POV: Iris Arnoult
The 12 minutes that I’ve been here, I can only say one thing for sure. That is, I’ve never seen a case this big in my entire life. My entire life, working as a police officer being hardly 2 years.
“We’ve got 2 people shot down.” Clayton’s guarded green eyes come into the view as he loads his gun again, preparing for another round of crossfire. I give him a curt nod and reload my gun too. I am quick to get out of my hiding spot and stretch my arms out at my target. He is busy shooting someone else, so I take the chance, shooting him right across the skull and get back to my spot in matter of seconds.
“That makes 3 of them.” We keep our stances in position and keep on shooting. I shoot 2 people in the legs to keep them from running away, and on the arms to keep them from killing any of my men.
One man came dashing towards me from the behind, ready to smash his fist against my face before I plunged a knife laying besides me into his shoulder.
“Where is your boss?” I lifted the now bloody man by the collar and pressed my gun against his skin. My icy gaze stabbed his eyes not daring to leave his. Ignorance clouded his once raging eyes as he scowled at me.
“Fuck you bitch.” He spat in my direction, making me roll my eyes.
“Wrong answer.” A grim smile stretched across my face as I pulled the trigger, being splattered in blood the very next second. I felt another one behind me and slammed him onto the ground, his head smashing against the cold floor of the Mexico port. He struggled as wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed, draining him of his life.
“Iris, we need them alive!”
Clayton shouts from besides me and I drop the dead man from my arms. I just nod at him. The sweet but deafening sound of gunshots surround me and echo in the empty port. Music to my ears.
I don’t even know how much time went by, but when all the gun firing seizes down, I suddenly become very conscious of all my injuries. I think I got a cut on my leg, even up my forehead. But it doesn’t bother me much, seeing how used to it I am. The place grows noticeably quite, compared to all the noise just a minute ago. I keep seated in my spot for a while, before getting up on one leg that wasn’t injured. I wince at the pain but begin walking nevertheless.
“What’s the status?” I ask, as me and Clayton meet the rest of the crew.
“6 out of 11 are dead. Rest of them have been handcuffed. We’ve got the head.” One of the police officer tells me. I nod, satisfactorily.
“What about the goods?”
“We found a ton of pure, high grade cocaine from the ship. We weren’t expecting such a huge quantity though. Turns out that this particular ship has sailed more than 3 times from Columbia to Mexico, smuggling a high deal of drugs.” Another one says to me, leading me to the store house where they had stored the drugs.
It was a huge room, with nothing but bags and bags of cocaine worth millions. I know all too well where the drugs were being taken. Anglos Mafia, one of the most terrific mafias of the world. There are many cases that are recorded against them, but not once have they had any kind of sanction. Many of their men have been arrested quite a few times, but they all get bailed very easily. There is not one single kind of crime that they are not involved in. Everyone in the entire US knows about them, but nothing beats the terror that they have spread.
This shipment of Cocaine might not mean anything important to the world famous Mafia, but I’m pretty sure that the head of this shipment – Daniel Lopez, is just as useful to them as he is to us. And now that he is in our hands, Anglos Mafia might as well have to come out of the shadows for once.
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His screams are all over the place. I throw another punch at his already blood covered face as he screams in agony.
“Now open that damn mouth, and tell me. Where the hell is your boss?” I spit through gritted teeth. Daniel just grins at me with bloody teeth and it makes me more and more annoyed by the second. I raise my gun up as he keeps on smirking. I know he won’t give in. Better kill him now before he becomes a pain in ass. Just as I am about to pull the trigger, he speaks up.
“I have the information you want. Are you sure, you want to shoot me?” His ragged voice carries through the room. His crooked grin still very evident.
“Can’t be any surer.” I pull the trigger, shooting him perfectly on the throat as he drops at my feet, dead weight. I pull out his phone from the back pocket and shove it in my uniform. Fucking idiot.
I walk away as I lit a cigarette, leaving the bloodbath behind me and disappearing into the abyss of thick smoke and deafening silence.
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