Thread: This Damn City < [ Rekoj/AngelicDream ] >

The pale gray light of the city trickled in through the windows of the 6th floor apartment building, the clouds that never seemed to leave the dirty town were only beginning to show signs of the sun hitting behind them. The bed was already vacant despite the far-too-early hour, and the tall form of the man known as Damien Rhodes was crawling his way into the kitchen, standing beside the nigh holy coffee machine on the counter of his small kitchen. He shrugged on his clothes as he awaited for the precious coffee to finish brewing so it could wake him up, and soon enough, large travel mug filled to the brim, he was exiting the grungy apartment to make his way to work. The clock in his car read 545 AM, and he wondered why he was stupid enough to stay up late the previous evening. Yesterday had been a rough day though, you never get over seeing a mother's tears for a lost son. Him and Captain Adair had gone drinking afterwards, trying to drown their sorrows- in a city infested by crime the role of the cop was one that nobody wanted to play. He was nearly at the station, when the scanner he had installed in his car crackled to life. All units- we've got multiple shots fired by the law courts on 4th Ave and Carnarvon- could all active units respond? Damien looked to his left and saw the entrance to Canarvon street, and he quickly slammed on the gas, grabbing the walkie-talkie to his chest, This is Officer Rhodes, I'm on it. Not even dressed in his uniform or in a police cruiser, Damien was on the hurry to get to 4th and Carnarvon, it was a shame he was starting by 22nd Ave. He sped down the streets, which were only starting to see signs of the morning rush. He swerved through lanes and ignored the protests coming from his CB radio, he was on a mission to catch whoever had been firing the shots. Counting down the streets, 7th Ave... 6th... 5th... and slamming on the brakes he reached 4th. Leaning across the vehicle he retrieved his .45 calibre pistol from his glovebox, swinging open the door to come face to face with a brutal scene. To his left was the law courts, standing tall and proud, the building one of the few clean ones in the city- and then to his right a sidewalk covered with blood, leaking from the four bodies on it. Quickly inspecting the scene, he could see no gunmen or sign of gunmen telling him he had the time to lean back into his vehicle and request for paramedics, as well as backup. Quick as a flash, he had his gun drawn and was circling around, pointing his gun every which way into the deserted street before cursing with the acceptance that the gunman or gunmen that were here moments ago- were long gone now. He could hear more sirens in the background, and sighed as with a heavy heart he approached the entrance to the alleyway. Leaning down he checked the first body for vital signs, but quickly found none. This repeated with every body until he reached the final one, a gray-haired man that was all too familiar to Damien. He slowly rolled the heavy corpse open but quickly stood up and looked away, clutching his hand to his mouth. The sight had been too much, for the final body was that of one of his only friends, and his partner- Captain Patrick Adair. Damien stood there, looking away, trying to deny what he had just seen, looking down the crimson sidewalk. And that was when he heard it, something clattered in the dead-end alleyway behind the bodies. Drawing his pistol and praying it was the gunman who had shot his friend, he aimed towards the alleyway and called out with a harsh voice, POLICE! Show yourself! Keeping the gun drawn, and staring down the sights he aimed down the alley- ready and nearly hoping for violence.