Vengeance:

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"Eddy," Bronson called as he strode over to Eddy's desk. Eddy stood up and grabbed his coat; "Yes, Detective?" He replied as he followed Bronson's lead out of the office and into the cold morning breeze. "We got a call. Someone saw some armoured men leaving the abandoned warehouse." Bronson unlocked his car and slid into the driver's seat. Eddy walked around, admiring the beautiful shiny texture of the car, and hopped in beside Bronson. "Why does everything occur at that stupid warehouse?" He mumbled under his breath, the
mumble concealed by the loud rev of the engine. "Sorry?" Bronson asked. Eddy waved his hand dismissively and replied; "Nothing." The car's wheels rolled down the road and swerved perfectly around every corner. Eddy enjoyed the ride, it was his first proper patrol and; his first as a newly appointed detective.

As they approached the warehouse, the fog tumbled off with the wind. The dark clouds were now the things concealing the light. Eddy took his gun and torchlight in hand and he approached the door slowly, trailing behind Bronson. Bronson slammed his foot against the door and it crumpled to the floor. Their torches flashed on and revealed everything around. Eddy searched for the old light switch and flicked it upon discovery. The lights buzzed on. "How do they still work?" He mumbled and Bronson asked him again to speak up; "How is the lights in this abondoned place still working? I mean it's been six years." Bronson shrugged it off and turned off his flashlight, placing it firmly in its holder on his leather belt.
"Well, well, well. Look'y boys, we got two newly delivered piggy'wiggies." Came a voice from behind. As the voice vanished into the atmosphere, footsteps echoed behind. Dong stood there smiling and aiming his gun towards them; "How the hell did you get those guns?" Bronson asked. Dong smiled and laughed quietly to himself, his shoulders shrugged and he replied; "Snake knew a guy." The five or six men behind him aimed their guns too.
"Where's snake?" Eddy asked, his voice snively and goofy.
"Who's the nerd Brons'?" Dong asked sarcastically but then shook his head and lowered his gun; "Snake's gone lil' boy, gone to do his job. Told me to stay 'ere and watch over the new base. Well, old slash new base." He snapped his fingers together and his men began to fire and walked forward to get a clearer shot. Bronson dived for cover whilst Eddy stood shocked. The world began to slow before his eyes and he saw-in perfect concentration- a silver bullet fly towards him slowly, air rippling behind it. He lost the bullet and felt a splitting pain in his head. The world suddenly whirled and crashed about him as he toppled over. His head smashed against the floor and blood, from his forehead, trickled down into his eyes. Bronson screamed out for Eddy but finally came to the realisation, he wouldn't wake. Noticing he was outnumbered, he rushed out of the warehouse and into his car.

"Eddy's dead!" He yelled amongst the office, he stood over everyone and on his desk. Everyone went silent. The office was suddenly filled by the echo of the old joyous workers and now by the worry and mourning and depression of the present. "W...who killed him?" An officer asked from the back, she was a close friend of Eddy's and her name was Tracy. "Dong's men shot him. And there's something else." Everyone went silent and waited for Bronson to speak up; "Dong and Falcon-who is in prison- were recruited a while ago by a man named Snake. Snake has, some sort of plans and he is responsible for the Mayor's death. We don't know his plans but whatever they are, I don't think many of us are going to survive. I'm sorry everyone." Bronson left the office and went home with his sorrow.