Five months ago:

The rain was pouring down in the streets of the Narrows, the day was coming to an end. The Doors of the Crown Vic slammed shut on both sides, as the two men walked out. One of them was Douglas O'Malley, detective of the New Lilith Police Department, Precinct 11. The other was Lieutenant Thomas Campbell of the same Precinct. Douglas was a hotshot detective, late twenties, good looking for a cop. Short black hair, brown eyes, 6'1 160 pounds. "Prettyboy, pay attention." The older detective told Doug as the two crossed the streets of the narrow. Doug's partner was the grizzled fifteen years on the force LT. Campbell. The Blonde haired 6'5 210 pounds worth of raw muscle, despite being in his 50's was rugged, but still certainly earned a few looks.

Campbell was wearing a white dress-shirt, a wool coat, suspenders and a pair of suit pants and a pair of nice leather shoes n his feet, his hands were gloved with brown leather gloves. Douglas wore a black leather jacket, a V-neck T-shirt, jeans and Sneakers plus a rollex watch. Douglas came from old money, he didn't even need to be a cop, he just did it for kicks.

They were on the trail of a shooter, responsible for three deaths at a night club three nights ago. The shooting was drug related and the suspect, Juan Vendelo, was suspected to be related to the 49th Street Kings, a remnant of the now defunct Harbor Kings who used to be one of the City's biggest gangs before The Mavericks crushed them.

The two police men walked into the apartment building, scurring up the stairs as everyone who saw them avoided matching their gazes. These parts of the town, the cops were more feared than the most hardened criminals.

Thomas knocked on the door, 14C. The home of Juan's Girlfriend, Francesca. "Francesca Benito? This is the New Lilith Police. Open up!" Thomas shouted as his fist hit the door again. A female scream was heard from inside the building, and Thomas's hand found itself inside of his jacket, pulling the nine milimeter pistol from it's holster. Douglas grabbed his gun from his belt holster as well as the senior detective nodded, kicking in the door.

"FREEZE, POLICE NOBODY MOVE!" Thomas shouted as he scanned the room, finding only the woman sitting on the floor, looking at the floor, propped against the wall. Thomas moved towards her as Douglas scanned the rest of the apartment, vanishing behind the next doorway as Thomas checked on the woman. As he got closer, he saw blood behind her on the wall, a a thick stream of blood running down her throat. She had been cut open. Thomas shouted. "Doug, one casualty over here!" Doug cleared his throat. "Uh, Boss. That might be two." Douglas said as he walked out of the next room, hands behind his head, a shotgun to his back. Thomas quickly pulled up his gun, aiming it at the gunman, but Juan smiled. "Wouldn't do that if I were you, officer, or you're gonna be picking small pieces off your partner off the walls." The Shotgun was taped in his hand, his finger on the trigger - if Thomas shot Juan, Juan would shoot Douglas.

Douglas looked at Thomas and nodded, mouthing "Do it." Thomas shook his head and flipped the pistol in his hand, making the handle point towards Douglas and Juan. Taking a step forward, he moved as quickly as he could, pushing Douglas to the side, tossing his pistol to Douglas as he hit the ground, and moving to grab the gun and disarm Juan, a maneuver he had done literally hundreds of times before.

But this time, he was slower than usual. A shot rang out and the double barrel shotgun fired. The slugs found their way to Thomas's right shoulder, tearing through skin, muscle and bone. Thomas fell to the ground and Douglas shot Juan dead on the spot.

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