This city. This cold, damned city. They say the bite goes away after a while, but to me, its fangs just dig deeper. The wind from the sea sends waves of icy needles through my face. The salty air, the reflection of the city on the water, the nostalgia it brings. My first bust was here. Whose wasn’t? The docks were a breeding ground of drug trafficking. The poor guards were easily payed off, any new detective would only have to sit and watch to get the drop. Now the docks were abandoned…
(flashback)
“I’ll take point, unit 1 take the left flank, and 2 will go for the right. Floz, you’re coming with me.” -Morris
The shipyard was black, I couldn’t tell if we would be safer that way, or if we shouldn’t have cut the power. I followed Captain Morris through the darkness. We made it to the ship without incident.
“If your intell is correct, we should be able to cut in right here.” -Morris
“I can’t imagine them switching a cargo shit without us knowing.”
Some amount of time passed.
“Hurry up, that torch is lighting this place up like new years.” -Morris
“We’re in.”
I let the T.V. sized piece of metal fall into the water. The small 10x10 storage room was filled with a dim, sea-green light. Empty, just as it should be. We made our way over to the door. Through a small circular window we could see a hallway, illuminated by rows of red lights.
“Hell’s hallway, it always looks the same.” -Morris
“If we split up, you can nab Galen, while I plant the charges.”
“You’re not a one man army, Floz! That is why we lose so many rookies. We will plant the charges first, that way if we fail to catch Galen, the ship still explodes.”
-Morris
We made our way down the hall to a stairway… Footsteps behind us…Three quick hisses from Morris’ pistol and the man was on the ground. I hadn’t even turned around yet. Morris stood there, still as a rock, clutching his pistol.
“What do we do with the body?”
“That storage room we came in through should do fine. If they go in there, they will see the hole anyway.” -Morris
The blood was hardly visible in the red light. He wasn’t a tall man, but he weighed a ton. His baggy camouflage made him that much harder to move. We carried him back, it wasn’t far. With that done, we made our way back down the stairs, to the entrance of the storage room.
“Is it locked?”
“No, I am just watching for movement.” -Morris
The window on the door was nothing but a black circle to me.
“Lets go.” -Morris
He eased the door open. Inside, we couldn’t see a thing. The red light from the hallway crept into the room just enough to disprove any notion that it might be an abyss. Carefully, we made our way into the sea of black. My lighter, I won it at a fair when I was 16. I used it to illuminate our surroundings. There they were, crates. Lots of them.
“Help me crack this one open” -Morris
I used my gun to pry it open, it barely worked. Inside the crate was something I hadn’t expected. Assault rifles, this wasn’t a drug trafficking operation. Galen was notorious for smuggling in large shipments of weapons like this. To be honest, I wasn’t all that surprised. We began setting up the charges on as many of the crates as we could.
“Will this sink the ship?”
“Why do you ask, you know the answer.” -Morris
“If the ship sinks, this harbor will be shut down until they can get it out of here.”
“Thats just tough justice, kid. These docks are one of the biggest holes in our city’s security net; if we can shut them down, it will be a big win for us, even if it means cutting legal imports for a while.” -Morris
“We’re done, that was the last charge.”
Switches being thrown. The light filled my eyes with a warm pain. Shielding my eyes I tried to look up. Weapons being aimed. Lots of them.
Well that is all I have so far. Its not much, but I plan on finishing it. Hope I figure out where I am going with this some time soon. I look forward to your words of criticism.