An unwilling cop is sent for an undercover investigation when she ends up catching the wrong attention.
Park Ara is the loner in the local precinct. As a definitive opposer of the rising injustice around her, she cannot do much but be a slave to her...
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"Would you like a newspaper?" "How much is it?" "It is complementary for the day ma'am." "Then sure, I would like one please."
Had the waitress been bothered by the miserly behaviour, she knew better than to show it. She sent a practiced nod and in a second, a heavy bunch of paper was dropped to the table with a gentle thud.
"Anything else, ma'am?" "No, thank you."
The front page was a prominent picture of the President waving from inside his limo. Everything beyond the frame of his window was blurred in true The Daily fashion except she could almost see the scene in front of her. She knew that hundreds were present when this picture was taken the day before and very close to the focus of the picture - just behind the car - was a woman being lynched to death. The newspaper, as she duly flipped through the pages, did not capture a second of the scene just as per expectations. When she placed the paper back on the table, the picture of the President grinned broadly at her and suddenly she was back in time, standing by the barricades in her uniform.
Heavy blows rained on the barricades as the reinforcements pushed back the mob. People stumbled to the ground, got stepped on by their own fellow comrades and howling in pain they stood back up regardless. Her eyes nervously flicked between the raging, disoriented mob and the gates which would be opening in seconds to let the President and his entourage out. They couldn't wait to rejoice with his manipulated victory, it appeared.
"The crowd has become untamable and the people are relentlessly protesting against this targetted investigation, as they have named it, against the President," a nearby reporter's voice rose another octave beyond the crowd's as he presented the exclusive to his channel. "The approval of this trial was already a questionable decision but the Supreme Court is now under heavy criticism for defaming the supreme representative of the people. As we can see here, the barricade is on the verge of collapsing and the cops are trying their best to contain the mob," a huge camera was pointed at her and in sharp contrast to the reporter's words, Ara Park, stood awkwardly and uselessly. She was not a part of the reinforcements in action, so she stood where she was assigned without doing much. Hoping that she wouldn't become a social media meme, she waited for the reporter and his huge camera to move past her.
She didn't have to wait long. The gates finally opened and she was blinded by flashes in seconds. It surprised her unimaginably how quick determination or dedication made people; for her, she could barely slither out from her blankets in the morning without driving her neighbours mad with her groans. The flashes moved quick with the crowd that surrounded the President, she assumed. Heaving a sigh on foreseeing the day coming to an end, she relaxed her posture a little to slouch. It was still chaotic and loud but nothing that she wasn't used to.
Then it all stopped and Ara wasn't used to the silence. She looked over at where the crowd was situated to see they have all come to a dumbstruck standstill. Even the flashes had stopped. A breath passed with curiosity and she heard the cry of a woman. Moving from her position, she silently neared the crowd. As she struggled through to see what was going on, she was roughly pushed off her track and ended up at the frontlines.
