Blink And You'll Miss It (Chicago PD)

Dead of Night

*No One's Pov*

They came in the dead of night. Pulling poor, innocent girls out of their beds by their hair and dragging them outside.

The younger ones clutched onto their teddies while the older ones tried to hide their bodies. They felt vulnerable in front of a group of men, who stared down at them with so much disgust.

They wore black suits and black masks but showed one tint of red. Blink and you'll miss it. A small bracelet was attached to each of their wrists, it wasn't tight but whatever it was made from, it was never going to come off or break and if it did, they would be quick to replace it.

They each had a gun in their hands and weren't afraid to use it. It was more to threaten but if it came to it, they would surely fire it. Killing the person straight away. No noise, no pain.

"You can't do this." Said one girl as she stepped forward.

A harsh slap came next as a hand connected with her face. She stood there and stared at the man. He spat in her face but she wiped it off and ran her hand down his chest, giving him his spit back.

"Boss will like this one." One of the men snarled as he reached out and hurled her into a grey van.

About ten other girls were thrown into the grey van until the other five were left standing in the cold.

"They're too young." Said a guy with a younger, less mature voice than the others. "Boss won't want them."

"We can't just leave them, they'll snitch."

One girl let out a whimper and went to run but the man was quick to get her. He shoved her into the wall and smacked a hand over her mouth. She squirmed in his grip but was soon relieved from fighting him when a gun went off.

The man's body dropped to the floor as others ran over and quickly tried to stop the bleeding.

"Oh man." Said the less mature one as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I told you not to touch her!" Shouted the older girl as she pointed the gun at each guy.

"You're out numbered sweetheart." Chuckled one of the men.

"We need to get to the docks now. Boss won't be happy if we get caught."

"Let's get going then. Oh little girl, it's a real shame to have to do this but boss will be happy that he's got you."

The guy swung his fist and hit the girl right in the face, knocking her clean out. The rest of the men looked amazed but soon pulled it together and got into the vans.

The younger guy picked up the dead guy and hauled him into the less packed van.

"She's already a killer." Said the guy as he rubbed his knuckles and looked back at the young blonde as she lay unconscious.

"Blonde is so not her colour." Said the driver.

"I know right. Hopefully boss will give her black hair, make her look more badass."

"Yeah. I can't believe she killed Trevor though. I kind of liked him."

"Oh shut up. You never liked him. He always wanted to do more harm than good. Do you think she'll be okay?"

"Mate, you are eighteen and one of the most powerful men. Pull yourself together. She got what she deserved. She killed one of our own."

"I can still feel bad, Aaron."

"Hey, don't go all soft on me now. You know the rules. No feelings. I thought you understood that a long time ago, Luke."

"I'm just messing with you." Laughed Luke before he looked out the window, a wave of guilt covering his face.