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Those were the famous words of advice I heard day after day throughout my training. Now, standing outside the old, rickety house with my gun raised, I realised how important those words were.
I had never been a heavyweight; I had never been one of those officers armed with machine guns that patrolled high risk areas. I was a profiler really and an agent at best. I wasn't equipped to perform a raid like this, but there were children in there, innocent children, and it was my duty to get them out of there.
I adjusted the strap of the standard issue bulletproof vest they'd given me and waited for the signal.
A quick short, 'It's go time,' blasted through the radio and I burst through the door.
it was dark inside and it stunk, no reeked, of rotting food, off milk and human waste. The whole foundations of the house were rickety and I was sure the staircase would collapse of I tried to climb them.
I shook my head, as if to clear it of wandering thoughts. My mind instantly took me to the director's instructions.
Follow your orders, find the unsub and take him down, then get the kids.
I swept through the first area, which happened to be a musty living room, but found nothing. The second area was the kitchen. I entered, my breath hitching as I saw a man leaning against the crumbling granite counter. He was taller than me, burly and Hispanic. An intimidating for, but one I had to conquer.
He smiled warmly when he saw me, as if he was greeting an old friend, despite the gun that was raised to his face. My finger quivered on the trigger and I gulped. I couldn't fire yet, not until I was in immediate danger.
"Hola mi amigo! I'm so glad you came!"
"Where are the kids?" I asked, using my other hand to steady the gun.
He flashed me a grin and rounded the counter. Something that was poorly hidden in his right hand glimmered; it was a switch blade.
"Stand down," I commanded, as he continued to advance towards me.
"What's wrong mI amigo?"
i stumbled back slightly my mind whirring. There was a way into his brain; I just had to find it.
"You were in foster care, right?" I guessed.
His brow furrowed but he nodded. "What's that got to do with anything?"
"Did your foster carers do the same to you?"
"W-what do you mean?" he stammered and I knew I'd got to him.
"Did your foster carers keep a lock on the fridge and make you sleep in the basement?"
I could almost feel the anger radiating off of him. "You know nothing," he muttered and surged towards me.
He plunged the blade towards my chest, stupidly, but I instinctively leapt back. My gun found the back of his head and I cringed at the sound of the cold metal connecting with his skull. He was sent reeling.
"You're right, I know nothing of what happened to you, but I do understand and I want to help you," I said, stepping towards him with my hands raised.
He growled and charged once more. I pulled the trigger without thinking and he groaned as the bullet hit his inner thigh.
I ignored the bleeding man on the ground and rushed through the basement door.
In the corner, five teenage girls lay huddled together. One of them, seemingly the youngest, looked up and gasped.
"Hi, hi sweetheart," I mummered, putting the gun away and walking slowly towards them.
"You're with the FBI?" she asked, sitting up straighter.
Before I could answer, she screamed and I spun around. The man was standing, a gun in hand, and I shot him without hesitation. He fell to the ground clutching his heart and soon lay still.818Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCs3AExzpEd
"Come on, let's get you girls out of here."
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