One in the Same

Ch. 18: Arkyn

THIS MESSAGE IS FOR THE THREE INDIVIDUALS LOCATED IN THE WAREHOUSE.

PATRICK

ANNA NICOLE.

SYLIVA MOONE.

THIS IS THE SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT ALONG WITH THE SWAT TEAM. WE HAVE THE PLACE SURROUNDED. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP. NO ONE NEEDS TO GET HURT TONIGHT.

A moment of silence passed, before the massage was repeated. The sound of my heartbeat hammering in my ears took over, muffling out the speaker outside the room I was in. Right next door to everything. A spotlight took over the front entrance to the warehouse. Men in uniform and guns covered the other exits, others on the roof, snipers im assuming.

Boys roll fucking deep.

Slapping the final velcro strip across my mid section. I tugged the bulletproof vest to be sure it was secure. Success, that it was. My mouth was dry, my hands were cold and clammy with anxiety, but I had no choice but to trust these men. They all have been on the force for years -- decades, even. Some of which I somewhat remember from being processed through WPP.

"Alright, boys, listen up, here's how this is going to go. Now, the subject being Anna Nicole. Aged thirty one, one hundred and twenty pounds, brunette hair, but now died a deep shade of red. She escaped from prison a couple of months ago, and we have been attempting to look for her since." Collins eyes scanned the room, face on ten with demeanor and determination. "Shes known to be a dangerous woman. Even though looking at her form it doesn't do much justice but this one here," Collings hiked his thumb over in my direction, Has the proof and details to say that what my jaws yapped to you is true. She's got a hyperfixation on a relationship with the target behind me. Now, I know our jobs are far from easy, and sometimes things that can happen. Nonetheless, we do our duty to bring the guilty to justice, and protect the ones who cannot protect themselves."

The rest of the men in the room nodded, as they prepared to go down putting up a fight. While Collins was bent over a table explaining the plan, my mind wandered. I heard the pan previous from Jake. My eyes darted over to him on the opposite side of the room. Biting his thumbnail, he too was nervous for the outcome.

My mind drifted off to the last conversation him and I had before we got here. Before everything was a fucking mess, and I somehow still felt responsible for it all...

"Did Sylvia ever tell you how she knows me?" Jake asked. My lips thinned into a straight line.

"No, but you hinted at the fact she was Danielle when you came to my restaurant unannounced." I teased.

A small smile tugged at his lips before it turned to a frown, "Did she ever tell you about what happened after you left?"

I stopped tying my sneaker to look up at him over my brows that raised my forehead. Crossing my arms. I leaned back into the chair I was sitting at, waiting for him to continue.

"Its not really my story-"

"Well the cats are out of the bag now, Jay. So.. might as well get to petting it, too."

After a moment, everything came out, and it was all in full swing hereafter.

"Sy...Danielle was a wreck after not hearing from you for two weeks. She ended up quitting her job a few days after you left. She stuck it out the best she could, but with everything hitting her every single day, she couldn't do it. So she put in her notice and her last day was yesterday." Jake sighed, scratching his jaw.