We all had to go get new cars and once the smoke died down, they let me back outside.
Until then, I had to talk by Walki-Talki and watch from the windows.
I sit at my desk later that night, drumming my fingers on my desk.
Curious, I start doing some research.
And then I get a lead.
"Well, shit." I say.
"Find something?" Snyder asks hopefully.
"Yes. Finally."
I put everything on the smart board.
"Two months ago, same thing happened in Florida. Every day since that day, all around the country, there have been entire neighborhoods dying. Killer moves to fast and leaves no evidence. The person is never caught. They start with the bad neighborhoods first and move up higher by cost of living for that neighborhood. The next highest neighborhood is going to happen tonight. After doing some searching, that next neighborhood should be in-" I do a bit of typing. "West Park. My neighborhood."
"That's where my parents live." Armstrong says.
"Let's go." Snyder says.
"Why hasn't it made the news?" Luke asks.
"They're trying to keep it low until something is figured out. It's on the FBI's list though."
We all rush to the neighborhood and I hide in the trees across from the park. We took different cars.
I parked at the end of the street.
We're split up.
I lay in the dirt with my gun ready.
My walkie talkie is up and ready for anything.
I'm in the entrance to the neighborhood.
My volume is turned almost all the way down. It's quiet enough that I can hear anyone but nobody else will hear it.
The sun starts to come up.
I hear the purring of a car.
A black Ford F350 that is lifted a few feet pulls up with a giant black semi trailer attached.
A person in a black hoodie gets out.
I press the button on the walkie talkie.
"I have visual." I whisper.
I stand up and point my gun.
I sprint across the street and once I'm close enough to kill, I say, "Federal Agent! Drop your weapon!"
The person whips around.
It's a female. There's a mask on but I see blond eyebrows and brown eyes.
She starts shooting so I start shooting back.
Turning around, the girl runs back to the semi, still shooting.
I shot her nine times in the chest and each time she didn't bleeding.
She shoots at me three times and hits me every time, making me fall, and then gets in the semi and takes off.
I make sure the peek at the semi before I let myself recognie the pain. 7A6 6DC. I repeat it over and over.
I just lay there.
Luke pages in on the talking but I just lay in someones driveway, feeling like a fish out of water. My lungs and chest ache.
"Oh goodness!" a women gasps. "Oh, Marcus, call 911!"
"That won't be necessary." Snyder says, flashing his badge.
"Oh fuck." Luke gasps, winded. I feel Snyder feel my pulse.
