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THE RIDE: CHAPTER ONE WASHINGTON DC, 2003.
It was one of the longest investigations that the woman had been on her in 7 year career— but it was coming to an end, on a positive note.
Another case nearly down.
She and her work partner were unstoppable, it had seemed like. Every case they were asked to be on ended in success for them, and if benefitted everybody— meaning the unit they worked for and the cooperation as a whole.
"We got a 11-99 on 39th and Lennox..." the man echoed aloud, quickly gaining the attention of his counterpart.
"What happened?"
Sydney adjusted herself as the car made a sharp u turn, waiting for the man to fill her on what occurred.
"Brown blew his cover."
"Oh god..." the woman muttered. That within itself meant the investigation was backtracking.
What was typically a 20 minute drive turned into a 10 minute one, as the car quickly weaved through traffic without flaw.
Soon the two cops were stopped at the said location, staying low as their eyes watched the interaction unfold between the fellow informant cop and the suspects.
"Wesley...shouldn't we wait?"
"We don't have time to wait Syd. Look at him." the man spoke, "he could get killed at any moment."
"But we have to play it safe. We don't wan—"
"There's no such thing as safe right now Sydney. This is a play on time!" Wesley urged the woman. He quietly got out of the vehicle, gathering his things carefully. He looked up, expecting Sydney to follow his lead.
But the woman hadn't moved from the seat. She only glanced at the man in concern and dismay.
"Wow." Wesley chuckled, seeing the woman was up to term with him, "So I'm doing this alone?"
"I don't feel good about this, Wesley. I just think we should wai—"
"AHHHHH!!!!"
The terrorizing screams alerted both of the agents, making them go into an immediate mode. Wesley held his gun upward, creeping to the scene. He looked behind as he felt a particular presence— it was none other than his partner behind him, following his steps. "It takes all of this for you to get up and move?"
