Date written: May 16, 2014

Words: ~6,700

Characters/Pairings: not sure for now

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Angst, Darma, Gangster, Alternet Univers, Thriller   

Warnings: Graphic violence. vulgarity.

"Don't shoot. It's us. Don't shoot!"

Amidst the sound of boots hitting the ground and flickering shadows, Captain Hans Western Guard of the Internal Affairs Investigation Department The SWAT team broke out and stood in front of them while giving orders. "Don't do anything yet. Let me talk first."

The attack team stood still. But he still had his gun ready. The white beams of the guerrilla flashlights pointed at a single point in unison... Hans slowly turned to look at his 'target', taking a deep breath as he saw the surrounding room in full view.

It was like a war zone that had been reduced to a small room. The smell of gunpowder was in the air. Bullets screamed beneath his shoes with every step. In front of him were the bodies of three or four men scattered on the ground. Moaning in a pool of his own blood No one is dead right now, but we won't be sure for another hour.

The corner of the room was brightly lit by a flashlight. Someone's bloody back was there. White braids, free from light, shimmering like stars...

"Detective Elsa..."

Just a moment, but it lasted like an eternity. Until the owner of the name turned to follow the call. The moment the face hits the fire is beautiful. If you are as still as a stone Sparkling blue eyes Makes people feel cold as if they were staring into the eyes of a beast... In her hand was a shiny revolver. fingertip touching trigger The tip of the cylinder was pressed against the head of a man... The last person to remain unconscious

The young police officer almost groaned when he clearly saw the face of the person who had been robbed. He remembered that guy. and immediately knew that its survival percentage was now in the single digits.

10 hours earlier

Hans opened the file in his hand. The first thing that caught my eye was the image of a bushy-bearded man. “Is this this guy?”

“Yes, Billy Sullivan, nicknamed '

the thugs'

He is the Duke's old pensioner. It's a long case.” Hanz glanced at the court history and imprisonment history. Then I found myself having to open another page to see it all. “He was afraid something was going to happen. Suddenly he said that he would surrender himself to the witness protection program. Said he would be a witness in the Duke's case.

The department agreed to it. But he had to go back and record the evidence against the duke first, and challenge Da! He's been gone for two months.”

“So what does this have to do with Detective Elsa?” Hanz frowned. He was tasked with investigating the corruption of Officer Elsa, who had just been suspended indefinitely yesterday. which was a very intense scene Everyone in the department will be talking about this for weeks. Who would have thought that such a polite, cute little woman?

Always be careful of your words. The nut would come loose to the point of throwing a gun and throwing the badge at the commander's face, causing a big scorch until he drew blood. Even though everyone in the department wants to do that. But no one thought that someone would dare to do it.

Hans was urgently recruited by the central government to do this job. Even though it looks like a royal event, everyone knows that this is a royal event. The Metropolitan Police Commissioner just needed the best of the best to dig up her biggest charges. The scar across his face shattered the elder's ego. The hot white water couldn't help falling on him.

The police interlocutor points to The Tuck's list of crimes. "Number five... He was once a suspect in the bombing of a journalist's car. Both husband and wife die... At first this guy lost. The lawyer sent an appeal and the witness changed his testimony. So it fell out."

Hans knows about the case. “But I saw that you also got fingerprints.”

“Wow, how did you know that?”

The person asked just smiled.

"The test results were incorrect... He said so,” the interlocutor said, shrugging his shoulders. “At that time, Akhdar Arendelle was making news about the duke's drug trade. Do you understand?..."

"Arendelle? I'm dying..."

"Yes, he is Elsa Arendelle's father."

young man whistles Looks like you'll have to go down a deeper rabbit hole than you think. “Are you freaking out about this?”

“Oh, no, no. When the incident happened, she was still in her final year of the police academy...”

"So it's about your sister?"

The person who spoke like a shellfish stopped for the first time. “Well... no one knows. But I guess that's right..."

“Elsa…” Hans raised his hands to his shoulders. As he slowly walked past those bodies covered in blood, he breathed heavily, "Calm down, let's talk first. I am..."

“I know who you are.” Her eyes were different. Her voice was soft and tired, as if floating from far away. “The question is, why did you come here?”

She definitely remembered him... The young man gulped. Look at you with sincerity from the bottom of your heart. “I'm looking for Anna... like you"

1 week earlier

“Introducing Hans Western Guard. My boyfriend!”

Elsa blinked, “What?! sweetheart?"

"yes!"

She looked at the handsome young man in front of him from head to toe... The way he stands, walks, talks, and even chooses the buttons to wear on his wrists clearly indicates that he is a police officer. She knew before she even saw his model ring.

But it's not just that. There's something about this guy that smells strange...

The older sister began to fold her arms over her chest, "Anna, I want to talk to you for a moment..."

“Come on, Elsa. Why do you have to be so presumptuous!”

“Anna, it's not like that…”

“Why? Why don't you want me to have a boyfriend who's a police officer? It's been said for many years but I've never seen it explained. You're a police officer, aren't you?!”

"No...no," Elsa shook her head. The gun is still pressed on the Duke's pensioner. “You came because of this guy. You came because of the duke. You came because of me But not Anna..."

"Elsa, I came because..."

“Move!”

The sound of birds clinking It held Hans's body still better than an anchor pin... He looked at the tip of his finger on the trigger. Desperate to charge She knew better than to let him get close. And the rhythm of singles is lighter than doubles. If only her hands were shaking or twitching from shock...

The young policeman could feel sweat pouring down his face. Think, Hans, think...

“Just... go back, Hans, go find Anna like you should. You shouldn't have bothered with this matter.”

"You still don't understand Billy Sullivan..."

"No, you're the one who doesn't understand," Elsa laughed weakly. “You never lost anyone in your family, right? Aren't your twelve brothers still alive? You don't know what it feels like…”

“I thought you would want to know the truth.”

Some trepidation flickered in the ice's eyes. This might be the only chance he has... Hans slowly approached again.

“The fact that there's something more to life than this piece of trash. Or even a duke... Elsa Anna knows more than you do. And that might have led her to make that decision.”

10 hours earlier

“Anna…” Hans sighed heavily. Putting down Anna's file, she rubbed a hand over her face. “How can things like this happen?”

There was an awkward silence for a moment. before the interlocutor's document officer destroyed it.

“I know them... They are cute, two siblings who love each other enviably. Unlike me and Marshmallow, you guys look... Really care about each other. They might even die instead. Anna herself was as bright as summer. Very optimistic You shouldn't be the person who would do something like that…”

“It's not certain that she really did it…” The young captain looked out the window. It was as if he wanted to see someone hidden in the snowstorm. “You can do many things, but... three .44 rounds ten meters into the mayor's chest. The bullet cluster didn't even come off more than half an inch. It's clearly professional.

There was no way she could do it.”

"I've heard that she secretly has a boyfriend," he said, looking thoughtful. “Could it be that it has something to do with your boyfriend?”

Hans stared at the picture of Anna in the file as if trying to remember something. Before standing up with all the documents, “Thank you, Olaf.”

“With pleasure... Hey, if you find out, please tell me who that lucky young man is.”

“His name is Hans,” the young captain answered without looking back. before closing the door behind him

“Oh…” Olaf blinked. “But who is Hans?”

“Whether this bastard killed your parents or not, I don't know. But for sure…” Hans pointed at the figure under the muzzle. “He knows where the duke is... Elsa, the last two people in this world who know where the Duke is are the mayor and this guy. Now all we have left is it. If you pull the trigger Both Duke and Anna will float away forever.”

A wave of confusion rushed through Erza's eyes. “What does that mean?”

He took a deep breath. This was very risky information for her mental state. But now there is no other choice. This was the only card he had. “If... if Anna really killed the mayor. Might have the same reason as you... The morning of the incident, someone emailed her some information. Said the person who sent the fingerprint lab results was the mayor's person.

And both you and I know he works for the duke. If... Anna is really after revenge. The next target was definitely the Duke. He is the final victim. The only one who can make Anna come out of hiding.”

Elsa's brows furrowed into a tight knot. 'Wrong. I made a mistake. I shouldn't have said this.' Hans mentally cursed himself. Hold your breath and wait for the sound of gunfire that might erupt.

But nothing happened.

The negotiator sighed heavily. Really the last chance. “Or if Anna didn't do it. She might be the only person who knows who did it. And that she had to hide because she was being hunted... The duke may be thinking that she is keeping his partner. If we don't get to the duke quickly before he gets to Anna, He will definitely kill you.”

Elsa slowly turned to look at her prey. Hide your expression behind a shadow The hand holding the gun trembled. Pressed hard, as if wanting to penetrate the brain.

“But a murderer like this guy will survive... Right?"

Quiet, completely still, the pressure was overwhelming like the last second before the explosion... “It's just a minnow. Killing him isn't worth it..."

She remains quiet

“Elsa, you're not like him. You're not a killer. Don't be something you aren't.”

“You don't know what's wrong with me.”

"I don't, but Anna knows and she always believed in you."

24 hours earlier

"I'm sorry, Elsa."

That was the last sound she heard before she lost consciousness. The mayor's corpse, blood and pain became a vague dream-like image. But Anna's tears were more evident than the truth.

She moved her fingers.

The clinking sound was just a whisper... The bird was gently pushed back into position. No bullets came out, no one died.

Hans slowly picked her up. Reaching out to grab the revolver, he grabbed it without hindrance. That gun was cold. But she's colder... The SWAT team worked quickly. The Tuck was handcuffed instead of killed... He led her staggering outside the building. Where the blizzard rages The flickering light of a siren cuts through the hazy shadow like a lighthouse.

The young man handed her over to the paramedics. Silently watching as she was wrapped in a blanket and injected with a sedative. Elsa looked at him as if to say something. But he left before the drug took effect. Take her back to the embrace of slumber.

Hans walked to his car. But before going up A message from the phone rang out. It came from an unidentified number.

'Is it ready yet?'

Hans simply typed back.

'Not now'

Far away... in a dark corner of a place. The duke looked at his cell phone. I read that short message with dissatisfaction.

     END (?)