A red beetle rolls out onto the old airfield. The two detectives opens their car doors and exited the car. Zack looks around, surprised and says "Wait! Where are the drug dealers?"
"There is no drug dealers."
Zack turns around to see James holding a pistol to his face.
"Whoa.. whoa.. What are you doing?" Asked Zack.
"Just business. " James tried to click the gun, but he couldn't. He couldn't bear to kill an innocent man. But he needed the money. He lowers the gun and squatted onto the floor.
"What... am i doing?!" Cried James.
James dropped the gun.
"I can't... kill...."
"I know he ordered you to kill me. I heard. You know what else I heard? That he's corrupted. He works for the gangsters. Not us."
"Wha-"
"We will rise against him. "
"He's a boss! THE BOSS! We can't rise against him, we could lose our jobs!"
Zack paused for awhile, then replied. "That man tried to kill me! Tried to order YOU to kill me. Even if we get fired, we still uphold the code: justice."
"I need the money. My Daughter, she needs a surgery. I can't just quit!"
"What if... we report him to the superiors? Get him fired!"
James turned away. "They... are corrupted too."
"Then we cannot ask anyone for help. We have to do this ourselves."
James turned to look at him. Curiously, he asked. "How? What?"
"Listen to me. We are going to stop him. Since the authorities can't help us, we have to do it ourselves."
"How?" James looked up.
"We kill him"
