Prosper City PD Homicide Squad

Chapter 3 First Case

Baxter fell back onto his bed. Hands shaking as he reached for a flask he had sitting on his bed. He yawned then brought the flask to his mouth. After a few drinks, the flask was empty. He sat up, unable to fall asleep. He stood up, walking over to the mirror on his dresser. He glared at himself in the mirror. His dark blue, bloodshot eyes looking into his own as if he were trying to read his own thoughts. His short blonde hair was a mess from the exercise he had today. While the squad seems crazy, some seem at least tolerable. His head was spinning. "What have I gotten myself into?" He silently screamed. That girl, who was she? Why did she kiss him? He glanced into the mirror, watching his form shift. He curled his fingers into a fist, slamming into the mirror and shattering it over the small apartment. He stared at his bleeding hand, not caring about the shards of glass in his knuckles. His anger was interrupted by his phone ringing. He grabbed the phone. "What?" He answered sharply. "Kid we have a case, I've sent Siren and  Zero to pick you up." The captain hung up, letting the lad prepare.

Baxter threw his basic uniform on, loading his gun and pinning the badge to the front of the vest. He threw his white jacket over the vest, pulling the hood over his eyes. It wasn't long before his door opened, all three locks broke as the door was forced open. "Those locks aren't mine you know!" He shouted as his squad mates walked into his apartment. "Sorry lad, no time." They left the apartment, driving towards the scene of the crime. "Don't believe I've met you yet kid." The driver said abruptly. His jet black hair shined in the streetlights breaking the darkness. His equally dark eyes didn't leave the road as he sped down the road. "Baxter? You ok?" He shook his head, still groggy from his whiskey from earlier. "Just not used to being up this late." Silena laughed, checking her gun to make sure it was loaded. "Name's Zero. I'm next on the list to train with you." Baxter looked at the cop, unsure of what he specialized in. He opened his mouth to ask a question, only for the car to come to an abrupt stop. "We're here."

Baxter stepped out into the cold December air, gun drawn as he approached the scene of the crime. The Ballista Theatre, one of Prospers lesser known in the Industrial Quarters to the city. The captain, and his lieutenant stand by a nearby cruiser, talking to the chief of police over a radio. Several of the squad stand at the ready, prepared to jump into action whenever we get the signal. Two officers stand by the door, weapons at the ready. "Kid, nice of you to join us!" Baxter smiled, happy to be out in the field finally. The captain cleared his throat, preparing to give his orders. "Alright team, we have our orders. Victim is some old bag. Two shots to the chest, least a dozen in total over the whole body. Possibility of other deaths is high, and were working with Vice on this one." One of the squad looked back. "Were working with the monkeys today?" The captain laughed. "Guess some of the visitors were druggies." What is the deal with the squads? Did they not get along? "Ok, Minx and I are leading alpha and omega as usual. Baxter, you're on my squad tonight." "Yes sir!" "Lover, Fink, and Zero with me as well!" Baxter prepared himself for his first case, unaware of the dangers that follow this line of work.