“What are we gonna do?” Jackson moaned, leaning back in his chair as if his own spine had given up supporting the rest of his body,”we’ve looked everywhere, the drug gang’s got the precinct on a leash and we’ve only got 10 hours before we lose her,”

Emily sighed, looking up from the laptop with cctv tapes clicking back and forth. The sound of her heel tapping repetitively on the floor wasn’t helping and her hope was slowly deteriorating,”I don’t know,”

As the two exchanged worried glances, the door opened slowly and Jess entered. Her face consisted of the mixed shades of purple and blue, dried blood darkened her brow and a pained expression was set as she limped over to the desk.

“Jess? How the hell did you get here?” Jackson gaped. He reached for a hug but she waved him away and went for the pad and pen on the desk.

“I’m not here for any of your snivelling,” she said, her voice monotone and held a slight tremor,”you are going to get me the 101 files and after that you are going to resign from the police force, as well as... this bitch of course”

The two stiffened up at the command and the tuned out tone of their colleague. Jackson gulped as Jess lifted her shirt slightly, revealing a black, ominous, beeping bomb. The wires and the metal and the red light sent a wave of dread on his chest.

“This needs to be done in at least 2 hours or this building... and you of course,” Jess muttered, as she spoke, she motioned to the paper. As they followed her gaze, she started to write...

THEY ARE LISTENING

“When you resign, you need to show the cctv tapes we have sent you,” She continued, her eyes still fixed on the paper.

GET SOME CLIPPERS, I KNOW WHERE

THEY ARE.

“Do you have any questions?” She asked,”before you lose your careers and reputations?”

WE’RE GOING TO CLOSE THEIR

OPERATION DOWN