Undercover

Steve stepped inside the room and was confronted by a gun equipped with a silencer roughly mounted on the desk with the dark green laser aimed right at his chest. His body rigid and feet frozen, he dare not made a move. A sound cracked from a wireless speaker in the corner. “Got ya.” followed by a disgusting laugh.

“Who… What do you want.” Steve said, eyes fixed on the weapon.

“Oh Steve, you know what we want,” The voice said, “Back out on the case and we’ll all be happy, and less hassle.” It suggested.

“Who are you people? Do you seriously think this will be over if I quit?” Steve squinted at the weapon setup. “There are other officers working on this case day and night, for the victims sake.” He breath in “We are getting close and that troubled you, right?”

The gun moved sideways and fired a round at the wall. “Do you really think you could get away safely from us, from me?” Coughing. “Oh Stevie, you are still that fearlessly stupid.”

He caught the last phrase it said, a familiar one. “Is that... you?”

The signal stirred. “Last warning.” The laser returned to its original target. “I won’t miss this time.” As the gun moved, Steve noticed the position of the mounting station changed to a lower angle. The laser was aiming at his stomach now.

“Why are you doing this, why?” Steve said while stepping back, “You are one of…”

A shot fired at high velocity and went through his left kneecap, he tried to stand on one foot but the pain quickly expanded to his whole body at such rate that dragged him down and pulled him to the ground. Steve lay on the icy cement and maintained his breathing, he made a distress message to dispatch by a push of the button on his belt and slowly went into a coma.

“Oops, that’s a miss.” Dean said to his two muscular companions that were monitoring his operation.

“Shot him again.” One of them said.

“Can’t, the gun won’t move up and down, it just goes sideways.”

“Let’s go finish him. You, stay here.” The other guy said.

“Don’t, the police will be there in any moment.” Dean warned them.

The meats went there anyway and were eventually shot dead, of course.

“I am sorry Steve, I had to do it,” He paused. “I hope what we are doing worth all this drama.” Dean said to Steve, who already drifted into a void. He cut the connection and leaned back to the chair waiting for the pickup to arrive, but before that, he made an anonymous call to Steve’s location.