(OLD) 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓞𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓶𝓮 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 2: What a Steal

Gemstone Bar

Lukas' POV

I rested my head down at the counter bar after finishing up my 2nd beer. Petra noticed and walked to my direction but I shook my head, signaling that I didn't need any more beer. I'm supposed to take my mind off what happened earlier. It's been a long day, until there was an attempted breakout and they managed to get away.

Flashback between prologue and chapter 1

I was driving on my way back to the BPD station to keep watch on couple of drug-dealers who just got arrested. It was pretty dark but luckily I dranked some coffee since everyone else is tired and about to go home. Me on the other hand, I got nothing else waiting for me back home, especially after what happened to my late-fiancé.

I still couldn't let go of grief nor even try to forget about him. Me and Jesse used to be close to the point to where we were engaged. I was really happy when I thought I'm getting married to him.

Now that he's not around anymore, what else that was out there waiting for me? How can I tell the news to his sister? I noticed how close they were too, even I treated her as family.

It'd be wrong not to tell her, but I didn't want to think how she'd react if she found out.

Some of their old friends who knew Jesse begin to blame me because I was a North sider.

Rumors around them said a North sider turned a South sider against their own kind only to meet their deserved fate. I've been hearing that same crap like that everywhere everytime I drive around the South side.

It's not entirely true, of course Jesse's from the South side but I managed to help him and his sister their way out so he'll be able to support his sister and their better future.

That was his choice.

It's better than to commit crimes for a living.

Geez...easier said than done. It's what a lot of South neighborhoods be doing for years.

What caught me off guard was a motorcycle suddenly went past my car in the opposite direction. I couldn't take a look at the motorist because it was dark at that time and that was definitely speeding about this road speed limit.

It's never safe to go above 60 mph at night time.

Just when I was about to make a u-turn to go after that motorist, I immediately paused when I heard one of my colleagues attempted to communicate through their walkie-talkie, saying how their van got crashed on the same road I was in right now.

I didn't think a moment when I continue driving on forward until I saw smoke ahead, and most of the pieces from the back of the van everywhere. I parked to the side, leaving the siren lights on to let the other drivers know there was a crime scene here. After requesting for emergency, I got out of the car and looked around to see only a few arrested criminals injured, struggling to escape and 2 officers are laying weak.

Judging by the back gate being damaged, the flat tires, the van being the only vehicle at the scene, and this strange flat device that's not part of the van. That's gotta be some kind of bomb.

Then I remember the motorist from before. They came from the opposite direction from where the transport van crashed.

2 figures.

A driver.

A passenger.

That passenger was definitely one of the escaped criminals.