She's on the run... but she actually likes the chase. A short story about an agent who has to get Toxic off the streets before she kills yet another.
A$AP Rocky short.
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••Agent Bryan••
I vigorously rubbed the crust from the corners of my eyes as I tried to concentrate on the thick stack of white papers that adorned the top of my mahogany desk. Last night I endured another sleepless night. Over the past four years that I have been lead detective of the Philadelphia division, I have learned to cope without sleep. "You will have all the time in the world to sleep when you die, but right now get the job done." I shook my head at my father's austere words returning to haunt me. Five years since my old man passed and he was still inspiring me to work my ass off. I tugged on the ends of my shoulder length braids as I studied the murder case that was shoved underneath my office door the night before.
Oscar Reid : twenty-three year old college drop-out, unemployed, found dead in a motel room two days ago. "Two days ago? Why the fuck am I now seeing this?!" My voice resounded through my open office door, and pervaded the small lobby like structure that was opposite to my office. Two seconds later, Agent Self, a Caucasian women who's been working at the district even longer than my father was; and my father worked here for twenty-four years, came strolling into my office with a mug of coffee in her hand. "Drink this, Daniel. I can already tell that you're running on zero hours of sleep."
I sent a nasty glare her way before averting my attention back down to the file in front of me. Agent Self knows how I feel about anyone in the department referring to their esteemed colleagues by their first names. Just because she was one of my father's closest friends at the division doesn't mean that she can get all buddy-buddy with me. "Why am I now seeing this homicide case, Self?"I sipped on the febrile cup of coffee as I watched her lips twist to the side. "With all due respect Daniel, I--"
"Agent Bryan." I quickly snapped before placing the steaming cup of black energizer onto my desk. Those few sips did nothing for me. I needed about four bottles of '5-Hour Energy' if I was going to make it until the end of the day. "Agent Bryan, I am now getting word of this homicide case as well. It seems as if Jess, I mean Mrs. Livingston had some issues with the copy machine." She giggled before quickly zipping it after I cleared my throat. "Thanks for the coffee. I'm heading down to the crime scene, you coming with?" I took a long sip of the scorching drink, coughing obnoxiously once it burned my throat. "I'll drop by later on. I--"
"You will swing by there now." My word was final and she knew it. This woman was old enough to be my mother yet I was speaking to her as if we were the same age. I was her boss though, and this whole aggressive facade came with the job. I was a pretty chill guy whenever I wasn't working. I was always working, though. I grabbed my black suit jacket from the back of my office door, and shrugged into it before starting out the door. "Grab those files for me!" I called out to Self as I made my way towards the elevators. I bumped into Mrs. Livingston on my trot to the elevator, causing her to fall onto her bum and the myriad of papers that she once had in her hold went spiraling in different directions. I smacked my lips before sticking a hand out and helping her up. "I am so sorry, Agent Bryan. I--"
