Prolog
The Rain loudly Falls against the Windows of my
Office. The Skyline of Los Angeles is nearly Impossible to identify, because of the fog that lais on the City since the golden hour. The Lights are the only Checkpoint to secure wheres Up and down, otherwise there is nothing but darkness. The normally nearly colossal Buildings merge with the Night and give me goosbumps commonly only the FBI got me.
*You need to find him 'til dawn, Widow. You got that?*
The tone that comes Out of my Phone snappes me Out of my thoughts. The Deep Voice from the Man at the end of the Line Makes me Fantasize. In my Head He is a big, muscular, bald Russian Man with many Tattoos. Does He have a Russian Accent? No. Then why are my thoughts there? Who knows. Maybe i Just overworked myself today? Propably.
*Hello? Widow? Do you Understand the importance of this Mission?*
,,Yes, yes. I-I got it..." I slowly lean Back in my Chair ,,Who again?"
I hear an annoyed sigh from the Man.
*Michaél Burnozwov, from Poland, very small, Red Hair*
Mhm
*I expect absolute perfection*
,,Just let me do my Job, Pal."
i sight exhausted
,,I didnt Order my Reputation and place at Temu, i earned this Shit so please, i politely ask you, have a little Trust in my professionality and experience."
I Just heard a grunt and then the call ended. I lean my Head Back, wondering If i should find this Michaél right now or If i should procrastinate. I stand Up and Walk Out of the Office
,,Tomorrow is it then."
I Take a last Look outside of the Window. A lightning strickes down from the heavy Clouds across the Los Angeles nightsky, making it gleam in a uncomfortable bright light. I Close the Office door and Walk through the hallway. The normally for me so calming Navy Blue of the walls make me nervous all of a sudden.
What when the call was too Long?
What when they were able to track my location? I start to bite my under lip. A Bad habit i have since my childhood.
,,If they could have tracked it i would noticed. Right?"
I ruff my Hair and Grit my teeth
,,Goddamn Stop Overthinking Mazekeen!"
I let myself fall on the Couch and Take my Laptop. The First Thing i do is See, If something on the Dark Web deserves my attention. Nope nothing. But thousands of criminals who wants my undivided attention. At least 95% of them never get to hear my voice. I chuckle by the thought of my importance. Who thought i would get this far? Exept me of course, propably no one. When i try to enter Google, my Security system warns me:
!!!Warning!!! Tracking Location at 2% Success
2% is way too much. Since when can the Government Hack? Or is it a smaller Hacker from the Black Market? It does'nt Matter who it is, i should propably Stop this...
***
,,Mendoza! Get me a Coffee"
I hear the loud and annoying Voice of my Boss, Steffen McShawn. My Best Friend Louis comes to me. His perfectly Brown, beach wavy Hair falls Like a waterfall down His snatched face. I Look in His Hazel Brown eyes and loose myself for a moment. It feels Like im in heaven and Look into an Angels face. His trained Body Looks especially hot in His button Up Shirt the tie around His Neck is a Work of art. How can anyone be so perfect? He gives me a Coffee and smiles
,,Hey Saya"
Immediatly my World brightens Up. Alone His presence Always Made me Happy and komfortable. Without His Support i would have propably given Up already.
,,Hey Louis, thanks for the Coffee but... I dont Drink Coffee"
I laugh.
It was a akward laugh and i regnet it.
Louis asymetrical Smile Makes me forget about the laughs.
,,Its Not for you silly, Its for McShawn"
If i would Imagine myself right now looking at him, i would See myself looking at him with the biggest puppy eyes ever. He is the Most thoughtful, wonderful and gorgeos Person i know and will ever know.
,,Tha-''
,,Saya Mendoza where is my Coffee?"
The loud and rough voice of the head Detective practically pulls me to him.
,,Sorry Louis, i need to Go, See you later"
I stiff my shoulders, fix my clothes and then confidently Walk the way to the Detective Offices. The light yellow of the walls in the hallway really Help me calm down and the sun Which draws funny patterns on the floor make me Smile a little. I May only be 24, but i have my whole Future ahead of me as a LAPD Detective.
Detective Saya Mendoza.
Youngest Detective in the History of the LAPD.
I confidently knock on the door, dont wait for an answer and Just Go in.
,,Heres Your Coffee"
,,That Took you Long enough Mendoza"
He Looks at me with a face that could count as an insult.
,,Dont ya think that you get treated better, Just because you're somethin' Special."
,,I never thought so, im Here to-"
,,Yeah i got it, you're Here because you want to Change the World and make it a better place. I Heard this picture book answer a million' Times already kiddo, and Not many Made it 'til the end.
The smug grin Makes him even more punshable. He is so insolent and ignorant, i really Just want to wipe that Look Out of His face. His died blonde Hair is hanging greasy and unkempt around His round face. His beard was wild and untamed, the brows looked almost Like a jungle. One big Monobrow Jungle. He looked more Like a monkey than a man, but who am i to judge this. I Just nodded.
,,Go to Work now"
,,Of course"
I Turn around to Go when i hear him clear His throat.
,,The newbies Always Bring the Coffee"
I Just nod and silently leave the room.
***
,,Holy shit..."
I sit Up from my King sized bed with the worst headache ever. When i Look Out my Window, i See that the sun already Stands high in the sky.
,,What time is it?"
10:36
,,Fuck."
I need to find this Michel. Or Mickey? What was His Name? The White walls of my bedroom make it Look very bright. The sun directly shines into my room and im blinded by Its light. In my Room is only what really is necessary. A Bed, a closet and a nightstand. All in White. The big Closet is decorated with noble, curved, wooden Ornaments and heavy Doors. My four poster Bed, Which Stands in the middle of the Wall, is facing the big Window. I slowly stand Up. My legst are shaking and my blonde curly Hair is hanging in my face. In my big sleeping Shirt i Go to the kitchen. The big Black Marmor plates make it Look more appreaciated and expensive than it's actually is. I never Cook. I can't even Cook. Why do i have a kitchen?
I reach for the upper cupboards and Grab a Cup.
I need a Cup of Tea.
With the Cup in my Hand i Go along the Main corridor. The Navy Blue walls still make me feel anxious.
,,What has gotten into me?"
I Open the black door to my Office where im greeted by a stunning View over the LA Skyline. The sun is shining bright and heating Up my Computer.
,,Really? And this was necessary? I think i prefer Rain and Thunder over sun."
I sit down and start my system.
,,Its time to find you, Mickey"
Creators Note:
This was the Prolog of ,,True color of the Streetlights" i really Hope you Liked it. Its very short and has many Perspective switches, but i Like it. The next one will be longer and get more into Detail. This time i Just wanted to Test the story a little :P
Love ya and thanks for the Support!
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