ROSES (VIRUS FAMILY) #WATTY'S2016

INSURGENCE PT 2

           The first explosion rocked the foundation of the precinct to its core, causing a state of hysteria and utter confusion. The brave ones managed to gather up courage and go outside to see of what help they could be. Whereas the cowardly stayed behind, she couldn't act yet. The wailing of the fire trucks siren was like an insignia of hope, everyone heaving a sigh relief until a series of explosions shuts down the melody. This time around, everyone rushes out of the precinct, some fearing it was next due to the number of times a precinct has been blown to bits, whilst others to offer their services and condolences.

          She made sure till the last person was out then she picked the locks. She got up and massaged her wrists, looking around to make sure she's completely alone then she goes to work. Her client said not to worry about the cameras, that they'll be taken care of by another inside man in the precinct. I pad across the office quickly, checking for a desk with the name Sandra Ann on it. Just randomly checking the names on a desk, I can feel my heart beating hard against my chest, a constant thought finding its way into my head despite how hard I fight to suppress it.

What if you get caught?  Worst yet, what if both you and your client get caught?.

         I finally know tranquility when I find her desk, her  system is switched on and no password is on it. She might've forgotten to lock it or she's the inside mole.

That's not your problem now. Your task now is to retrieve the information on her system.

    The voice in my head is right. That's not my concern. I take my sit on her chair and pluck out the flash-drive from my bra. I quickly insert the flash into a port and start looking for the documents on her system. My hands are shaking and the thoughts come back.

You don't have the balls to do it. You'll be caught and it's back to the gaol for you.

    I shrug off the voices and get serious. I have only five minutes allotted to me. To retrieve both the documents from her system and also to wipe out her criminal record off the officer's system. I go to the search bar and type in the name of the document.

       Everything needed for the operation was planned perfectly. The easy access to the system and the name of the file she's searching for granted onto her. She finds the document and starts sending it to the flash.

       She looks over to her left and catches sight of the officer's system, she too didn't log out. I get up quickly and in two quick strides, I'm at her desk, already taken my place on her chair. I quickly click on the  menu bar  and search for her recent activities. I find the file containing my recent criminal record then quickly delete it. By the time I'm done, the files are done sending. I eject it from the port and I leave the system as I met it.

        I scan around for the office that belongs to someone called 'Dave's.  I notice the once glassy clean windows are now tainted with dirt and dusts from the explosives giving the main office a darker and ominous tone to it. Every radio in this room is ringing the same tune.

'Calling all units, there's been a ten fifty nine in the thirteenth precinct on East twenty street. Please respond.'

      That's not my problem, my search comes to a halt as I find the Navy blue door with the name Detective Dave written on it. I shove my hand into the ripped pockets of my jacket and pry out the keycard. I fumble it in my hands out of nervousness as I walk swiftly to his office door and swipe it in,  granting me easy access into his office.

    I pad slowly into his office, switching on the lights, immediately illuminating the office, granting it a light touch. The office is well furnished. Documents are spilled all over the light brown oak desk, next to the system. By the corner is a single window, blessing the viewer with a beautiful sight of the macabre happenings ongoing in front of the precinct. She takes a sit on the cushioned leather chair, the kind that's used mostly in offices. She glances at the documents by her side on the desk, her fingers trailing across the word printed in red on the document,  CLASSIFIED, she quickly rummages through the documents assimilating information instantly until she reaches the last document.