Lethal Elite

[25]

I started lurking down the hallway looking at the pictures on the walls of the men and women who worked for fourth street police previously. I then approached an office that had Detective Michael Pete's name tag on the door so I decided to walk in.

His office was very clean but messy at the same time. There were all sorts of different files and papers scattered across his desk. I began going through them and one particular file caught my eye. There was a picture of a bald head muscular man that had tattoos all over his arms and one large tattoo written across his chest that was written in what looked like Chinese. Then, there was another picture of the back of him and he had a tattoo of huge black bird wings on his back. There was one single name written on the nameplate of the picture ...

"Jax?" I whispered to myself.

Then all of a sudden, a gust of wind flew in opening the window in the office. Making all of the files and papers fall onto the ground. I then quickly ran to the window to shut it. But before I could shut the window, I started hearing footsteps walking down the hall towards the office.

"Shit." I whispered to myself as I quickly tried to get all of the files off of the floor.

The footsteps started getting closer and closer. They were probably half way down the hall by now and getting ready to approach the door. There was a last set of files on the floor and they had my last name written across it as plural, "Coveere's."

I tried to open the file but the footsteps began approaching the door closer and closer. So I started looking around the office for a quick escape and I couldn't find anything but a small closet and the door began to slowly open.

"I could've sworn I heard somebody in here." an officer said peeking his head through the door.

Another officer then walked in behind him "Well obviously you were wrong Tim. And you better hurry up and find the girl before Melanie comes and cuts both of our balls off and feasts on them."  He said before walking out of the room.

"Yeah you are right about that. I mean she will literally cut off our balls and suck the blood from them until they wrinkle like raisins," The other officer said before following behind him.

I had barely made it to the closet before they entered. I began searching all of my pockets looking for my cell phone. Once I found it, I turned on the flashlight and started looking around the closet. The closet was full of police jackets, batons, and gas masks. I could barely see a thing.

I carefully pressed my hands on the wall, trying to pull myself up from the ground and it made a slow creaking noise. I pressed on it a second time and the creaking noise got louder. I pressed it a third time and it turned into a lever, flipped me over and I fell into a dark dusty hole. 

The files fell with me and I rolled them up and stuffed them inside the side of my pants. I used my phone's flashlight to guide me down the hole and it led to a door. The door was wooden and covered in muck. There was something gold and shiny peaking through the muck on the door so I reached out and wiped the door off and there was a title that said "A&D's" flower shop on it. There was a small symbol next to the title. The symbol was so simple but so beautiful, it was a tiny silver diamond incrusted onto the door.

When I opened the door I walked inside of some sort of basement. There were gardening tools everywhere along with plants.

"Where the hell am I?" I said to myself.

Then I heard a gun click behind me, It sounded like a shotgun. "You're in my goddamn store." someone said behind me.

I then quickly put my hands up. "I don't want any trouble, I'm lost." I stuttered.

"Roman?" a lady said walking down the stairs to the basement.

"Don't come down here ma! We've got an intruder." Roman shouted.

"Roman Amille Coveere! Now you know I can't hear that well." the woman shouted as she walked to the bottom of the stairs.

"Roman?" I said to myself as I turned around to face the man. When I looked at him I quickly realized the man wasn't a man he was a boy and he was dressed in clothes from way back in the slavery days it looked like.

"Yeah my name is Roman, Roman Amille Coveere the second. Now what are you doing here?" He shouted.

"What's this girl doing down here Roman? And why is she dressed funny?"  The woman asked.

"My grandfather's name is Roman. Roman Amille Coveere the second." I stuttered.