I was eight when I was kidnaped with my twelve year old sister. When they tried to cut off my finger she fought and was killed. They left her body in a park as a sign of what they would do to me. I had been frightened and slowly it became anger. My parents paid the two million crown ransom.
Only I knew they would not let me go. I had seen their face and they had killed. I was tied to a chair in a storage room while they went to get the ransom. I bounced and jumped and broke the chair to get free. I untied the rope and then held one of the broken chair legs and waited beside the door.
When one man unlocked the door he held a gun and probably planned to kill me. I stabbed him in the groin with the broken chair leg. He screamed and folded and I scrambled for the dropped gun. The other man ran in as I turned and held it out while cocking the hammer. The second man jerked to a stop and shoved a gun toward me and I yanked the trigger.
There was a roar as the gun I held went off and it kicked up and slammed into my face. I dropped the gun and panicked but the man was down. I leaped over them and ran out and escaped to bring the constables back. They both lived to see the magister when he sentenced them to death.
That set my path in life. I inherited a huge trust from my parents when they died in yachting accident at thirteen. I studied physiology and law and did a type of martial arts. I shot a pistol, shotgun and rifle everyday until I was extremely good. I had little or no pity for violent criminals.
By the time I graduated college at twenty I had already been accepted to the constables. I went to the six month school and then was assigned to one of the worst parts of the city. I normally walked ten to fifteen blocks with a partner who was training me. A week after I started we heard a alarm at one of the drug stores.
We reached the front door as women and kids ran out. There were shots and Jacob gestured, “stay on my left.”
He shoved the door open and I followed him in. My heart was pounding as we spilt up and went down two aisles. At the end I peeked out after there were a couple more shots. Two men held a teenage girl and threatened the owner of the store. They wanted the money and pain meds. Jacob stepped out, “CONSTABLES!”
They spun and the teenager was yanked in front of the one men. The other pointed a revolving pistol and fired. Jacob had ducked back and I spun and brought my weapon up. It was a Murphy self loading twelve millimeter and I fired. The man’s head snapped back as gore sprayed out the back and he fell.
I shifted and aimed at the other man and he pulled the girl in front of him, “drop it or I kill her.”
I did not hear Jacob as I moved towards them, “kill her and I shoot you between the eyes. I will count to three and then I am going to kill you.”
He was looking around frantically while pressing another revolving pistol into the side of the girl, “I am not going to prison.”
I took a step, “one.”
He jerked her back and she screamed, “stop!”
I took another step, “two.”
He pulled her in front of him, “I will kill her!”
I shifted and aimed at his exposed groin, “three.”
He twisted and pulled and I brought the pistol up as he shoved his weapon out and at me. I fired and the round hit his arm and shoulder. It exploded out the back and he screamed as the girl tore free and I caught her and pulled her around behind me. I grabbed and spun him to slam him into the shelves.
I yanked his arms around and up behind him as he continued to scream. I started to put him in restraints and spun with him while shoving my weapon into the holster. The damn girl was lifting a small over and under derringer and I kicked out and into her. She folded and the small pistol went flying across the room.
I pulled up and turned to bend the man and finished putting him into restraints. I moved to spin and yank the girl up and pulled her arms back. I put her into restraints and then went to get the weapons. I looked at the three bodies on the floor and shoved the two prisoners to the aisle with Jacob, “Jacob?”
I came around the end to see him curled up in a puddle of blood. I growled as I shoved the two prisoners, “move and you are dead.”
I knelt and glanced at the shelves to see a round had punched through a bag before it hit him. I checked the wound and then leaned back to look at the chemist, “call for an ambulance.”
Jacob groaned and shifted and looked up, “I did not think it would hit me.”
I nodded, “just hold on.”
I looked at the two prisoners and they glared back. Ten minutes and the scream of a siren stopped out front. Others were still closing as two constables ran in. They slowed when they saw Jacob and I gestured, “take these two bastards.”
A minute later two medics hurried in with bags and a stretcher. One started to help Jacob and the other went to check the bodies. They were dead and I had to wait after they took my partner away. By the time an inspector arrived a dozen constables were there. I waited for the chemist to give his statement and then gave mine.
With the three weapons the man and girl were charge with armed robbery, murder and attempted murder of a constable. No one came forward to claim the body of the third robber. The trial only lasted a week before they were sentenced to hang. Jacob had been shot through his left hip and into his gut and was out for three months.
I was reassigned to a response team until he was back. Mostly we patrolled on two wheel motor cycles in areas with banks and jewelry stores. That was where I heard of the predator squad. They were a response team called in for extreme cases. They were like soldiers and when they went in very few bad guys lived.
I liked that idea and asked the lieutenant if I could join them. He looked at me as if I were crazy and then shrugged, “I will ask.”
Three days and I had heard nothing. Corporal Victor and I were riding down a back street with small houses. It was behind the main street and the banks. We heard the ringing of a alarm and accelerated. Even as we turned the corner we heard shots and screams. At the next corner we saw people running and slowed.
Down the street we saw two men in front of the bank wearing masks and firing pistols at people. I turned to the side and shoved the stand down. I stepped off and started moving down the walk with my weapon in my hand. Corporal Victor moved after me, “wait Simon.”
One of the men turned and saw us and brought his weapon up. I turned to the side as I lifted mine while cocking the hammer and aiming. I fired and he jerked and spun and then fell and the other man shifted to fire at us. I aimed and squeezed the trigger again and gore sprayed out the back of his head before he fell.
I was calm as I began to move again. Glass broke a moment later and we saw a rifle. Everyone was off the street so they did not have anyone to shoot at. Men yelled that they would kill us or anyone that tried to stop them. I knew we could not let them have time to barricade themselves in the bank.
Corporal Victor cursed as a woman across the street ran out of a shop and the man killed her. I shook my head and started walking again, “not again.”
Victor ran to catch up and when I reached the window I brought my hand around. I fired into the man with the rifle and strode past on the way to the door. Victor turned and fired into the bank at robbers behind the teller counter. I kicked the door open and stepped in while lifting my pistol. A man stood with a cut down shotgun and I shot him between the eyes.
I was calm as I began walking to the door to the right. It went into the area behind the counter and to the area with the offices and the vault. Bodies littered the floor and there were small puddles of blood. A man shoved a pistol out of the vault and fired blindly. One of the others yelled since he almost shot them.
I kicked the door open and spun and fired down the back of the counter. I emptied my weapon into the two men as they jerked with the impact. I stepped back and pushed the ammo box release to drop it and pushed in a loaded one. I glanced at corporal Victor as he came through the door and moved through into the area behind the counter.
He followed and growled, “why did these bastards kill them?”
I shook my head as we moved closer to the vault. One yelled before we reached it, “we have the manager! Get out and we can make a deal!”
I spun and fired into the chest of one and kept moving in and across. Victor followed as a second lifted another shotgun and I shot him in the face and chest. The last was holding a large man in front of him and pushed the barrel of a pistol against his head, “STOP!”
Victor stopped with his weapon up, “put the weapon down!”
The man sneered, “get out and we can talk.”
I stopped against the vault shelves with my weapon up and aimed before I squeezed the trigger. The bullet struck him through the right eye and exploded out the back of his head. He fell and the fat manager was left staring with wide eyes. I moved to take weapons away and then headed for the vault door.
Corporal Victor looked at me, “are you crazy?”
I snorted as I helped the manager, “I do not deal with homicidal robbers.”
I checked the offices but there were no more robbers. It was ten minutes before more constables arrived and by then we had found two victims still alive. They were wounded and I held pressure on the wound of one until an ambulance arrived with medics. I think I shocked the other constables with the number of dead robbers and my lack of remorse.
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