Introduction
In a woodlands a two story house can be seen, the house itself is a yellow paint that appears to be peeling away. It has a pinewood porch with no support rails on the sides of the porch. The porch has a set of withering steps leading up it. Inside the house is a huge living room only filled with what looks to be a couch, a TV, a bookcase, and a coffee table in the living room. Outside the living room is a small hallway that leads to an arch which is against the wall. At the front door of the house to the right is a spiral staircase. On the second floor are three rooms. Each room is but a bedroom with one bed, a bed stand, and a battery powered lamp on it. On the other side of the wall where the arch is is a kitchen with what looks to be an acacia wood counter with a marble counter top. The floor of the kitchen is of panels laid out as if a checkers board. Another room is what looks to have once been a dining room as there is shown to be the remains of a table. The table itself looks to have long since rotted apart, with the remains of what one could only assume was once chairs. The floor of the kitchen has blood splatters in random locations. The windows of the dining room have been long boarded up. From the kitchen is a laundry room with a bloodstained cyan carpet.
On this carpet is a man that looks to be in his twenties. He wears a bloodstained shirt that has several cuts in it, a pair of jeans with aa couple stains from blood with only a small cut to the jeans. The man has multiple cuts and bruises covering his body, and a blindfold over his eyes.
He struggles to free himself. But stops when hearing the sound of a door to the right of the laundry room closing.
“Your still alive?... How?” A woman questions.
A woman who wears a set of dark blue pants, a T-shirt, a jacket, and military boots. She draws what appears to be a kitchen knife from a leather belt.
The man turns to the woman coughing spitting out blood before answering. “It’ll... take...... more then... a few...... bruises to......... kill me.”
“Then allow me to slit your throat.” Responds the woman.
She raises the knife ready to make a cut but stops when startled by an extremely loud police siren. The woman turns to the man sighting a smirk on his face. She nails him in the face. The blow itself is enough to knock him out.
Outside the house a number of police cruisers stop, and two SWAT team transport vehicles. A number of armed SWAT team members step out of the two vehicles armed with M16’s. From the cruisers exits a number of police officers armed with glocks.
The two SWAT teams split up, one heading for the front door. The other searching around the house for another entryway. The police officers work their way around the house until they have a sight on every single window.
In the houses laundry room the woman merely looks at the man saying. “If they get me you’ll still die. I promise you.”
She tighten her grip on her kitchen knife, and gets on the side of the door without hinges. This puts her out of the view of a SWAT team member who looks through the window of the door. The armored person kicks the door open and raises his gun ready to open fire but is surprised at the sight of the wounded man.
He lowers his weapon yelling. “I found the someone.”
“Hope you like what you see. Because it’s the last thing you’ll see.” Says the woman as she stabs the armored man in the back of the neck.
The man drops his M16 stumbling to the side of the doorway before falling against the door itself choking on his own blood. The woman pulls her knife from the man’s neck and stabs him two times killing him with the second blow. She turns in direction of several SWAT team members ready to attack. But before she can react a shot hits her shoulder, a second shot hitting her leg, a third shot hitting her head killing her instantly. The SWAT team bursts into the laundry room and into the kitchen, and the former dining room. Three police officers burst into the laundry room and unties the wounded man. Two officers carry him out the third grabs a radio.
“We need a medical chopper out here ASAP.” She says holding a button in.
Through one SWAT teams radios the other teams leader reports. “We got echoes below the house. We should evac and try a thermal scan, and analyses once we can pry the door to the lower areas of the house open.”
“Copy that. We’re pulling out.” Replies one of the team members, a man in his thirties.
Outside officers move about many of them pulling things from the house. A helicopter lowers to a hover just inches above the ground. Two doctors step out with a medical bed. The two officers that picked up the wounded man lay him on the medical bed. The two doctors move the bed onto the helicopter. With that the helicopter takes off. An officer presumably the sheriff, a man in hits sixties, walks to the leader of the two SWAT teams.The man has a blue suit on, his skin is slightly pale, his eyes are a light green, and his hair is a dirty blond. He appears to have a look of anger on his face.
“What all did you find?” Asks his gravelly voice.
The SWAT team leader closes her eyes answering. “All kinds of messed up. We found DVD’s, and VHS tapes. They have labels. Names... After we forced the doors open we found the bodies of the people reported missing from the city.”
“How the hell did the Whyterain family get away with that much?” Asks the sheriff.
The woman takes off her helmet revealing tanned skin, blue eyes, and light yellow hair.
“I’m not trying to tell you how to do your job but I think you’d better start listening to what that Raza kids been saying about corruption growing in the city, as well as your so called ‘police force’. I think you might actually find some answers.” Answers the woman.
