Inside of the restaurant, it was business as usual. Once the daily customers had gone, and the front facing side of the business closed it shutters, the real business went into full swing. If anyone was to go past the kitchen, and through the staff only door, they would be amazed at the thick metal door facing them. They would also be most likely killed by the automatic sentry guns.

  Behind the door that barred entry to the basement, a solid concrete staircase led to a network of rooms, that was much larger than the property, spanning over the entire street. Inside of the underground office, a short, fat, bald man was seated comfortably on a sofa. Beside him a petite Asian woman was nibbling on his ear, but the man's full attention was on the two naked girls that were dancing around a pole for him.

  Reaching out a stubby hand, he dipped his fingers into a sweet bowl that contained nothing but the purest blue crystals, the drug known as Blue Life. He placed them into the chamber of an ornate pipe, that had the appearance of a long, golden dragon. Without having to light it, the pipe applied heat to the crystals automatically. A few seconds later and the crystals glowed, and with it, the man's eyes rolled back in his head, while his mind went on a journey.

  Seeing the man was spaced out, the black haired girl beside him immediately stopped nibbling on his ear, obviously going by the motto 'works well when watched'. Around the pole though, the two naked girls continued their dancing, it being unclear if they were dancing for the man, or the seated girl at that point.

  Looking up slightly, the black haired girl cursed outwardly, shocking the two dancing girls. Talking was something she rarely did, and cursing was out of the question in their opinion.

  "Fucking useless"

  After the naked girls momentary pause, they continued dancing, not wanting to ask who she was referring to. A few minutes later and the door to the room was flung open, when a heavily tattooed man came running in, wearing a look of panic.

  He quickly shouted at the drugged up fat man, and shoved an electronic tablet in his face.

  "Nicolloco wake the fuck up! It's the police, they're raiding us!"

  Realising it was having no effect, the man withdrew his foot and kicked him in the shin as hard as possible. The blow near fractured his shin bone, and instantly had the desired effect. Opening his eyes wide, Nicolloco did not shout out in pain, but sat there for a few seconds taking stock of the situation. He then grabbed the tablet and looked at the screen.

  "Shit! Why didn't you tell me sooner!? Hand out weapons and arm the lower sentry guns. Get ready to release that thing if needed"

  The tattooed man acknowledged him and quickly ran out of the room. Beside Nicolloco, the woman frowned after hearing about a thing being released, before quickly correcting her expression, as to not betray anything. The two dancing girls had stopped and took refuge in a corner, expecting the worst to happen.

  On the screen of the electronic tablet, they could view the CCTV and clearly see a squad of armed police storming their base. Moving through the kitchen, they stacked up on the 'staff only' door, before going in.

  Nicolloco was greedily expecting a bloodbath from the sentry guns in the next room, but he was sorely disappointed. He witnessed the one closest to the door take out a black sphere, and then roll it into the room. Before the sentry guns could even shoot at it, the black sphere exploded and emitted and small range EMP blast, frying the sentry guns and CCTV in that room.

  The signal from the camera vanished, and the picture on the tablet immediately switched to the CCTV on the stairwell. The image came next of the solid security door being blasted off, and bouncing down the stairs. With a slight delay, the noise of the action came next, a booming sound and colliding metal rang out. The entire room shook, and granules of concrete scattered from the ceiling.

  On the screen he saw a squad of heavily armed police file down the stairs, weapons drawn and highly motivated. Nicolloco knew it was only a matter of time until they got to the room he was in, as there was still a level below him, and they had to pass his room to arrive there. Looking around the room, he quickly came up with a plan. Glaring at the two girls cowering in the corner, he directed them to him with a shout.

  "You two, get here now and sit on this sofa. If you don't do what I say, when this is all over, I'll kill your whole family"

  Although the two girls were selfish by nature, they still held people close to their hearts, and they called them family. The girls became each others courage and obeyed his order, sitting on the sofa, as Nicolloco stood up and went behind it.

  Now on the sofa, it was only the two girls and the calm, black haired girl. Behind the sofa and fully using them as a Human shield, Nicolloco produced a shotgun from a cavity in the wall, and braced it on the sofa, between the girls heads. Now all of them watched to the closed door in front of them and waited.

  Unbeknownst to the two girls, or Nicolloco, the cool black haired girl was fidgeting with her hand, doing something unseen within the cushions of the sofa.

  Back in the stairwell, the police assault squad reached the bottom, and began to filter out into the different corridors. The floor plan they originally had, was rendered useless as a vast remodelling had been done. Where originally there should have been a large room, it was now multiple corridors that went in different directions.

  Velásquez and Carmichael had to take a path with just the two of them, otherwise it would leave a path for the enemy to escape, or utilise to get their backs in a pincer movement. The duo had been in many situations like this before, their perfect teamwork was evidence of this fact. Their cool heads had prevailed many times, and they both reassured each other that this would be no different.

  At the very moment they both had that thought, a horrendous animalistic screech was heard. The ear piercing noise echoed down the corridors, completely masking the direction of its origin.

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  All that the duo knew was, that the creator of that noise was infinitely malicious.

  "What the fuck was that Carmichael?"

  Carmichael reflexively gripped his rifle tighter, and only managed to frown while shaking his head. He could not explain at that moment, but his vocal chords had betrayed him through fear. Putting the two back on track, a sudden rush of movement ahead made them forget the ominous noise.

  Velásquez noticed them immediately, two men came rushing forwards with pistols in their hands. As they ran towards them, one fearfully glanced over his shoulder, they had not even noticed the two police detectives in front of them.

  Velásquez said no words, nor gave them an opportunity to surrender. She immediately loosed several rounds down the corridor, each bullet striking true. In the blink of an eye, both of the men became headless and heartless.

  Carmichael grimaced as he witnessed it, thanking himself for being positioned behind her.

  Stepping over the bodies, the duo were not stupid and fully understood it more seemed like they were fleeing from something, as oppose to engaging the intruders. The memory of that inhuman screech was in their minds, but thinking too much on it would not do them any favours.

  The rest of the corridors were clear, with each side door leading to empty rooms. That was up until a door on the right hand side, seemingly had people inside. From inside, the sporadic noise of a girl whimpering could be heard.

  Velásquez silently motioned with her hand, indicating to the door. They each stood on opposite sides of the door, before a finger indicating a countdown began.

  3, 2, 1, Bang!

  Velásquez booted the door open with a solid kick, before running in. She only managed a footstep inside the room, before the scene inside made her curse internally. In front of her eyes, a sofa contained three girls, with two of them being naked and shivering from fear. Behind them stood an ugly, fat, bald man, with a shotgun aimed directly at her.

  Velásquez was not confident she could get a clear shot on the man, and regardless, she knew as soon as she squeezed the trigger, he would also, and a chest full of shotgun pellets would not be pretty. That being the best situation, the worst being an exotic type of shotgun shell being inside the chamber.

  Before she could even way up the best course of action, her whole body was violently jerked backwards. Carmichael had reacted immediately, grabbing hold of her collar and yanking her small frame back out of the room. She flew backwards and tumbled onto the floor, falling out of sight of the shotgun wielding, fat man in the room.

  A second later and several blasts rang out, with the corridor wall directly facing the door, taking the full brunt of the attack. Each blast was exceedingly powerful, blasting huge chunks of concrete out of the wall, and filling the corridor with dust.

  Inside the room, the shotgun had been placed directly between the heads of the two naked girls, and the blasts made their heads ring. Blood streamed out of their ears, with clear fluid joining it, and breaking their fragile minds. The girls had no idea what was happening, their sense of fear completely gone, they only mumbled incoherently.

  Carmichael wanted to rush in the room, but he knew his rifle was too big to be wielded accurately in the small space, and his pistol accuracy was definitely not high enough for what was needed. A small glance at the weapon on his hip was all he needed to dismiss that idea.

  "Velásquez, get the fuck up! You know what the scene is inside, now do your damn job!"

  Hearing his words, Velásquez rose to her feet and prepared again to enter the room. Within her mind she could see the scene, the target clearly hidden behind the girls. She had done target shooting at the academy countless times like this, the exact same scene in fact. Never did she think she would encounter it, now she mentally apologised for the curse words she threw at the training, that she deemed useless at the time.

  Steadying her breathing, she opened her eyes and felt her mind was clear, the cloud of dust was no hindrance, only her target existed within her mind. Just as she was about to rush in with a forwards roll, a loud noise echoed out from the room.

  BANG!

  The noise shocked both of the detectives, it was completely different than a shotgun blast, and sounded more like a police issued pistol. As that thought ran through their minds, a woman's voice called out from inside the room.

  "It's safe. He's dead"

  The confused looks on the detectives faces lasted all the way until they both entered the room. The shotgun wielding man was dead on the floor, his body lay behind the sofa, but his top half was clearly visible at the side. A crisp entry wound under his chin, followed by a large hole at the top of his head, and a splattering of brain matter on the ceiling, indicated his cause of death.

  The two naked girls were sat in a daze, their minds regressed to infancy, they could only sit motionless like puppets. The black haired girl beside them wore a calm expression, with her hands raised in the air. In one hand was a pistol, her finger holding it through the trigger guard, and her other hand holding a police badge.

  Seeing the police badge, should have been a good sign for the two detectives, but when they saw where she was from, a sinking feeling invaded both of their minds. The gold emblem was the eagle and lion entwined, the emblem of the Central Governmental Inspectorate (CGI). Even so the CGI sounds like the type of agency who would audit a companies tax records, they were very much the opposite.

  Working solely for the Central Government, they ran undercover operations, and saw their work as inspecting the the more severe crimes. Their power was in the upper echelons, and was so far above a measly District detective, that it made Velásquez and Carmichael wish for a monster to swallow them whole.

  Staring at them both with an ice cold demeanour, she lowered her arms, and put away her badge before she spoke.

  "Who gave you permission to carry out this raid? You understand what you have done, don't you?"

  Taking on the attitude of school children being disciplined by the principle, Velásquez took on the responsibility of talking.

  "Our District Chief, but we didn't run it through Central......I guessed we ruined an undercover OP?"

  Looking away from them, the woman waved her hand in front of the two girls a few times, and saw that they gave no reaction. She then went and retrieved a blanket from the corner of the room, and then draped it around them while she replied.

  "At least you're perceptive...What's done is done, even if you wasted the months I degraded myself with that pig. Tsch"

  With her fingers fidgeting, Velásquez lifted her head to look at the woman. She instinctually felt bad, she understood she had blown an undercover operation and it was all her fault. She could also imagine what the woman had to go through, just from looking at the dead fat man on the floor.

  "I'm sorry"

  Velásquez's no nonsense demeanour was now a thing of the past, fully waiting to receive a warranted reprimand. While she waited, she could not hide a feeling that was creeping up. Her eyes looked at the woman in front of her, and she could not deny that she was beautiful. Her slim waist, ample breasts, but more importantly her attitude matched her perfect face. The mixture of all of them made Velásquez want to submit to the woman.

  While she was thinking, Carmichael had double checked the fat man, confirming he was definitely dead, and it was not some elaborate hoax to secure an escape.

  With the two injured women under the blanket, and now up on their feet, the woman spoke again and broke Velásquez out of her impure thoughts.

  "I'll take these out for medical treatment....The drug lab is downstairs, there should only be a handful of armed guards...I don't know how they make the drug, but I'm sure I will when I read your report later....As for what that noise was earlier, it'll be on that report too....So, don't die"

  Leading the two women out, she momentarily paused when she looked at Carmichael, before disregarding it and looking to Velásquez. She bid her farewell with a curt nod, and a feint smile that spoke to something more.