CARSON'S CRIME INVESTIGATION SERVICES

Chapter 1

Sirens blasted loud and far, echoing in the distance of the city shore as gun shot rounds rang viciously and in quick succession; the sound of panicked screaming adding to the chaos reigning down on the people who were caught up in the mess.

Rushed footsteps kicked through the choppy waters of the shoreline as the tide began to flow inwards and cover the overcast beach. Suddenly a pause, then a gunshot, followed by two more sets of rushing footsteps and the sound of loading guns.

The man grunted and frowned, taking his leave as he squeezed his black pistol tight in his dirty hand and re-loaded it. He would get away, he always did; but not without a bit of fun first. He turned as a bullet skimmed his shoulder and fired a shot of his own, splattering the choppy sea water high off of the sand.

"Stop! Police!!", rang out a deep, masculine voice, followed by a gun shot that chipped a nearby wall and created a cloud of fine dust.

The man grunted, the cop clearly wanted a game of cat and mouse. He never quite understood why the authorities were so reluctant to shoot, or why they always fired so many warning shots. The cop was clearly trying to warn him in to submission by purposefully missing his shots. Had the officer actually aimed for him instead, the problem would be so swiftly solved; but the cops were soft in this city, or maybe they liked a chase; and that is how he knew he would continue to get away with his crimes. He laughed and shot again, multiple times, both cops bending down for cover in attempt to save themselves the hit.

"Useless idiots", grunted the man, taking off as the two cops squabbled.

"Westley, we need to take cover! We're not protected!", yelled the female officer as she got back up from the wet sand, her swat suit covered in pasty wet grains and sea foam. "I'm calling for backup!".

She reached for her phone as Westley shot bullet after bullet, his anger rising with every word his colleague spoke into her phone.

"This is Detective Ivory White, we need backup!", she yelled, just about dodging a bullet to the head as her knees trembled and her hands shook. She did not want to die today! She was far too young for that.

"We don't need backup! Hang up the fucking phone Ivory!", spat Westley as he clutched his pistol tighter in his hand. "Just because you're too incompetent to do your job, doesn't mean I am".

Ivory hung up the phone, fury bubbling under her skin as Westley chewed her out for doing her job.

"You're pathetic!", he snarled, his fiery orange hair almost looking like flames as his dark eyes burned intensely, "You can wait here for your precious backup team whilst I do my job, like a PROPER Detective!".

He took off as Ivory's jaw fell wide open. That was a cutting remark that she didn't deserve. 

Westley was just too proud to know when to ask for help. His God complex was putting their mission at risk, all because he needed to fuel his ego. She frowned, seeing how the criminal was getting away; her partner having to fire multiple shots to try and slow the perpetrator down enough for him to catch up. She rolled her eyes and ran after the two as people scattered and screamed in panic and fear, a few almost getting caught up with the freely flowing bullets.