Gavin positioned himself close to the iron door, observing the team surrounding him. A single nod indicated their readiness. He tightened his grip on his gun. With a forceful kick, the door was brought down, and he stormed inside, everyone shouting "police". The room fell into an eerie silence. Their intelligence seemed to be incorrect. Gavin scanned the empty storage house where a significant drug delivery was supposed to take place, but there was no one to be found. Complaints from his colleagues echoed in his ears as they expressed their frustration over the flawed information they had received.
"Well, now he definitely won't receive a reduced sentence," Marcus, his best friend, commented.
Gavin remained silent, instead instructing them to search the premises, hoping to discover some clues about what had transpired. Something felt amiss. The silence was deafening. He continued exploring the area filled with empty wooden crates and iron barrels, his grip on the gun never loosening. He cautiously maneuvered into the corners of the room. Approaching another door, he kicked it down, only to find an empty office, devoid of any signs of activity, much like the rest of the place.
"Strange," he muttered.
Suddenly, a sound reached his ears, one he should have reacted to more swiftly, but he couldn't quite identify it. He moved through the narrow space between a large wooden crate and the wall. As he turned the corner, he came face-to-face with a bomb, its timer ticking down with seconds remaining.
"BOMB!" he shouted, sprinting away. However, he hadn't gotten far before the explosion occurred, propelling him through the air. He crashed hard onto the side of an iron table, feeling something snap inside him.
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A Few Steps To Your Heart
RomanceGavin lost his ability to walk after a police raid went horribly wrong. He falls into a deep dark hole, unable to accept his new reality. His parents decide to hire a helper, the daughter of good friends of theirs, Georgia, who volunteers with disab...
