Choices and Chances (a ppg fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Chief looked at Rhea with anger. She was calm and passive as always.
“What is this?” He slammed the file. The tiniest of the report he had ever seen in his 20 years.
“Dr. Timmons, are you serious?” he calmed himself.
“Dead serious, chief.”
“You guaranteed me results. This is a report after 7 days of shadowing him.” He was clearly frustrated.
“Yes, I guaranteed results. Right now, I can only say that you have a devoted officer on your hand.” Dr. Timmons stood her ground.
“You are a mind-reader. Read his frigging mind!”
“Read the mind of a person who hardly thinks anything outside of rock songs and how to catch certain criminals? Try that for years, chief.” She challenged him.
The atmosphere was quite intense and also awkward.
“We are doomed then.” Chief Guerra threw his hand up in surrender.
“We are not doomed. Let me work on him. Give him time to open up to me. Let him trust me enough to drop his walls. You will have the results. All good comes to those who wait.” She smiled. Chief hated her smile, no matter how pretty that smile was.
“After three months, I want all the details about this guy. Each and everything. Callahan is up to something.”
“Like I said, Chief. You will have the answers.” She got up and left Chief to sulk.
She knew deep inside her that it was very difficult to crack the mystery known as Arias Callahan.
For the first time in her life, she was worried.
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“Morning.”
Callahan greeted her while sipping coffee in the headquarters. The weather was stormy. The rain was pouring down hard. Rhea had difficulty even reaching the police headquarters.
She just looked at him with bloodshot eyes. She hadn’t slept last night. It took her mind a while comprehending his morning greetings.
“Morning.” Her voice barely above a whisper. He could clearly sense her usual calmness changed into somewhat dark. An emotion he couldn’t name.
“Rough night?” He asked finally. A hint of concern.
She tried to read his mind again.
“The moon comes up and the sun goes down
We find a little spot on the edge of town
Twist off, sip a little, pass it around
Dance in the dust turn the radio up
And that fireball whiskey whispers
Temptation in my ear
It's a feeling alright, Saturday night
And that's how we do it around here.
Yeah that's how we do it around here”
Country rock. For a gloomy day, such a song was out of character.
“Just what goes in this guy's mind!” she thought then inwardly laughed.
“It’s the weather.” She managed to say. Her mind was stuck on last night's meeting.
“such a big liar.” She could clearly hear his thought. Then back to his singing.
His phone rang.
She was too self-absorbed to notice him and his thoughts.
“Get up, Timmons.”
She kept looking as he picked up the car keys.
“We have a case.”
She watched the lightning and heavy rain from the window.
What a day for a homicide!
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Brick Jojo was sitting all alone on the roof of the Juvenile Centre. He had sneaked out from his dormitory to get away 20 other boys who he shared the hall with.
His thoughts were in a very dark place.
“They have abandoned us.” He thought. “Mojo, Him both abandoned us. And now…”  he pulled his hair, “I have messed up whatever it was with Blondie”
Beach never did this much thinking in his entire life. He was not a thinker who had always been acting upon his instincts and impulses and thought about consequences later. But confinement of Juvi had changed him. He was loud, always shouting, beating up his brothers over nothing. Now he didn’t even recognize himself right now.
It’s been more than a month Bubbles Utonium had visited him.

He felt someone creep upon him. Instantly, his hand found itself around a neck.
“Relax, bro. It’s me.” Boomer's squeaky voice got on his nerves. His grip softened.
“I knew I would find you here.”
“buyback to sleep, Boomer.” He growled but Boomer ignored his anger entirely and sat beside her.
“ain’t sleepy.”
He kept quiet. Boomer's presence numbed his thoughts.
“What’s up, big bro?” and he was pulled right back in. He didn’t answer. He knew he had none.
“Our benefactors seem to forget us.” His brother said after a while. “ I was enjoying candy. How long it has been? A month? More?”
“5 weeks.” Brick's voice was barely inaudible. “the way I treated her, I’ll be surprised if she’ll ever come back.” He thought.
“But if they do, thank them for all the good stuff. You are quite rude. I don’t know why they don’t want to meet me. I’m the cutest here.” Brick got irritated.
“you never told us about them. Who are they by the way? Gangrene Gang? Fuzzy Lumpkins? Oh oh I know, I’m pretty sure of it Ameoba Boys.” Brick just punched Boomer's face at this point.
“Can you shut your shitty mouth!?”
“That’s my bro back.” Boomer laughed.
How much worried were his brothers for him? He just comprehended.
He had to get his shit together. If not for himself, then for his brothers.
“Go sleep, Boom.” He ruffled Boomer’s hair, “or you’ll miss breakfast in the morning.” I’m a leader of Rowdyruffs. I have to get my act together.
“But you are created evil. You were created in the prison toilet seat. That will forever be branded upon you.” a voice in his head.
“No. No. No!” I don’t want to.”
“They are perfect girls, you are opposite.”
He pulled his hair and cried silently.