“Ms. Parker, I’ll take D.6 and you’ll take D.7. Do not deactivate your communicator,” instructed General Frost. Upon receiving the instruction, they both split at the junction of District 5.
Chapter 3:
Following the command, Lynn sped up to District 7. She lowered her air-engine so that she will be able to take a closer inspection at the street. Both on the left and right side of her are rows of shops. Above the shops are three-storey apartments. Most are asleep by now; only the street lights are left illuminating the street. While she slowly drove through the street, she caught a glimpse of a dark figure running into an alley at the corner of her eye. Lynn drove near to the alley and came down from her air-engine.
She kept her hand on her revolver that was hanging behind her long obi-belt. Taking her steps forward cautiously, she went into the alley. It was dark and crowded with large, empty baskets and discarded furniture. It was then she realized she reached a dead-end. Therefore, there are only two solutions to the dark figure she saw. It is either she was imagining it or ‘it’ is hiding somewhere in here.
There was no moment for her to ponder on the answer as she felt someone is approaching her. Lynn took a swift 180º turn and launched a high-kick. Her attack sent the assailant down. Before she could do anything further, another assailant kicked her from the back causing her to hit on the wall. While she tried to regain her position, both the assailant headed towards the dead-end. They stopped in front of an object covered with a black cloth. It dawned to Lynn that it is actually an air-engine when the two strangers threw the cloth away and boarded the said vehicle.
Without wasting time, she connected her communicator to General Frost, “General, the suspect…” A high-pitched frequency from the communicator rang through her ear causing her to throw the communicator on the ground thus damaging it.
“Not so easy woman, we won’t let you destroy our plan,” said one of the stranger who was holding a mechanical device on his hand. They then activated their air-engine and fled from the scene. Lynn, not wanting to let them meet freedom ran to her air-engine and chased after them.
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After departing, General Frost headed as fast as possible to District 6. While on his way, he felt the whole incident was out of logic. “The fact that it takes five kidnappers to break in the house and kidnap a child doesn’t make sense. If one wants to kidnap a child, suppose they will do it quietly to avoid big commotion but why…” he thought. A sudden realization came to him. He activated the communicator and directed it to the lieutenants.
“Attention to Lieutenants of Squad Point-Blank! Lt. Zenile and section will depart to the victim’s house compound immediately. Lt. Bones and section shall continue to pursue the suspects.”
“Understood,” replied both lieutenants.
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It was the general who arrived first at the scene followed by Lt. Zenile and his section. The neighborhood in District 8 of 1st Precinct is mainly populated by middle-class men. Unlike any other districts in 1st Precinct, majority of the houses are double-storey terrace house. At this time of the hour, most have already retreated to their beds long time ago.
They are now gathering in the house opposite the victim’s resident. And as the question to how they get in, the authority always have their way to accomplish task, especially the elite unit of the Guardian clan, the Point-Blank. Currently, they had dispatched two of the Guardian to survey on the situation in the house while the rest planned on the next move.
Laid out on the dining table is the map of the house. “According to research, there is a ….” said Lt. Zenile before he was interrupted by the communicator.
“General, the suspect…” the channel was broke off after a high-pitched frequency rang through. Both the lieutenants and general who received the call had the look of confusion and surprise on their faces.
“Lt. Bones, trace down Ms. Parker and send out backup to assist her,” instructed General Frost. It wasn’t long until the guardians dispatched to survey on the surrounding came back.
“Report General. The house is guarded by at least four suspects. Two of them are interrogating the victims of three in the room with the lights on, while the other two is guarding the front and back doors downstairs. All of them are armed with hand guns.”
“Sir, are you suspecting this incident is somewhat related to the previous break in we have lately?” asked Lt. Zenile out of curiosity.
“I’ve received an order this evening from the Chief of Staff. The higher ups received reliable information that a secret association was formed and are out to hunt for an object believed to be able to surpass the authority. We’re ordered to hunt down these guys and finish them for once and for all,” explained General Frost. Silence broke through the tensed atmosphere as the sign of understanding.
“Well then. I want all entrance to be secured, and the rest shall break in. Casualties are only allowed to happen when necessary. All suspects are wanted preferably alive for further interrogation. Lt. Zenile, you will lead a group to break in while the rest secure the entrance. Let me repeat; NO.ONE.IS.ALLOWED.TO.ESCAPE.” ordered General Frost.
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Two air-engines was seen flying mid-air in full speed toward the border of Precinct 1.
“This is the Guardian patrol engine, to the air-engine without a plate and two hooded men, please pull over and land for inspection,” warned Lynn over and over again as she chased the suspicious strangers. Her warnings fell into deaf ears as the air-engine sped even faster. Unwilling to lose the suspects, she took out her revolver and aim single-handed at the energy-house of the vehicle. “Bang!” the shot hit right on the target. Both the men on the failing air-engine jump out of the vehicle and miraculously transformed their hooded-cloak to a parachute.
“Great!” she remarked sarcastically to herself as she dived down. They are now somewhere out of town where grass grew as high as human on a damp field. The only source of lighting was the crescent moon floating on the dark-blue sky. As they landed, Lynn climbed down her air-engine and went to search for the suspects. When she arrived to the landing site, she found nothing but two black cloaks.
“Bang!”
“Ah!” Lynn fell on her knees…………
-TO BE CONTINUED-
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