Sotus AU Collection

Love Shot

Cops AU

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Arthit couldn't control his panic as he stepped out of the vehicle, a hoard of different cars stopping behind his in a barricade. Looking at the decrepit looking house, his heart hammered against his chest and his hand instinctively followed to the gun strapped to his waist, impatient to enter.

"Arthit." Knock called him from behind, exiting the driver's seat of the same car. He did look back, with all of his concern exposed on his face. "We have to wait for the orders. They have to block the back exit."

"There's no time Knock!"

"If we do it wrong all this was for nothing." His partner kept the serene look although the tension on his jaw was visible. "Control your emotions, Arthit. Remember your training."

Every cell on his body begged him to say 'screw it' and run inside, but he controlled himself. Knot was right, he had to follow through with the plan or everything would go down the drain.

In no time, everyone was ready, including Arthit who retrieved his gun, waiting for the signal. As soon as the device on their ears transmitted the order to go ahead, he wasted no time approaching the house.

The door to the house was obviously locked, but it didn't remain like that for long, as another member of the team used a battering ram to breach it open, allowing the forces to enter, led by Knot and Arthit.

Everything was quiet.

Too quiet.

A few men stepped forward, covering the floor. A few seconds later, one of them left the cluttered living room area, signing to them that everything appeared clear.

Exchanging a meaningful look with Knock, they signed to rest of the team before walking towards the stairs. As they ascended in a set formation, Arthit could feel each step echoing on his chest.

He had been in many missions before, but that one had to the most terrifying of them all. Everything was on the line to him. Something more important than his life.

Arthit was the first to reach the top of the stairs, encountering a large space with old bulky furniture scattered around, and multiple doors for other spaces. Recognizing the space as an area of risk the man was about to sign behind him for the team to cover the ground, when...

BANG!

Automatically the man ducked, barely escaping. But there was no time to relish in the luck of bullet having missed his target, has an income of bullet followed. 

With the sound of his blood rushing through his ears and screams around him, Arthit jumped behind a big wooden dresser.

It took him a few short moments of breathing heavily, with his back pressed against the dresser and gun gripped on his hand for him to recover. There was no time to waste, however, as Knot jumped beside him, shouting orders to the other men.

Back to the present, Arthit adrenally picked.

With stern eyes and the veins on his neck protruding, he peeked from the hiding place.

A barrage of bullets was exchanged for intense moments, but the police force easily outnumbered the two ruffians who had firearms, one of them ending up on the floor clutching the wound on his arm and the other cowering into police's orders.