welcome, inspector

Not-So-Right

By the time I had burst into the station, one officer had been knocked out and the other taken away.

The other officers glared at me, widening their eyes as if waiting for an explanation.

"So where are officers Brie and Carlson?"

The first question came as I slid into the station.

"Y'all need to help! Quick!" I panted, my plead echoing throughout the station.

A few officers came to me, as I opened the partially frosted glass door.

We jogged towards the unconscious Carlson, his head buried in the once thriving gardening area.

I swept the snow off his face as a few others lifted him up, "Brie was kidnapped, I don't know where she is, could some of you look for her?"

Out of five officers, four volunteered and ran to the carpark, "Well that reaction was milder than expected," I said shakily to myself as the other officer and I dragged Carlson to the station.

"Oh my-"

"What the hell happened Chapper?"

"What have you done?"

As we dragged Carlson to the infirmary, located at the back of the station, these questions kept coming as a few officers followed us.

Before we reached the infirmary, we were too surrounded to move.

"Where's Brie?" One asked, "GONE," I replied, my voice on the verge of breaking, "and I couldn't do anything about it."

I continued trying to wake Carlson up.

"What the hell you mean?" An officer stepped up, big sized with tattoos trailing his neck.

As I looked at his badge, he was the second-in-command for the Tasked Armed Force.

"She's n-not dead, I mean I hope so, but-" he pinned me on the wall, lifting me up by both my collars, being a head taller than me.

"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?"

"Calm down, Markus," the officer assisting me said, waving his arms at the big officer.

"What happened..." Carlson sat up, rubbing his forehead with his palm.

His eyes widened, "Brie-" he got up, ready to leave the station.

The officer loosened his grip on me, letting me fall on my rear.

The attention was on Carlson now, "Sir, do you know where Brie is?"

"So much for a change of tone," I remarked extremely silently.

"She's been taken away," Carlson turned to me, "Chapper, come along, he tossed me a pistol he found on the table."

"Sir, you need to stay here to keep charge of what's happening right now, we've got unverified calls from residents around this area that there's been shootings around— we just got one; the bar's been shot up."

  Carlson scratched his head, "Wherever James is, tell him that he's in charge, Brie is top priority right now, she absolutely cannot be killed, all of you, policemen or women, you all have a job; to protect this small town off the outskirts of Alabama. So just bear with me, we need to work efficiently, with this town in trouble, we cannot afford anymore casualties."

  "Is that understood?"

  They all answered in unison, the obvious answer.

  "Come on Chapper, oh Markus you come along too, we need a garrison in case they overwhelm us."