-8:40 pm.
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Time seemed to slow down when we finally reached the Silvan's haven police station.
I didn't sit in the car where Ifan was forcefully beseaten after I called my backup cops on him.
I get out of my car. As I did, I kept looking back at that one car where Ifan sat. The car parked behind mine. Infront of the station.
Cops dragged Ifan out of the car. His hands cuffed in the handcuffs I sealed his hands in.
I did.
The other dispatchers approached, their footsteps echoing through the heavy weight. Ifan stood frozen, his shoulders squared, his jaw clenched. He looks sad. His eyes never wavered, His face is converted in a mask with numbness, but his eyes betrayed a glimmer of something else—A hint of desperation, a flicker of fear.
And yet, even as the cuffs closed around his wrists, even as the officers led him away, there was a sense of unresolved tension, a feeling that this was far from the end. That I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.
That I would regret this day till the day I die.
"Inform Lieutenant we're here." I said to the cop who was with me, as I walked inside the station.
The fluorescent lights overhead cast a glow over the bustling station.
More patrol officers milled about, their footsteps echoing off the drab gray walls. Must have captured someone. It's always a hustle here.
"Dectective, Commissioner Vuran just departed." The record clerk informed me. To one side, a row of worn wooden desks stretched across the room, each one cluttered with stacks of files.
"Noted." I say
I don't want to watch the scene of Ifan getting dragged rudely, because as much as I hate him for abandoning my brother, I still can't look at him in this vulnerable state. I had to do what I was meant to do. It's my duty. I did nothing at fault.
Then why is this burden of guilt drowning me in deep?
Ali led Ifan through the crowded room. They weaved past the desks and officers, heading toward the holding cells in the back.
That's where he will be until we get Faisal. The authorities will submit the case, Faisal will get presented in court, and after the day of judgement. Ifan will..
I sigh.
Whatever the court will decide will be the end of him.
"Do you really think I'm your way to Faisal? He'll ruin you all! None of you can compete. No oppression against him will work! he's a miscreant, he's everywhere!" Ifan screamed and stumbled slightly. Ali's grip on his arm tightened, steadying him. "Shut up!" Ali says irritately.
A dispatcher's voice crackled over the intercom, her words punctuated by the steady beep of the police radio. All the noise around us, everything, doesn't sit right with me. I feel burdened, abandoned. Commissioner Vuran should've been here by now but he's not.
Ifan and Ali approached the holding cells, the heavy metal doors sliding open with a clang. Ali was about to push him in when a suddan view of words parted my lips.
"Gentle–"
Ali turned to me with his eyebrow lifted high.
While Ifan seem unfazed. He didn't even look at me.
Ali pushed Ifan gently into the cell, then stepped back, his eyes never leaving Ifan's face. After locking Ifan, Ali he walked to me.
"What is your problem?" He takes a step closer to me, controlling a wave of anger.
"My problem is—"
I don't know what my problem is.
I just feel heavy. And lopsided. Joined in the wrong force. Misusing our power.
"You wouldn't get it even if I told you so." I stood stiff. We're standing face to face. He didn't move back, instead he moved a step further, making my back hit the wall behind me.
"Your problem is love" He bites back his disheartened feelings.
"It's none of your business." We stand nose to nose. I had to look up inorder to match his puffed out chest, and foolish audacity.
"It is though. He deserves this."
"Get out of my face Ali" I shove him aside. My heart is pounding, my eyes adjusting to the light, as if I feel dizzy.
"Dectective Faiza"
I see Commissioner Vuran walking up to me through the hallway with a file in his hand.
"Commissor." I say.
"Is everything alright?"
"Affirmative sir." I gulp my anxiety down.
"You don't look fine."
"Commissioner we've captured Ifan's self confession of being apart of the underworld mob under Faisal's supervision." I inform.
"Well done. Did you get the part where he specifically included Faisal's involvement in the mob's manufacturing?" Commissioner Vuran asks.
"I did. He said it all himself, he worked for Faisal but the whole illegal thing got to him and he had to leave."
"I'll listen to it fair"
"Yes sir"
He was about to walk ahead when something came in his mind and he paused.
"And please don't overwork yourself. Take a day off, eat something." The corner of his lips curled upwards, and he walked away.
Asshole.
"Will do." I whisper under my breath.
"Suspect's stuff dectective" A clerk hands me a mental plate where Ifan's wallet, phone, and other id cards are placed on. That's the stuff they got out of him after checking and locking him up.
Oh Ifan, what have you done to yourself. I sometimes wonder if it was really their choice to join Faisal or their misfortune which led them here.
My eyes snapped to Ifan's phone as it suddenly started ringing, shrill ringing piercing our surrounding. Ifan's eyes darted nervously to the phone, then back to me. The lockup is in the middle.
"Who is it?" Ali immediately rushed a step closer to me.
"It's Sam." My voice a little shaky.
"Hold the call," Ali barked, his voice firm and commanding. "We need to get a trace on this."
"Get the technician now!" I order one of the clerks.
"Who's calling?!" Ifan yells.
"Ali put it on speaker." I say.
"Is it Sam? IS IT SAM?!" Ifan kept asking.
The technician is sitting in the corner of the room, clerk got him covered in a rush. He moved to activate the call recording equipment. Ali ran to him, and I stayed here, near Ifan.
"Patch it through to the recorder," Ali ordered. "And get a location on the caller."
The technician's fingers moved across the keyboard as he worked to intercept the call. Ali's eyes never left Ifan's face. After ordering the technician, Ali walked closer to us, and
I hand Ifan's to Ali phone. "You'll answer it" I instruct Ifan, my voice stayed low and serious. "But you won't mention anything about us. Got it?" I order.
Ifan looked at me with disgust, but nods agreeingly. Ali accepts the call. Everyone get serious.
"Hello? Sam?"
We're all standing very still.
"Ifan there's something you need know.." Sam's voice is raspy, as if he's been crying.
"Yeah yes buddy I'm here, I.. I'm here." Ifan's voice is shaky.
"But wait–where are you Ifan?"
"I'm—uhm I'm home, w..with Faiza."
"Oh, did you talk to her? She isn't a cop right?" Sam's desperate to know.
"I did, and yeah no, she's not." A silent tear fell down Ifan's cheek but he quickly snapped out of it and clears his throat.
"So what now? Will you ask her out?" Sam asks, his voice shivering, as if he's cold.
Ali's nostrils flares, his nose slightly scrunched up in disgust, looking at me with his eyes narrowed.
I avoid looking at Ali because every bone in my body is wanting to hear more from them.
"I was going to- but then I realised I'll never reach her ideal standard." Ifan kept looking at me. Hatred is not what I can find in his gaze. Its pure disappointment, but more sad than anything.
If he's that hurt he shouldn't have betrayed Adam like that.
"There's no such thing as ideal standard Ifan, trust me. At least one of us can move forward." Sam says.
"Why would you say that? Where are you?" Ifan panickingly asks.
"I'm sorry Ifan, I failed you." Sam's stuttering. Why is he cold?
"Sam where are you?"
"I can not do this anymore."
"Sam answer me, what's wrong?"
"All this time, I never thought the person I looked the whole world for was right under my nose."
"It's Victor, isn't he?"
"Worse." Sam's voice ragged in a painful gasp, as he cries.
"Sam please tell me where you are." Ifan asks desperately.
"I can't breathe Ifan." Sam whispers.
"Hang in there, don't give up."
"I'm not a foul taker. I used to snatch what I want. I don't think if I can do it anymore.. but what I may do now might destory me forever, it'll ruin us. What we have. But what's scary is— I dont feel remorse for thinking this." Sam says.
"What are you doing?" Ifan's panicking as his whole body caved in shivers.
"Ifan" Sam whispers as if he's wounded.
"Yes buddy I'm here." Ifan gently whispers. Ali's holding Ifan's mobliephone. Everyone in the station can hear this conversation. Everyone is quiet.
Everything is quiet.
"It was-" Sam hardly speaks. "It was Faisal who murdered my father." He released a gasp so hallow that made the entire station's silence heavy and burdened. Sam cried, and I gulp down the tension, and the pain Sam must have felt finding that out. So it really was his father's murderer who Sam was after, and so he joined Faisal to peak a closer look of the mobs around him.
All of us kept hearing their conversations. Everyone stopped whatever they were doing, and even got paused in middle.
"Faisal?" It's like Ifan's shock got to everyone of us.
"No no. He can't be." Ifan dropped down on his knees.
"Faisal ruined me." Sam sniffs in pain. "He ruined my life." His voice breaks as if his heart broke in half.
"Its hurting" Sam moans in pain.
"I know, I know, hang in there buddy I'll come to you, we'll figure it out, like we always do, we'll move on, just the two of us, just like before, you and I Sam. Against the world, please don't give up." Ifan's practically begging him.
"There's nothing like before Ifan. I've changed, for what I've come this far for, I'll do what I'm meant to do." Sam's voice stiffens.
"What?" Ifan's shock get caught in this throat.
"I'm going to murder Faisal." Sam says.
"What? No! Sam! you're better than this!" Ifan raises his voice, his hand clutched onto the cell.
"I'm not though- living with you I forgot I can never be a human like you. I was always a brute to begin with" Sam whimpers.
"No you're not, I shouldn't have said that I'm sorry."
"You said right. I'm no better than Faisal.. Ayat and you—you're good people." Sam shivers. "Tell Faiza that. Tell her to not punish you for my sins." He forced a chuckle.
How does he know?
"What?"
"I'm not going to let Faisal get free, not again."
"Sam don't do this!"
"Ifan it's too late, I have to do this."
Sam's sincerity for Ifan made me tear up. Not because it's sad but because I'm not doing anything in your favor Sam. Not anymore.
"Sam no please! Let it go— fuck him! Let's play our favourite game again, let's run around our streets again, let's go back to how we used to be Sam, let's be brothers again." Ifan begs.
Sam said nothing in-return.
"Please let's just leave Faisal for once! he's not worth it. Save us. Save me— one last time please. Can't you erase or ulter your priority for me? Forget about your revenge for once. am I not valuable?"
"I can't Ifan— because then all I've ever done in this life, would be for nothing." Sam inhaled a deep breath in. "My whole life would become a lie, that's all I've ever seen, my life purpose, everything I've ever learnt was for this day, I've been waiting, and waiting for this specific day."
"You've always been my first priority Sam. can't you, just for once put me above your revenge?" Ifan asks as he cries.
"That's because you didn't have blood down your sleeve. I do and I don't deserve you, so I'm switching it off." Sam says.
"What are you saying Sam!?" Ifan raggs. As if his life depended on those words.
"No more pain—no more torment." Sam has gotten void, serious and vacant.
"Sam listen to me."
"I'm putting an end to this. All you and Ayat had to go through was because of me. I'm putting an end to all of it." Sam said.
"What will you do!?"
I've never seen Ifan this desperate.
"I will break the cycle—You and Ayat won't have to suffer ever again." He hanged up the call.
"Sam? Sam! SAM!" Ifan clutched his chest. "No no no!" Ifan cries. "What the hell!" Slamming his fist on the floor. "Let me out! Let me fucking out! I'm begging you Faiza! Let me save my brother!" Ifan screams. The silence of everyone is hitting the walls of this station. His sorrow cries shaking the whole ground. My heart cries for him. But he doesn't deserve my empathy when he caused me the same pain he is in when planting my Adam's hurt.
"Faiza please let me help him first, then you can cuff me, you can do anything you want to me. I won't complain a word. Please just this one time— don't leave my favor hanging for I've been nothing but be good to you. I won't ask for anything in-return. Please." His voice quavers.
"We're not going to leave him alone when he needs us the most Faiza? If that's even your real name. I know you're all cop or whatever but for all I know is Sam has did more for me than you cops could ever do for anyone. So yes, I'm going to help him. He's my friend—our friend Faiza. Even if your pretend, act friend. But still a friend, let's not be ruthlessly selfish."
"How dare you talk to her that way!" Ali was about to throw hands, but I pulled his arm.
How am I supposed to not help him? I'm a dectective, I can read people's tone. He expects so much from me. I won't let him down like he did me.
"Okay." I tell him.
Ifan looked as pale, and scared.
"What?" Ali's face converted, his eyebrows are drawn together, creating a deep crease between them.
"We're going to capture Sam and Faisal. Shoot on sight if necessary." I order.
After talking to our Lieutenant, he gave us permit to take Ifan with us to where Sam might be going.
He also said he heard the rumours made on me, saying that I'm in love with Ifan, and rumours being rumours, they think I may be on his side. Luckily Arjun warned me about it, meaning I must stay away from him at all cost, to protect my name. Which will be easy for me since I already didn't plan on talking with him ever again.
He broke my brother's trust. How can I? He's just like Faisal, one of them.
I walk inside the celler to uncuff him and I see him shattered, sitting down, his back touching the bars, and his hand in his hair clenching. His feet kept tapping anxiously.
"Uncuff him." I order. He get startle hearing my voice, and looked back at me. Two of the officers, uncuffed him, and Ifan acted like he doesn't even recognise me while standing up. His eyes are swelled up. If only he hadn't done that to my Adam, I would've kissed his eyelids. We uncuff him, and let him out. He walked himself outside.
"I don't know why Lieutenant agreed on this." Ali tsk with his tongue.
"Ifan is our bait." I say, staring at Ifan from a distance after coming back to Ali.
"Faiza we don't have to do this." Ali holds my arm, caressing my shoulder with his other hand.
"We do." I say.
Out of nowhere, Ifan bumped into Ali, unintentionally making his hand lift up from my arm. "Oh pardon me, I didn't see you." Ifan says.
"Are you blind or what?" Ali yells.
"I said, I did not see you." Ifan stays nonchalant.
Both of them kept looking at each other fiercely.
"Faiza I'm only tolerating him because of you. Because I know you." Ali faced me.
"Do you though?" Ifan raised his eyebrow.
"You have the audacity to say that to me?" Ali stepped infront of Ifan with bad intentions. "You're a criminal. Stay a criminal. Don't act out of your boundaries." Ali stares Ifan.
"Do you even know what her favourite colour is? Pff a friend you say." Ifan rolled his eyes.
"I've known her for ten years. Do you?" Ali asks.
"I do." Ifan faced Ali confidently.
"Yeah? What do you know about her?"
"You know I heard you call her rude. It isn't because she's mean in particular but because no one is listening to her." Ifan tells Ali.
My whole body could feel the words coming out of his mouth.
"Guys cut it out. We have far more important tasks to do right now" I say, to ease the ground.
Ali stayed silent.
Because he did not know that.
"Have you ever seen her smile genuinely? When she does, her freckles appear more vibrantly." Ifan looked at Ali with disgust and pure jealously?
Ali cleared his throat.
Oh my God.
"Ten years huh." Ifan walk passed us, bumping Ali's shoulder.
"He's infuriating!" Ali smacks his lips in anger.
"Really Ali? You've never seen my freckles?" I raise a brow.
I know they're very light but– ugh. I don't let him reply. We move to our weaponry departure.
Ifan's loading himself, with a grim on his face, not seeing me eye to eye. As if avoiding my existence.
I get myself wrapped up in bullets. We don't know what may happen next. Must be prepared.
Ali walked behind me. "You should be greatful we're letting you do this. Otherwise you don't deserve this." Ali says.
"Everyone deserves respect." Ifan replies.
"No one who betrays the one who helps them is worthy of respect." I say indirectly to Ifan.
"What?" Ifan turned his head to me.
"You know what Ifan? I'm not afraid to say it to your face. How dare you hand my brother Adam to Faisal?" I slightly raised my voice.
"What are you saying Faiza?"
"Don't act this nonsense rubbish on me, don't act like you don't know about Adam's letter."
"What letter?" Ifan asks, as If he's genuinely shocked to his core. "What letter Faiza?" His hesitation grows aggressive.
What?
"You don't know?" My pupils widens, heart pounding.
"No tell me?!" His shoulders slumped up. "What letter?" He repeats, this time more anxiously.
I look at Ali with absolute disgust.
And burst out of the main doors of our station, back where the waiting garden is.
"Faiza slow down." Ali spoke as he follows me behind.
"You lied to me!?" I in the history of holding my tears in, have never felt this disgusted. Unfortunately I couldn't hold it in. Tears began showering down my face.
"I had too! You were thinking of protecting him! And it tormented my feelings!"
"Because he could be INNOCENT! What is it that you can't seem to understand? Our job is to protect who's innocent and provide them justice, cuff who's injustice and prove them in court! It is as simple as that!" I shout.
"He worked for him! For a decade he has! How is he any better than any of them!?" Ali yells.
"In our work facilities, under our roofs of justice, we still find those involved in bribery! Those who make the word justice seem like a profane! A swear! But yet here you and I are? Better than them? Then why is it so hard to understand that someone in the underworld, out there could be doing good!? Could be even better than us!? What have we ever done for our family Ali? What Sam and Ifan had to do for their folks is nothing even compared to what we have sacrificed. We never even had to see the agnony they went through! They lived!"
I'm actually crying, because I am guilty, included in this fake ralm of reality. My eyes have never been this opend for the world.
"I did that—because I was jealous! I was hurting!"
"Since when do you act out ency?" I'm disturbed by his reason.
"I was hurt Faiza" Ali stares at me.
"Well now I'm hurting. Ifan's hurting—so I guess we're even now."
"What is it in him that makes him mean this much to you!?"
"He's a man!" I yell. "A proper person."
"And I'm not?"
"It's not about you Ali. It's about who I love!"
Love—is a very strong word. And I'm giving it to Ifan. I'm giving him my heart.
But It doesn't matter anymore. I myself handed him to the station. He despise me.
"You're a ruthless woman Faiza. Your mother was right—you are like an empty can." He lashed out of the door. And I drop down on my knees.
After seven whole years—I cried. I clutched my chest. Those officers who work in this department kept looking at me from inside the station through the window. And I kept punching my chest. The whole place is silent, all that is echoing is my gasping as I cried, each gasp heavily, till I could breath back. To find even a slight view of heading the right way. I cannot. I've gotten miserable.
After a few minutes.
I washed myself up.
I head inside the station. Ifan's standing in his temporary bulletproof jacket.
"Faiza!"
I was about to walk across him when he blocked my way, calling me and I fold to his voice. I take a deep, sharp breath in as I look up in his eyes.
"Faiza please tell me. What letter?" His hand unintentionally grasped my forearm.
"Adam wrote a letter where he tried informing you and Sam how Victor tried to kill him right before he had a seizure attack in the hospital." I tell him, my voice cracks.
He just blinked.
"What?"
"How don't you know?" I ask.
"We left after admitting Officer Adam in the hospital because our uncle called."
"You were still living at your uncle's that time?"
He nods.
"You weren't working for Victor?"
"What? No, I didn't even know who Victor was up until a week after Officer Adam's accident."
Ali lied. I trusted him—he was suppose to be my only friend.
He lied to me.
"Victor did that to my Adam." A tear formed in my eye.
"Oh Faiza" Ifan wiped my tear with his thumb.
"I'm going to fucking kill him!" He bursts out in anger, thundering across the station, I rush to follow him, and immediately grasped his sleeve. "Ifan!"
"Faiza let me do this please! He did that to your brother, he's going to do the same to my brother!"
"No!" I say loudly.
His mouth parted in confusion.
"What?"
"No Ifan"
This is not the time to recover this situation. We've got a tight spot here. Sam is raged, he'll either kill Faisal or be killed by Faisal. I didn't get to talk plenty with him, but for the moments I have, he always had that sorrow cries behind his laughter. He always mockingly used to say that his life was destined to end someway, that he doesn't see a very bright future ahead for himself. That all of us would have to endure the pain he'll leave behind for us, I never thought I'd become one of these siblings but somehow I did. I become their folk. And I know if something happens to him, I won't be able to stop the new bleeding it holds for me.
"Don't fold back Faiza? Let me bloody do this!" Ifan grows stressed.
"No as in it's my revenge to take, not a no for the operation." I say.
Suddenly, corner of his lips curled upward, and his eyes squinted.
"Ah aren't you devious" He whispers.
"We're going together." I say, clicking my tongue.
-IFAN-
-10:00 pm
"All units, we have Faisal's location, it is figured— requesting immediate backup, ASAP." Faiza ordered in her radio.
The team moved in sync, must've taken months of training. They checked their gear, loaded their weapons, and fell into formation behind Ali.
Faiza slid a fresh magazine into her rifle, the metallic click echoed.
Oh that was hot.
I lift my gaze up from her arm, almost as if I'm tracing her entire body, from head to toe.
She's a traitor Ifan.
Still.
Her craves fit perfectly in that cop uniform.
Oh dear heavens.
Ali patted his sidearm, a habitual gesture. One of their officer, slung her backpack over her shoulder.
"Let's gear up, team!" I called everyone out.
"You're not even wh.. what?" Ali instantly got irritated, and it might just have pleased my soul.
"I am for now, ask your Lieutenant." I squint my eyes.
"You're coming with us as a bait." Ali leaned closer.
"I want a cop jacket." I say out of nowhere.
"Oh hell no" Ali angrily took a step forward with the intention of pushing me back but Faiza pulled his arm and covered him behind her. "Fine." She ordered one of the clerks to bring me a cop lifeguard jacket. She didn't stop looking at me with those siren eyes.
If only we were meant to be.
I put it on, and I look handsome as bloody hell in it. The police station's briefing room buzzed with focused energy. I stood tall, my eyes scanning the room as Faiza's team prepped for deployment. I can't believe I'm actually doing this, I'm legitimately on my way to bust Faisal.
Our Faisal.
More importantly I'm on my way to save Sam.
What did my life turned into? Talk about busting.
Faiza strapped on her kevlar vest, the velcro ripping apart with a sharp tear. Ali checked his sidearm. My gaze lingered on each member.
I gusss not every officer is corrupted.
"Alright, we traced Sam's call, we know where he went after he hanged up. The location is set, we're going to bust in, arrest on point. If anyone is tempted to shoot, hold that urge back. We want Faisal alive, in the court." Faiza instructed everyone. The team had gathered around the briefing table. their eyes scanning the blueprints of Faisal's mansion. I never knew they had them. I guess the only proof they were searching for were his warehouse. My finger traced the layout of the target building. "That's where Sam is?" I ask.
"Yes. Ifan you're with me on point" She said, her eyes locking onto mine for a split brief second, instantly after realising she's in the middle of leading the team, she turned her face away. "Mark, you're covering our six. Ali, you're hacking into the security feed."
Everyone deep down know what is at risk and they're ready to put it all on the line. I'm assuming because by the look on everyone's faces, they sure do look convinced that they can take Faisal tonight. Me on the other hand, not too sure that can happen but I have to stay optimistic for my brother. The whole fight faded quick when I heard him weep in immense amount of hurt. He doesn't deserve any part of that pain.
With a deep breath, Ali says. "Roll out team"
I reload my gun, complaining, muttering under my breath.
"Agh what am I doing." I was about to walk outside with the rest of the officers when Ali pulled me by my arm awfully rudely. "If you mess anything up, I'll make sure you don't come back with us." His jaw clenched.
"I've fucking worked side by side with Faisal, you really think you can scare me?" I force my arm away from him. Our gaze lined up in a stare. He's mad at me for being with Faiza.
I get it. He's a pathetic, petty, salty, asshole.
"Don't act like children. I'm referring to both of you." Faiza angrily left us behind.
"Let's get Faisal under arrest." I stared Ali in the eye.
The sliding glass doors of the police station burst open, and a phalanx of officers emerged, their movements swift and purposeful. I'm a bait, but I led the charge, each member clad in tactical gear and armed to the teeth. Faiza Aziz, Ali Boran, and Maria Rodriguez fell into step beside me.
It's so like we're in cinematic film and I have nothing to complain, I'm bloody into it.
The officers moved to the armory, where they collected their assigned weapons. After everyone got jacked and packed, we all dispatched outside. Their boots thudding against the pavement. The headlights of these cop cars casted an eerie glow over the scene.
I climbed into the lead vehicle, a black SUV with tinted windows.
Ali climbed into the second vehicle, a identical SUV with a satellite uplink dish mounted on the roof. His car stood infront of mine. A bit of hope that Faiza might sit with me faded quick when I see her move passed my car. Instead of sitting with me, she slid into the passenger seat beside Ali, her rifle at the ready. Weird suddan cold wave of jealously crept up my spine, and my hands clenched the staring wheel, wanting to tear it off. I'm scowling at them.
I was about to start the engine when I hear knocking on the window.
A officer.. smiling widely. "I heard your story!" He's mouthing his words with hand gestures, thinking I can't hear him when I do. "I wanna sit with you!" His doe eyes, and glasses over the bridge of his nose seem funny to me.
"Hop on stranger." A laugh escaped my lips.
All the drivers, seasoned officers with years of experience, nodded to Faiza as she gave the signal.
"Let's roll out" Ali said in his radio.
The vehicles moved forward, their tires crunching on the gravel. Everybody surged forward, their tires screeching as they accelerated. My SUV take the lead, its headlights casting a stark glow over the deserted streets. My gaze flickers to the rearview mirror, locking onto Ali's SUV as it swung wide, taking a sharp turn to flank their position.
"Cheapo." I bite my cruse back.
"Me?" The officer looked at me with tension.
"What? No no, not you dude." I say in confusion.
Ali is getting on my last nerve. I take a sharp turn, my car's tires smoking as it fishtailed around the corner. "You think you're so fucking sleek Ali." I mutter.
Ali's car pulled up alongside, its passenger window rolling down to reveal Faiza's tense face. "Hacking into the warehouse's security feed now, don't act smart, stay behind us!" she called.
Looking at her threatening me freaking turned me on. A chuckle ironically escaped my lips when I shouldn't be grinning. She rolled her window back up, and their vehicles hurtled forward.
Come on Sam. Hang in there buddy. You've saved me a hundred times. Now it's my turn. I never wanted to abandon you. Only if I could see what Faisal was doing to you, I would've put my ideal life on the line for you. I'm coming for you, have faith in me, hang on.
I'm coming to you.