Justice Strikes Back

Justice Strikes Back

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"There are no more 'good' cops. There are only those that follow the 'law' " That's all what's in 25 year old Troy Quentin's head. He worked shifts everyday, 24/7, 365, even not on duty, because he knows that's his job. A police officer, or whatever you name it; a cop, five-o, the fuzz, Smokey, fed, Po-Po, for the NYPD. Seems cool enough, to be honest; a guy in uniform with a badge, gun and baton,--- but screw it, that's what they all see, that's what they only see. Inside, at it's core, he's fighting a silent war. A war that defines which side that you're on. It's awesome to be an officer, that's what he thought back when he's 7. I get to fight for justice, he thought again. I want to defeat all criminals out there. Now, now, Troy, don't get your hopes up too high, or else you'll have to sacrifice yourself and pay the price for the wonderful lies the world has thrown to you--- But that's exactly what he'll do
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Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

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