant to be working, don’t you?” Russo asked. The questions kept coming. At this point, Rey wondered why Russo did not just get to yelling at him instead of building up the lecture.
“Yes, sir,” Rey said. Every time he said that, the lecture drew closer, and he knew he would have to defend himself pretty soon. He felt like he was becoming more of a lawyer in the force rather than a policeman.
“So, why did you take her with you?” Russo asked. He sounded like a father, trying to get an explanation from his son after he did something bad and got caught.
“It was short notice, sir. I had to take people I trust with me. She was on that list,” Rey said.
“You got her out of her home so that you could do somebody else’s job? Riker, I don’t like the attitude you’re having these days. You cannot expect me not to take action with this. You didn’t break any laws, so I can’t sanction you, but this is about the unspoken rules. You do not take up somebody else’s case,” Russo said, “and you do not bring people on leave into this.”
“Sir, officer Lane is a grown woman. I believe that she can make decisions on her own,” Rey said.
“Of course she can. But not when it comes to you, I suppose. I’ve been hearing interesting stories about you and Ms. Lane. Whatever it is you have going on with her, it should not be affecting her life choices the way it is now. So, I’m giving you a warning, since this is the first time you’ve done something like this. Do this again, and I tell you, you will pay,” Russo said, “comprende?”
“Si,” Rey said.
“Ah, so you learned a bit of Spanish, I see,” Russo said. He laughed a bit with joy. He felt like he had passed on a legacy to someone. It was special to him because he was so far away from home that he felt like there were not any Spanish speakers left around him.
“Yes, cap,” Rey said. He smiled a bit, but really wanted to go, as he was not in a very good mood at the time to carry on a conversation. It had been a long day.
“Good. Now, go. I need to read through all of your reports before I can get back to my social life,” Russo said.
“Yes, sir,” Rey said.
“And how goes your investigation with Duncan? The one I told you to keep to yourselves?” Russo asked.
“It’s a work in progress, sir. We don’t have any leads. The only Hoodsies we’ve spotted lately are the ones we arrested today. It’s like they’ve gone underground and only come to the surface when they’re up to something,” Rey said.
“I see. I see. Dig deeper. They might be the only clue we have,” Russo said.
“Yes, sir,” Rey said.
“That’ll be all, officer, Riker,” Russo said. Rey nodded then walked away from the desk, towards the door. He opened it and walked out, expecting to be called in again for some odd reason that he could not come up with yet in his mind. When he saw that there was nothing else to be said, even by the captain himself, who was already having a look at the reports he was given, he walked away after closing the door behind him.
He got to his desk, where all his former company still was. They had all been discussing something after he left, and the conversation had them speaking in low voices. They all looked at him once he got there, and stopped talking. He sighed. He looked at Sherry.
“A beer wouldn’t be a bad idea,” he said. He smiled at them. Sherry smiled at him as well, and the others celebrated this momentous occasion. They all parted ways so that they could get their things in order, and Lane was the last to leave. She smiled at him before walking away. Duncan was looking at them. When she left, Rey felt that Duncan was still looking at them.
“What is it?” Rey asked. He was curious as to what his partner would have to say about that. It was not something sensible, most likely. He was in a good mood, and things that came out of his mouth when he was in such a mood were never sensible.
“You know, it’s been a while since you’ve had a beer with us. You sure you can still handle one?” Duncan asked. Alas, something he said did not make him want to stop talking for a week. Rey scoffed at the question then looked at Duncan.
“I’ll be fine,” Rey replied. Duncan nodded. He got his things together and looked at Rey once more before scoffing. He could not hold it in. He just had to say it. “Be careful not to black out, or Lane will have to carry you home herself. I ain’t driving you,” Duncan said. Rey rolled his eyes, as he finally heard the jab that he was waiting for. They left the desk together and walked towards the door.
“Shut up,” Rey said. Of course, he was joking with that said. He could not take it seriously, due to the good mood that everyone was in. He was not about to ruin it by being defensive. It was all just good, clean fun that they were having.
Thunder rumbled in the skies as the night grew darker, with heavy clouds filling the night sky. The rain that poured down from the heavens was heavy, and no one could be found in the streets at the time. The hour grew late, and more sinister forces were at work around the city, as it was night: the perfect time to commit the most heinous of crimes. It seemed to be a time of rain in the year, as the streets, even when the weather was clear, had something about them that showed that they had not been dry for a long time.
Base District was not so busy in the streets. There were many homeless people in the streets, though, and they were seeking a place to stay dry in. One of the people was very desperate. He was an old man whose face was covered up by facial hair. His clothes were ragged and looked like they had not been taken off for years. The man’s skin tone was not even in its natural state anymore, due to all the dirt that covered it. Everywhere he looked, he could not find a spot. He searched, street after street. He found a good spot in an alley. He did not even reach his destination, as he was shot in the chest. The gunshot echoed throughout the street and sounded like thunder. The people of Base District could not get that sound confused with anything else. Everyone there knew what it was, and nobody dared to go see the corpse, or to go see what was going on. The homeless man fell to the ground and died there. Thunder rumbled in the sky a few seconds after he died.
In the building across the road, on the second floor, was a man looking out the window, having pushed his curtain aside. He was looking at the alley that the homeless man was running towards. He clicked his tongue continuously as he shook his head. He closed the curtain then turned around to look at his companions. He was in a living room, by the looks of it. His companions were all seated on different couches which were red in colour. There were four of them, and they each sat on a different couch. Each couch faced the small glass table which was in the center of the living room.
The man by the curtain was a tall, mixed race man with black hair and no facial hair. He had a very light skin tone and had an athletic build. He had an ‘A’ tattoo on his forehead. He was known as A.
“That’s the third gunshot in ten minutes,” B said. He was an African-American and was sitting on one of the couches. He had a muscular build and was the second tallest of the group. He was bald as well. He had a very ghetto accent. One could tell that he really did grow up in the streets.
“They don’t call it Base District for nothing,” E said. E was the only female in the room. She was a Caucasian and wore glasses. She had a very tough-looking facial expression. She wore all black and had a small black spot slightly above her upper lip, towards the left. She was reading a magazine and did not seem to care at all about what was happening.
“Hey, when’s the rain gonna stop? I gotta go get a drink from the bar,” C said after a moment of silence. He was sitting on the couch which faced D. B and E were facing each other. He was another African-American. He was short and had a full head of hair. He was not muscular and did not have an athletic build. He liked wearing baggy clothes, though.
“Ask mother nature. We’re not gonna tell you,” E said. She spoke without a care in the world. Her foot waved around as she read her book. She had her left foot on her right knee as she read. It was a very captivating book, by the looks of it.
“Why don’t you just go like this? There’s nothing wrong with you getting wet,” D said. D was extremely muscular, very tall and Caucasian. He had a very deep voice which was in fact very menacing. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. The most striking thing about his appearance, though, was a scar running across his left cheek which required eight stitches which were still clearly visible and present. The stitches were recent, and it could be noted that they had been on for less than twenty-four hours. Still, D did not show any discomfort when speaking. He spoke casually, as though they were not even there.
“Didn’t you send F there anyway?” B asked. The question posed no intimidation and the speaker had no intention of being offensive or proving that C was an idiot for asking the question. He was genuinely inquiring.
“He’s taking too long. It’s just across the street anyway,” C said. He was becoming very impatient but managed to contain himself very well. Nobody noticed that he was very impatient at the time and was about to explode.
“You want to go get yourself killed? Okay. Fine by me. Just tell us who gets your cut,” E said. That comment was completely unnecessary by his count. He did not want to hear something like that said to him. He was not in the mood to joke around.
“Your concern is very much appreciated. Hell, since you care so much about me, you can do me a favour after I die, and go to hell,” C said. He almost started yelling at her but managed to contain himself again, fearing what would happen if he lashed out and everyone would be against him. It was better to trade words rather than blows.
“As long as you lead the way, since you’re going first,” E said without even the slightest hesitation. She flicked over a page and continued to read. She did not even look at him at all when she spoke. She just remained uninterested. He lost his patience and was breathing hard. He wanted to start yelling at her and issuing out death threats.
“Don’t lose your cool over a drink, C. F is coming,” A said. It seemed that he was the one who saw right through the whole thing. He did not yell at him or talk to him aggressively, or even say something controversial or irritating. All he did was assure him.
“Yeah, he better be. Or I might shoot somebody out first,” C said. He calmed down at this point and sat back on the chair. He looked cross and looked around for something to distract him as he waited, as he was focused on random things around the room before he started speaking.
“Relax. Nobody is going to get shot here,” D said. C then felt the need to explain what he just said. His aggressive, somewhat intimidating look dissolved into a more humble look. What else could he do if he wanted to get a friendly response?
Not sounding defensive, he stood his ground and made his stance clear, just so there were not any hard feelings at the end of the day, or the conversation. “That was a metaphor. I wasn’t actually going to shoot anybody,” C said.
“Good. I would hate for you to be part of my trophy collection,” D said. He did not sound so friendly when he said that. He really meant what he was talking about. C looked at him in shock at what he had just heard, not the way it was said.
“Your what?” C asked. Just after he asked that, there was a knock on the door, to which his back was turned. Everyone looked at the door and waited for the next person to say something. For just a second, it was quiet.
“Come in,” A said. Just then, F opened the door and walked in. He closed the door behind him and was holding a six-pack of beers. He was a young, mixed race man. He was the youngest of the group. He had a very light skin tone and had braces on. He brought the beers to the table and set them down on it.
“You took your time. C was getting impatient,” A said. He eyeballed C as he said that and had a smirk on his face as well, meant to tease C for his impatience. C paid no mind to it. His beer was there, and that was all that mattered to him.
“They were killing some guy there. They said he cheated at pool. Couldn’t open the door to leave until they were done. Base District rules,” F said. He sounded very innocent as he said this. It seemed that he was an innocent soul trapped in a world of crime.
“Truly barbaric people,” A said. He shook his head as he said this. He even bowed his head for a second, not believing the atrocious behavior that the people of Base District were demonstrating. It was not something that he was particularly fond of.
“Don’t act like you never did the same type of stuff when you were working for the mob,” B said. He sat back on his couch after speaking and put his right arm over it to make himself more comfortable as he sat. The tone was a bit aggressive and implied something.
“That’s why I retired. Couldn’t live a life of senseless violence anymore. Anyone causes the slightest problem, you gotta take them out. No matter how insignificant it is, you always have to kill them. I killed forty-six people. Half of them delayed payments. They only delayed. Not that they didn’t pay,” A said.
“We’re sure your story with the mob is very sad, long and interesting, but we are here because you said you have a business proposal for us,” D said. He was not there to entertain anybody’s story. He was there solely for what he was called for, and wanted to get it done as soon as possible.
“Yes, of course,” A said. As he said that, everyone made themselves comfortable on the couches they sat on. F sat next to C. E put her magazine on the table and finally began to show interest in what was being talked about. This was what she had been waiting for.
“I’ve come up with a business proposal that could be very beneficial and is very risky. Sources indicate that a British ambassador and his family are in Shell City on vacation. The proposal was that we take his daughter in and hold her ransom,” A said.
“Kidnapping?” C asked. He sounded concerned over the whole matter. This was entirely new to him. It was out of his league, something that he was completely not familiar with. Such things frighten everyone, and he was no exception.
“Yes. Kidnapping,” A replied. He was straight to the point. He did not want to beat around the bush or ask any rhetorical questions before getting to the point, as some of the people there did not have that much time to spare.
“Sounds doable. You should know kidnapping a foreign ambassador’s kid is a very big deal. It’ll attract a lot of attention,” B said. The others all grumbled, agreeing to what B had just said. A did not give up, though. He wanted to see this plan through to the end.
“Listen. Are you forgetting who we are? Where we are? Where we’re from? This is Base District, and we are all Base District. The media can talk all they want. The cops will know who did it, and that’s why they won’t do anything about it,” A said. The others stayed quiet and thought about it. A could not believe that they actually had time to think about it. He thought that it was a pretty cut and dry case. Nobody else from Base District would think about it. As long as they knew they were representing, it would be alright. The case was different for this group for some reason. They had a hard time accepting it.
“I don’t know. Mainland cops are getting ballsy these days. I heard there was an arrest made on Razor’s boys,” C said. He was still unsure about the whole ordeal. It was not just the novelty of the whole thing, but the conditions that were set up around them.
“Not to mention Ink when he tried pulling off that heist,” E added. She sounded very professional when she said this, and for the first time, looked to be engaging with what was going on around her, unlike before.
“This is different. We’re not causing a scene like a heist. No cop is gonna find us. I have the hideout and everything set up. All we need is a plan,” A said. He gave off his assuring smile after he said this, just to sell the idea to them.
“This is actually very risky, A. Not many people pull that off these days,” F said. Still the innocent one, still the one who would rather stay out of trouble. This was not a world for him. He was small and looked very vulnerable.
“Please. Look at our economic status right now. We break our backs doing all the dirty work and crime bosses are the ones who get all the recognition, fame and money. Don’t you think you deserve more than what you have?” A asked.
“True. But we can’t do this. What if we get caught?” C asked. A sensed that he was up for the idea, but was not entirely sure of what he could do to make sure that he would have everyone’s backing on this. It was a very bold move for them, after all, and success could grant them lots of money, but failure would be very unpleasant.
“We won’t. That’s a promise. We’ll make millions off of just one person, and you’ll get the recognition you deserve,” A explained. At this point, he had regained his confidence in his ability to convince them to go through with this. Even his voice projection was better at this point, and he felt like he was getting through to them. He wanted to smile but restrained himself, waiting for the positive response he sensed he would get from the group. The others looked at each other in silence, trying to decide if they were going to go through with this.
“So, what do you say?” he asked. They all looked at him and he felt like he had his answer.
Bayview High School, the next day
The skies were clear over the area in which the school was located. It looked as though it had been recently cleared, as many parts of the school were wet. There were many puddles in the outside facilities, especially the outdoor basketball court. That did not stop the students from walking around comfortably whenever the bell rang.
Kurt closed his locker hastily and picked up his bag from the floor. He looked around and saw the people walking around, as it was lunch break. He was with his friend: Hamlin Dempsey. Hamlin was a Caucasian and was an inch shorter than Kurt. He had long, flowing blond hair that could be blown by the wind. His eyes were black in colour. By his stance, one could see that he was part of the football team.
“Hey, you seen the new cheerleaders lately?” Hamlin asked. He was very enthusiastic about them, by the sounds of it. It was almost as if he followed their every move just to make sure that was up to date with the current events involving them.
“There are no new cheerleaders, dude. They’re not the same ones as last term’s,” Kurt said. He was not enthusiastic about the topic at all, as the cheerleader thing was not very captivating to him. He was more into other things in life.
“Really? Why do they look so much better now?” Hamlin asked. He smiled when he asked that. He even slightly closed his eyes and had a devious look of intention in his face. Kurt did not mind it. He noticed it and chose to avoid acknowledging it due to its little relevance in his life.
“Puberty, dude. Puberty,” Kurt said. He started walking away from that area and Hamlin followed him. They walked closely together and looked on as different social groups walked past them. They saw a group of nerds together, holding calculators and comparing answers that they had found to their random sums.
They then walked past a group of goths. These ones made Hamlin and Kurt even turn around to keep looking at them. They wore all black and had piercings in all sorts of strange body parts. Their hairstyles were also bizarre and things that upstanding citizens who would not want to be stared at in the streets would not try.
“I’ll never understand goths,” Hamlin said. He looked at them with a certain type of disgust that had a mix of doubt in it. There was just something really odd or off about cheerleaders to him. He did not dislike them. He only found them to be strange due to their lifestyle.
“Best thing to do is just ignore it,” Kurt said. He was not into that topic as well. He was just walking, with his mind set on different things. He was not going to entertain conversations regarding remedial things around the school.
They then came across the most dangerous people in the school: the cheerleaders. They were the ones on the top of the school’s social pyramid. They were the ones who would set the school’s standards. They were the ones who deserved VIP treatment, simply because they were better-looking than everyone else who was there. Everyone looked at the small group of cheerleaders as they walked down the hall, as if they were models. They did not speak to anyone and they made no eye contact at all. Everyone stopped what they were doing, just so they could get a look at the most attractive girls they would see in their teenage lives. They walked like models and were esteemed like princesses. The one in the center was Maryse Aniston. She was amazingly attractive. She had long, blond hair that reached her upper back. Her eyes were black. She was a very fit girl and wore her cheerleading outfit, which consisted of a crop top and a short skirt. The skirt was blue in colour while the crop top was white.
The one to her right was Shelby Simon. She had light brown hair and was Caucasian, just with a tanned skin tone. Her eyes were black in colour. A very gorgeous girl, she looked to be more sympathetic than Maryse, but still had a facial expression of a girl who estimates herself more than she should.
The one who walked to Maryse’s left was Ariana Peltz. She had dark, red hair and brown eyes. She was the shortest of the three, but arguably the most attractive of the group. She had a smile on her face, but not a friendly one. It seemed to be more of a devious smile than a friendly one. All three of them wore their cheerleader outfits as they walked down the hallway.
Kurt and Hamlin were silent as they watched them walk by. Kurt had a blank facial expression, as he did not seem to be impressed at all by what he saw. He continued looking ahead when they walked past him. Hamlin, on the other hand, was more than impressed. He was standing at Kurt’s left and was closer to the trio than Kurt. He wanted to stop them so that he could talk to them, but resisted the very strong temptation to do so. The scene finally ended when they were too far gone for Hamlin to be able to see them. Once he realized that, he looked at Kurt once more.
“It’s so insane, the way they can just stop the show like that,” Hamlin said. He saw what he wanted to see this whole time. Kurt was indifferent about it, the same thing as everything else Hamlin brought up in their conversation.
“They’re alright. Not really all that impressive, though,” Kurt said. He had no expression as he spoke. It was just a straight face throughout his walk in the hallway.
“Oh, sure. You’re the one to talk, huh? Where’s yours?” Hamlin asked. Kurt smiled and looked down before scoffing at the question. He did not answer it, seeing it as something that he could overlook. Hamlin himself was satisfied with himself. He saw that he managed to shut Kurt up for once. He smiled happily and turned his head back just to be sure that they were out of his line of sight. Kurt saw that and sighed. He almost slapped himself but saw that this case was not worth such.
“Dude, you’re a football player. Act like one. They’re supposed to be pining after you, not the other way around,” he said to his friend. That was the one thing he managed to say with an actual expression and tone other than monotone.
Hamlin turned to Kurt and saw how relaxed he was with his long, black hair that covered his eyes. He had his very own swag which worked for him very well. They got to the door which led them to the gym and entered it. Some people were chatting. Some were playing basketball. There were also some cheerleaders there who were practicing some moves. They paid no attention to that, as Hamlin felt he was compelled not to look. They made their way into the locker room, where they split up and went to their own lockers.
“You know, Kurt, I think this year we’ve actually got a chance at winning this,” Hamlin said. He was very excited about it. This was something that interested Kurt at last. He shared that enthusiasm with his friend.
“Yeah. With Riker as captain, we’ve got a decent chance. That guy’s a football maniac. All he ever does is watch and play football,” Kurt said. He was very descriptive about it. He even had hand gestures to indicate how serious that case was.
Hamlin was left dumbfounded by that statement. He knew of two Rikers in the school. Which one could Kurt be referring to? “Who? Johnny? He always seemed like the kind of guy who doesn’t really do much in life,” he said.
“No. The other one. His brother,” Kurt said.
That clarified matters for Hamlin. He opened his mouth and nodded slowly, accepting the information which was given to him. “Oh, right. Reynold. Yeah, he’s good. Hope he brings about new leadership techniques,” Hamlin said.
“Yeah, me too. Can’t be taken down like we were last year,” Kurt said. As they talked, they changed their shoes and tops, just so they would not get them dirty when they would get to play around a little bit. The locker room, aside from the duo, was otherwise empty. It was a clean place and the lockers were all arranged in rows which faced each other. The floor was red in colour.
“Who do you wish to play this season?” Hamlin asked. He could see that the conversation was flowing with Kurt better than before. He had a very happy look in his face.
“Anyone, really. I’m gonna train to face the toughest team out there,” Kurt replied.
“Yeah. Not a bad idea. So I’m guessing Reynold has the toughest drills in store for us if he thinks the same way you do,” Hamlin stated. Kurt closed his locker and scoffed. He still had his hand against the locker. He scoffed sarcastically, seeing that Hamlin still had no idea just how important that rhetorical question was. He knew that the toughest training regimen he had ever experienced was the one he tried to emulate from Reynold. He only tried it for ten minutes before giving up and never daring to think about it again. To think that Reynold could do it casually showed that he was a force to be reckoned with. He had a military grade training regimen. Only the strongest of the strong, the toughest of the tough could pull through the regimen. That only meant that if one is to remain on the team, then they were fit enough to join the army, or even the marines.
“Think we can get anything done?” Kurt asked, trying not to think about it.
“Today, I think it’s better if we just introduce the new guy to the regimen, test him out a little,” Hamlin said. Kurt laughed at that. He left his locker and sat on a bench as he waited for Hamlin to be done with what he was doing. He sat there for a few seconds before Hamlin finished up and closed his locker, prompting Kurt to stand up.
“You’ve got nice welcome packages, huh?” Kurt asked. He asked it casually but deep down inside, he was reluctant about it. This new guy they were inducting was close to him, and he would hate to make him quit without having done anything real for the team or even on the team.
“Dude, we always mess with the new guys. Remember what we did to Felix?” Hamlin asked. Kurt remembered all too well what they did to Felix. It was a very funny, yet, unconventional thing to do.
“Yeah. We made him push a dummy through the whole field twice,” he said. He even laughed a little after saying that. It was something that he was particularly proud of. Messing with newbies is a time-honored tradition that never would grow old.
“That one was my favourite. He didn’t come to school for two weeks,” Hamlin said. He also laughed. They shared a laugh together for a few moments and then exhaled, relaxing. It was time to speak something new.
“What did they make you do?” Kurt asked. He was genuinely curious about it. He was not there when they were initiating Hamlin. He wanted to know, as everyone got something different and it was always something truly extreme.
“Fifty finger push-ups,” was Hamlin’s reply. He said it solemnly. It was a painful memory to bring up. He even nodded a little bit after saying that. Kurt gave him an estranged look. Was it too little? Too much? Or was it just so out of this world that he could not say anything about it?
“Only fifty?” he asked. Hamlin looked at him and started to wonder what Kurt could have gone through which was more painful and excruciating than doing fifty finger push-ups. Even doing one was a problem for the average person.
“How many did you get?” Hamlin questioned. He was ready to hear what Kurt had to say that would make his work look like it was a walk in the park. He doubted that that was possible, but had to hear what he had to say about it anyway.
“A hundred and fifty upside-down press-ups,” Kurt said. Hamlin was shocked and did not hide the facial expression that showed that. He even felt sorry for Kurt for having gone through that. It was a turnaround from what he was feeling before.
“Yeah. They got you good,” Hamlin said. He nodded, seeing that his work really was little compared to what Kurt went through. It was not right, the way they were treated. That did not mean that they would not do it to anybody else.
“You have no idea,” Kurt said. They laughed together once more. This was something they could both enjoy talking about, as they both loved football and sharing football stories. It was a jock thing. Not many would get it if they were not part of them.
“You wanna try something cool with the new guy, or you wanna let the others take care of it?” Hamlin asked.
“Depends on how rough it’s gonna be,” Kurt said. They both started making their way towards the door that led to the field. They walked close to each other and were getting amped up for their friendly game. They were so ready for it that veins appeared on their arms because of the adrenaline.
The other guys were all lined up next to each other in the field, and were waiting for something to happen. There was a handful of them. The first one was Vaughan Bush. He was a Caucasian of average height. He had black hair and black eyes. He seemed to be very distracted at the moment, as he was cluelessly looking around.
The second one was Errol Franklin. He was the ‘pretty boy’ type of guy. He had braces on his teeth and a tanned skin tone. He was pretty short, as compared to all the other members of the squad, but it did not deter his confidence and enthusiasm. He was very happy to be there with his low-cut hair.
The third guy was James. He stood there happily and was very excited about the whole ordeal. Of course, he did a good job at hiding his excitement. He had a very arrogant smile across his face as he looked at the guys around him. He was nodding his head slowly as he looked around.
Next to James, was none other than Johnny. He was getting himself ready for this game. He practiced throwing a few punches as he hopped around like a boxer getting ready for a fight. He was even swinging from side to side, like he was dodging punches.
The fifth guy was Felix Phileas: Felicia’s overgrown, muscle-bound cousin. He stood with a very blank, serious facial expression. It was like he was a drone, waiting to be activated and set for a certain task. He was so focused that the slightest provoking would cause a very big reaction.
Next to him was Oliver, who was already on the football team, by the looks of it. He was wearing the gear that was necessary. He awaited his time to play so that he could show his skills off to everyone there.
After Oliver, there was Hamlin, who was next to Kurt. Both stood still as they waited for something to happen. It was not football practice, but Reynold felt like he had to say a few things before they could start playing. He paced in front of them as if he were their General in the army.
“Good that you guys could come play today. Now, I know that not all of you are part of the team, so I’m just gonna leave the instructions clear and simple: every man for himself. You gotta reach the field goal on the opposite side that the guy you snatched it from was trying to get to,” Reynold said.
“Wait…what?” Johnny asked. He was really confused as to what was just said to him. He had even taken some time to try to interpret what had just been said to him before he asked what was meant. Oliver looked at him and smiled a devious smile before shaking his head slowly. None of those actions were sincere actions. They were just meant to subtly justify what he would say next.
“Message got lost in transmission, did it? Or maybe it was just too complicated for you,” Oliver said. He spoke without turning to Johnny. Johnny heard the voice of his rival and was disgusted. He also did not look at Oliver before speaking.
“Your face looks like the inside of a baboon’s nose,” Johnny said. James controlled his laughter. It almost burst out but he kept it in. He kept under control, but not before bending over as he tried to keep it in.
“You’re so ugly that your reflection wears a blindfold when you look in the mirror,” Oliver said. Reynold stopped pacing so that he could listen to what those two were saying to each other. Everyone else rolled their eyes, seeing that what they did not want to happen ended up happening.
Johnny was not going to let Oliver get away with that one. He started a war which Johnny was far more quiklike a burnt tyre that was raped by a sloth,” he said.
“You’re dumber than a post,” Oliver stated. His response was immediate and very fast. He did not have to think about it. It made it seem like he was just describing Johnny truthfully, rather than trying to insult him.
“You call me stupid when you walk around with a hairstyle that makes your head look like it was molested by a squirrel and a mole rat, thinking that it looks good?” Oliver asked. Everyone was caught off-guard with that one. Though they were tired of these two and their antics, they had to admit that that was the best insult to come out of either one’s mouth that day.
“Enough! We ain’t got all lunch break,” Reynold said, getting tired of hearing them get at each other. He held the ball up high above his head and the other guys went their separate ways, except for James, who was confused as to what that meant exactly. Reynold lowered the ball, still in his hand. He added some kinetic energy to the grip then threw the ball into the air. James understood what that meant and went after the ball, the same as the others were. They all ran in the ball’s direction, intent on catching it. Johnny jumped first. The others followed suit. Johnny managed to reach a height higher than the rest of them: almost two meters. He caught the ball in mid-air and held it tight. Before he could land on the ground, he was tackled from the side by Reynold, who even ended up on top of Johnny when they landed on the ground. Johnny had let go of the ball by the time they got to the ground.
Errol quickly got the ball and wrapped it in his right arm. He started running as fast as he could towards one side of the field while some of the others followed, not too far behind. Errol ran and yelled continuously as he got closer to his destination. He could see it getting closer and closer. He smiled happily. That was before Hamlin caught up to him. He was right behind Errol. He leaped forward and wrapped his arms around Errol’s legs. Errol fell to the ground and dropped the ball. The ball rolled and almost reached the touchline. Hamlin hastily stood up and jumped over Errol to get the ball. He started running in the opposite direction he formerly ran at, towards the other touchline. He could see all the other players rushing towards him. He dodged Oliver by moving to his right. Oliver fell to the ground. Hamlin continued to run. Felix almost tackled him. Hamlin barely dodged Felix and continued to run. Felix fell to the ground. James screamed as he ran towards Hamlin. Hamlin found that odd and questioned his behavior. James fell right in front of Hamlin, not giving him a chance to dodge the attack.
Hamlin tripped over James’ downed self. He fell to the ground, but not before Reynold snatched the ball from him. Reynold ran towards the opposite touchline very quickly. Johnny decided to take charge. He ran as fast as he could, which was way faster than the rest of the guys there. He was behind them all. He passed by each one of them, and they were all left speechless as they watched him go. He was catching up to Reynold. The others even gave up running, as they saw that he was going too fast and it would be pointless to try to catch up with him. It did not take Reynold long to get to the intended touchline. He was happy that no one was tailing him, apparently. He could not have been more wrong about his predicament.
He smiled happily and leaped forward. He stretched out his right hand, which was the hand that held the football, just as Johnny leaped. Amazingly, Johnny, who was behind Reynold when he made the leap, surpassed his brother in mid-air and snatched the ball from him before throwing it away, towards the other guys who were there. Both Johnny and Reynold fell to the ground and grunted. Reynold landed on his torso while Johnny landed on his back. As Reynold got himself up, he looked at Johnny with an estranged facial expression. Nothing amazed him as much as his brother did. He did all sorts of weird things that just defied explanation. Even asking himself what he had just seen and trying to make sense of it just seemed to mess his thought process up.
Johnny stood up quickly and looked at the other players as they went towards the opposite side. Johnny sighed and looked at Reynold, who was feeling a little discouraged after seeing what he just saw. It seemed like Johnny had absolutely no idea what he had just done, as he just acted naturally. He looked at Reynold with a smirk on his face then ran after the other players. Reynold stopped star-gazing and got his mind back in the game. He then ran after the others as well.
“You’ll never catch me alive!” James shouted happily. He had the ball in his hand and was running very quickly. He looked back every two seconds to check how close the others were to him. He lost hope every time he did look back. Hamlin dove and knocked James down from behind. James held on to the ball as he fell and landed on the ball, which was against his chest. Errol screamed as he jumped, intent on starting a dogpile on James. James instinctively rolled aside so far and fast that Errol ended up just throwing himself at the ground. James quickly stood up and accidentally dropped the ball. He took a couple of big steps forward before realizing it then looked back.
Felix picked the ball up and started running in the opposite direction of the one James was running in. Felix ran with determination and fierce seriousness. His feet moved quickly and his steps were very big. Oliver was running towards him but did not know what he was moving towards. The funny part was that he was running straight towards Felix. When he realized it, it was too late. He gasped and nearly screamed before being rammed by the colossal player. He flew three meters back and landed on his back. He tried to get up but could not.
“Alright,” he said, breathing hard, “take a deep breath.” He grunted and tried to get himself up, but to no avail. He stopped trying and just remained in one position. “Alright. Just stay down. Take five. Yay.”
Felix was still running. He could see the post that was his destination, and he could see that there were two people in his way that he had to get past. Reynold and Johnny were running quickly towards him with Reynold in front. Johnny was right behind Reynold. He was using him as a shield in case the same thing as what happened to Oliver would happen to him. He did not want that to happen to him at all. He cared about himself too much to allow it.
“Out of the way, Riker!” Felix shouted. He wrapped the ball in his arms tightly as he spoke. He shouted with so much conviction that it was clear that he was going to trample him if necessary. Johnny was beginning to have second thoughts about it but continued running, intent on keeping up with Reynold.
“Fat chance, Phileas!” Reynold shouted back. He even smiled right after shouting that. He seemed to be very confident about his ability to stop Felix from getting to the post. His smiling could be construed as a meaning of assurance due to having a plan.
They got closer and closer every second. No one showed any sign of wanting to turn the other way. It was as if two trucks were going to run into each other. Johnny looked at the ball in Felix’s arm and visualized it as the only important thing at the moment. He was not going to let anything take away his focus. Reynold and Felix growled as they closed in on each other. Reynold prepared himself both mentally and physically for the impact. At the last moment, Felix span clockwise, evading Reynold completely. Johnny took the chance to literally snatch the ball from Felix and run off. He did that before Felix was done spinning past Reynold. He was halfway done. He stopped moving and looked at Johnny with an estranged facial expression. He could not believe what had just happened. He opened his mouth in awe and stood still. He just did not know what to make of this.
Johnny ran as quickly as he could. It was not due to determination. He was actually scared of Felix catching up to him all of a sudden. He did not want to be taken down by the football team’s muscle. He ran quickly then looked back for a second and saw Reynold running after him. Johnny looked forward once more, and before he knew it, Errol rammed him. Johnny fell to the ground on his back and the ball was taken from him. Errol laughed happily as he ran towards Reynold.
Reynold was ever so determined to get the ball back. He worked out a play before getting to Errol. He calculated all of his moves as if he were a robot. He got to Errol and clearly swiped the ball from him before Errol could react or even notice that the ball was out of his hands. Errol stopped and looked back at Reynold as Felix ran past him.
Hamlin dove towards Reynold and grabbed the ball. He rolled on the ground, forward, then continued running towards the post. He did not get far. Felix rammed him so hard that he grunted out loud and the ball went high into the air. Hamlin fell to the ground. Felix caught the ball after jumping. He landed on the ground and had already accelerated. He ran so quickly that the downed players felt wind blowing them when he ran past them.
James was clearing grass off his clothes and looked at it as he did so. He then looked at Felix and became very frightened. James knelt and covered his face. Felix was running too fast and was too focused on the touchline to even notice or slow down in time. He did manage to notice, but was too late. He ran into James and ended up uncontrollably flipping over him and falling to the ground. James took the opportunity to quickly stand up and run towards the post on the other side of the field. Johnny ran towards him and snatched the ball and pushed James aside. James flew back and fell to the ground. Johnny was home free. He knew he won, so he took it slow. His way of taking it slow was fast, compared to average people. Eventually, he got to the touchline and celebrated. He started running around in that area…
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