"I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier."

Chapitre 1

Jane ducked in time to avoid a series of bullets coming her way and ran to take cover behind a pyramid of metallic barrels. Gunshots were echoing everywhere around her making it hard to pinpoint where the shooters were hiding. She glanced at her partner who was crouched down behind large wooden boxes and checking his cartridge clip. She did the same and made a face. She was almost out of bullets. Soon enough she would be left unarmed in a dark warehouse full of criminals with automatic and semi-automatic weapons. The two detectives were clearly disadvantaged there. They had been wrong tipped and sent straight to hell where a dozen of heavily armed guys were waiting for them. They had opened fire as soon as they saw the detectives who could only hide to return the favour.

They were two against a dozen. They had no chance of coming out of that warehouse alive if backup wasn't showing up. Jane had called for them already, but they still hadn't showed up. No sirens could be heard over the racket of flying bullets. Jane grabbed her phone.

"Rizzoli. Victor 8-2-5. My partner and I are currently trapped in a shootout. We need assistance immediately!"

"Copy that, Rizzoli. Backup is on the way."

"They better hurry up!"

Bullets ricocheted above her head forcing her to duck and fire back. They knew where she was hiding, she was firing in the dark, losing her precious ammunitions.

"Back up will be there in five minutes."

"We don't have five minutes!"

They were short on ammunitions. She had five, Frost had three. A total of eight bullets to survive an army. They didn't even have advantage of the field. The place belonged to that gang, and they knew it like the back of their hands.

She risked a glance outside of her hiding spot and was rewarded with a new volley of bullets. One of them grazed her forehead before she could retreat. Another hit the barrel just above her head. She cursed. The bastards were moving. They were safe nowhere. The gang was closing in on them.

A single shot got Frost in the chest. He was wearing a vest but still. Jane remembered all too well the day her brother was shot in his. He nearly died that day. She didn't want the same thing happening to her partner. Or to herself.

"Where's that damn back up?" she yelled in the phone. "My partner's been shot!"

She caught sight of a man rushing toward Frost to end his life. She reacted purely on instinct and shot him dead with one single bullet. Frost raised his gun to fire at another man targeting him but at the last moment, he turned his weapon toward her and pressed the trigger. She pressed herself to the ground so she wouldn't be on the line. She heard a loud thud and a body fell on her. She pushed it away and thanked Frost for saving her life.

His clip was empty now. He had used his last bullet to save Jane. His only option was a hand-to-hand fight, but he stood no chance in that situation. He could only protect himself as best as possible by taking cover. It was useless. A first bullet caught him in the knee. Jane yelled his name. A second bullet hit him in the neck. It only took a few minutes for him to lose all his blood.

Jane's hands were trembling on her gun now. Tears were blurring her sight. She fired her last bullets in direction of the man that had killed Frost. She was surrounded. Yet, she wouldn't give up that easily. She moved silently to find a better cover. She didn't see the man that emerged in front of her before it was too late. In a handful of seconds, it was over. She didn't even hear or feel the bullet that lodged itself in her head. She was already gone.

The remaining members of the gang ran away at the sound of police sirens screaming outside the warehouse. The doors burst open. Police officers filled the place. But it was too late.

"Detective Rizzoli, backup is here."