Dog Fight

Detective

Jane's pov

I huff, wiping my palms on my jeans.

"You nervous, Kim?"my partner asks from besides me.

"I'm fine. I hope they don't have guns."I breathe.

"They're definitely gonna have guns. They're trafficking young girls, that's their only profit. They're always on edge."Ethan says.

"I hate that, don't say that."I huff, picking up my walkie talkie.

"Four is ready, awaiting further instruction."I say into it.

"Stand by"Coleson says on the other end.

I tighten my bullet proof vest as the walkie talkie chirps again.

"Four go with maneuver 7, we are go for ambush."

"Here we go."Ethan huffs before opening the car door and getting out.

"Yep."I huff as I do the same.

.....

FBI agents and swat burst through the door of the warehouse. Instantly, a panic begins as men quickly gather their things and attempt to flee, only to be chased down by the agents.

"FBI FREEZE!"Kim says, pointing her firearm at a man that was running towards her.

He doesn't stop, and she fires 2 shots into his chest.

...

Ethan and I walk around the now emptying warehouse.

"I can't believe they're only being charged with possession with intent."Ethan says.

"We can't charge anyone with human trafficking if there aren't any humans to traffic."I say.

He groans as I take a close look at the ground. I notice dried blood, and how worn the floors were.

I see bloody footprints, and scuff marks.

"... Ethan.."I say looking around.

"Yeah?"he says.

"This is a human trafficking ring."I say.

"But it's not for young girls."

Suddenly, Ethan shrieks like a girl as the covered cube like object behind him rattles. He jumps and walks over to me.

I look at him with a smirk as I grip the tarp that covered the cube.

I slowly pull it off. There I see a large crate. One for large dogs.

"Oh my god."Ethan says.

Inside the crate, was a man. He had a chain tightly around his throat, attached to the crate.

His hands were chained together, and he was sat on his knees. He was covered in blood.

His knuckles were busted, and scared over, his hair was dripping with blood, and his body was coated in a layer of scratches, and fresh bruises and blood.

"They're trafficking men. To fight to the death."I say.

"That there is a champion."

The man in the cage trashes again, rattling the cage.

I look closely at the padlocks hanging off the cage.

"Go ask Newman for bolt cutters."I demand.

"Are you crazy? That man is a murderer, he's basically feral."Ethan says, signaling to the man thrashing about in the cage, snarling like an animal.

"Right. We may have to sedate him."I say quietly as he shakes the cage again.

"Jane. If he's a champion, where are all the losers?"Ethan asks.

I huff.

......

We walk out back, to a scene that forensics had already discovered. A pit, filled with corpses of young, fit males. All bludgeoned to death.

"There must me at least a hundred."Ethan says.

I groan and look away from the pit of dead bodies.

I look back at the man who was thrashing about in the cage like a wild animal. The medics we're having trouble sedating him.

I huff as I walk over to the vibrating cage slowly.

"Hey."I say to him.

He ignores me, still snarling and shaking the cage.

"Hey!"I shout.

He stops and looks at me, only one eye exposed from his hair.

I put my hands against the cage and he watches me carefully.

"It's okay, sweetheart. No one's going to hurt you."I say softly as I watch the medics slowly inject the sedative into his lower back.

"And you don't have to hurt anyone, anymore."I say, watching him begin to shake.

His eyelids become heavy, but he fights the sedative to look at me.

"You can sleep, hon. You can sleep."I say softly.

Finally, his eyes close and he softly goes limp.

"Get him out of this damn cage."I rush.

They bring over a pair of bolt cutters and snip the bolts off the cage door.

Once it's open, the reach inside and snip the chain attaching him to the cage. Then they slowly pull his limp and bloody body out of the cage.

They leave the chains on his wrists, and the chain collar around his neck as they lay him on a stretcher.

"Hey, how'd you do that?"Ethan asks as he walks over to me.

"How would you react if I was the first woman you had seen in years? I can tell he was raised to respect women."I say.

"And that's why you're the profiler."Ethan huffs.

"I wonder if they'll let me talk to him."I say softly.