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22| 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑦?

Diana stared at the barrel of the gun that was pointed directly at the point between her eyes.

She had a big laceration over her left eyebrow and was afraid it would leave a scar - if she was going to survive the end of the day that was. Blood was running down her face and crimson droplets stained her white shirt.

Next to her sat Charlie. His arm was bleeding from the wound which was caused by a bullet that grazed him earlier. Thankfully, it was only a small wound, so at least they didn't have to worry about that.

The two detectives were bound together by a pair of their own handcuffs, with the keys laying abandoned on the ground a few meters away.

It had been a simple situation. Just a few hours ago Diana and a Charlie had been knocking on the doors of the club called 'Adler'. What they didn't expect was to find heavily tatted up guys with guns on them.

Who could have guessed that their victim had been involved with the Chinese mafia?

Apparently, while partying, she had looked for the toilet and accidentally opened a door that she shouldn't have. Usually, the door was locked and had someone standing guard, but that day nobody had been there.

The men had followed Mirabelle from then on, not knowing what she saw and how much her drunken state could comprehend.

One night, Mirabelle had left home after a big fight with her grandparents - who didn't approve of her relationship. She had called her 'girlfriend' Cheyenne and left her a message when she didn't answer.

When she crossed a street, the men decided to just end it, seeing as there were neither cameras not people around. They thought thy were smart, that Jo one would find out who did it, but they didn't think two detectives would actually show up at their front door.

The men talked in Chinese, which both detectives didn't understand. The one holding the gun let his hand sink and put it away slowly, but that didn't change the situation at all. Thy still had the gun, while Diana and Charlie were unarmed and also bound together.

Suddenly, the big doors opened and an elderly man came in. He was wearing traditional Chinese clothes and had tattoos peaking out from underneath them on his hands and throat.

He stared at the two detectives for a few seconds, before he let out a low growl and walked towards the back room. Meanwhile, the men around him bowed deeply, only standing up straight again after he was out of sight.

Shortly after he left, the doors were opened again. This time, a young woman entered. Her high heels made clicking sounds as she walked over the tiles on the ground over to the men, who nodded at her. It was very obvious she was wearing a wig, and while the big sun glasses made it hard for her to really get a good look at the woman, she immediately knew who was standing in front of her.

"Officer Slater?"

Her with a vibrant red lipstick covered lips curved up into a smile as she put down the shades. She leant down, her brown eyes practically glowing - like she just got a new toy.

No, this was not the officer Diana and Charlie knew. She was so nice to everyone and such an exceptional role model that she was the face of a campaign that was supposed to bring the citizens and the police closer together. The usually rather shy woman who always fulfilled every order with precision and was trusted by everyone in the precinct was nothing more than a façade.

"My, my, if it isn't the detectives Park and Ryder. How are you doing on such a lovely day?"

"Cut it out, Slater! You're a spy?"

"Ts, ts, ts, is that how you should talk to a woman?" She leaned forward and grabbed his jaw to get a good look, before sharing a few words in Chinese with the men behind. After a few sentences, she continued in English. "Oh, no, that would be such a waste. We could at least sell their organs and get some money out of them, don't you think?"