2038: Vincent

Glass Saves Me

Vincent and I both barely slept last night, continuing to relapse on that plan. The snow wouldn't melt at all since it would snow even more that afternoon. We got dressed in warm clothes– well, I got dressed in warm clothes, and Vincent wore his uniform. We hurried out the door, down the road, and to the headquarters on foot since our car was totaled. Luckily, they had more in case something happened during an android's mission. We drove to the same spot we crashed at where the debris of the old light post and bits of windshield were scattered, only it was all cleaned looking like nothing happened. We looked around for anything, then when there was nothing, we decided to look where the car turned and left us in the dust. There, we found a side view mirror that looked to belong to a sports car.

Evidence.

The deviant was driving so fast, he probably lost control like us but didn't crash as bad. Parts of a building were scraped, leaving small streaks of black paint. Vincent took a photo of that, and we moved downwards to the next street where we found exactly what we needed:

Blue blood.

It couldn't have been mine or Vincent's since we were up exactly two blocks from here. I took an evidence bag from the back of the car and scooped it with my glove. The snow will melt, but still leave the DNA in the water.

"Nice findings." Vincent encouraged me. I smiled, and continued looking for more things. Vincent found more blood, and put it in a separate bag in case it wasn't the same. Scraps of tire were around in little bits, and I added that. Had the deviant also gotten into a crash? I went back to the car to set my evidence down when a black car zoomed past us again, but it was different. It had no left side view mirror, and there was a brand new tire on it. On the tail light was a small splatter of dark blue. I dragged Vincent to the car quickly and pointed out the deviant. We stepped on it, but this time only going about 60 in the snow. The suspect tried to swerve away again, but this time lost control and tumbled into a ditch. We parked to the side and slinged our weapons out, yelling inaudible things at the deviant who was attempting to get out of his car. We saw two hands go up over the roof from the window, and we made our way over. I took his hands from behind and pulled him out of the car. Broken glass fell out from the window and sunk into the snow on impact. More snowflakes fluttered onto us and a small breeze chilled our bones. I attempted to force the deviant's hands behind his back, but he whipped his head back into my nose, making me let go of him and falling into the crevice of the ditch. I fumbled in my coat and belt for my revolver, but realized it was on the trunk of the car. Vincent tried to go for him when he saw me fall, but slipped and fell from the snow. The deviant had my gun, and aimed it at my head, watching to see if Vincent would pull his gun out, but it was buried in the snow somewhere. My hands froze in the snow, but I knew if I made any hand movements I'd be killed.

"Stay right there. Don't fucking move." He trembled, still staring Vincent and I down.

"I won't move, but please, I'm only sixteen." I pleaded, not afraid to die, but not wanting to die either. I had it planted in my brain; you're too young to die.

"No way," The deviant cackled. "You can't be working for the police department at sixteen!"

"I can too." I smiled painfully at him. My hand was numb from the snow now, but I could feel a small poking sensation on one of my fingers. I believed it was just frostbite starting, or my finger broke again. I looked over my shoulder at my hand, and saw my blood deep in the snow.

"Why are you looking at your hand?" The deviant yelled, lowering my gun just a little. I turned back, still fumbling around in the snow. I looked at the car window and realized the glass had broken right next to me, and that was exactly what poked me. I made up a mini plan to distract the deviant, and then do something to kill him.

"I hear sirens behind you! Our partners are coming." I raised my voice at him, who was stupid enough to look back, having my weapon completely lowered. I took the chance to grab the shard of glass and chuck it right at him. It was huge and had multiple sharp points on it. I got lucky with the hit; right in the chest. I heard Vincent gasp, then the sound of the deviant's body falling down the trunk of the car and into the snow. I turned to grab Vincent's pistol, and shot the deviant one last time with my thawed hand. My revolver released from his hand and back into the snow. I went back and picked it up, stuffing it back into my belt. Vincent smiled at me as I helped him up from the ground, and we left the scene, barely unharmed.