Back in the mansion Butcher was sorting things for the reunion. Bright and tall lights arranged perfectly, and small pots for the decor exhibited just like a Christmas tree. Every servant serving in the mansion was busy and engaged in the preparations. Butcher had always been with his master, it extends back to the time when Shalon wasn't even born. Arranging the ride to school or some evening fun all were tasks handled by the butcher personally. He had quite a heart for his junior. Whenever he sees him he remembers the time of how the growth of the boy matched the twigs in the garden. With each little they grew, Junior learned something new. And that's when the scenario changed.
Mr.Caping came towards the little Shalon looking for a proper shot at him. The grip of the gun was firm and seemed like Shalon was aware of his presence. It was complete silence as both of them peeped through the space making eye contact. And that's when the bullets fired through the gun dashed onto the walls and fell down. It was a little simulation between dad and his son. Shalon, who was innocent of his childhood, didn't know the backstage clashes. He simply ran towards his dad and embraced him in his little and cute hands. Mr.Caping, raising him high on his legs as he lay against the ground, got the fine laugh of his child.
"Papa" Shalon said "it's fun".
"Now that's enough of your little games tragic duo" Shalon's mom came in "it's time to have some food".
That's when Mr.Caping released Shalon bringing him under exciting free fall. Quickly grabbing him the tragic duo landed on the chairs ready to have their lovely dinner.
The next day was quite rushed for everyone as it was time for the little boy's sports festival. Mr.Caping quickly putting out his tie drew some time for taking the car out of the garage. While Shalon's mom was packing the tiffin boxes. Little Shalon was suited up in his white trouser and t-shirt, but that's when Shalon's dad got a call. With a tainted heart he softly closed the door making no noise at all. Mrs.Caping noticed the grief and quickly asked with eyes, as a response she got a direct pointing towards her husband's phone. This wasn't something new for her, seeing her husband rush back to work on a single call. And that's when Mr.Caping called out for Shalon and sat him down looking straight in his eyes.
"Shalon, Papa needs to go to work" he spoke with guilt "so will you go with your mummy for now?"
"No…" Shalon cried, disturbing the conversation he ran straight towards his room.
Mr.Caping couldn't do anything but feel the grief terrorising the heart. But that's when Mrs.Caping came "Don't worry honey, you can go, I will handle our little boy".
"I'm sorry" he claimed and kissed his wife on the forehead before heading out for work.
The door shut down and the hallway got quieter than before. A little melancholy and dark shades grew in the vision of the house wife as her lovely time with family was spoiled.
Mr.Caping at that time was working on one of the most tricky cases in the Policia department. "The mystery burglar" was the name of the report files piling up on his desk. It seemed a mysterious figure whose face was never revealed nor identified was lurking around at night stealing the internal spectra of the spectral users. Today they were having a meeting on the same case, as the other sector of the department got a relatable hint.
"It seems the mystery burglar has changed his plans" Chief.Bastin came in standing amidst the fellow officers.
"What's the issue sir?" Mr.Caping asked
"The mystery burglar is now targeting the spectral energy of the spectral users" the Chief replied, shocking everyone about the fact that it was possible.
"What do you think is the reason behind sudden change" of the head on the round table spoke
"God knows. And interestingly some new faces were observed doing the same. It looks like it isn't individual work anymore"
"So what's the change in our action, Chief?" Mr.Caping asked
"We need to stop the organisation before it extends its reach" the chief got up concluding the meeting "the case has changed and the new initiation is "The Tampen project". Find those bloody bastards of the Tampen gang and drag them into the fucking cells".
"Yes sir" shouted every single heart dedicated to policia there.
Everybody distorted to their respective desks working on the information arriving on the telephone. Some say they can judge the abnormalities in the crossroads with heavy Policia toll, while some suggest it can be in populated places. The phone continued to ring and the work was just piling up. Between the exertion all Mr.Caping could think was to wrap up everything and head back to his son. That's when the final call buzzed in "hello, Officer 3O9" it buzzed "Sir, there's someone from the Tampen drawn into a corner at a residence. But he is suggesting to have taken the resident as the hostage"
"Wait, no action to be taken" Mr.Caping took a halt "I am coming".
Shutting down the phone on the machine he took his assistant officer and headed for the site with his car.
The resident was old and was quite heavily populated by people. Nearly 4 houses can be identified, two on the top and two on the ground floor. The neighbouring houses were at some distance and for extra security were already evacuated. A Policia car and nearly 10 officers had already entrapped the terror. But the main problem was the hostages. And that's why they planned to peep into the house. They had two officers who had ghost type spectral energy which is quite helpful in such stealth.
Stepping on the first and the last floor which was the possible hiding spot of the terrorist, the two officers along with Mr.Caping were ready to charge. One of them activated the dead presence and scanned the complete area analysing that the Tampen member was behind the last door. He had a knife possibly coated with Amber flame directed towards a small kid. That's when the other dashed in through the wall behind and grabbed the terrorist. Mr.Caping noticed something was unusual, a tremendous explosive energy raring to vapourise blood. The one who went in for the rush felt the heat striking over his skin. Burn marks spreading to form pores, and his eyes signifying the other two to rush outside. That's when the other officer shielded Mr.Caping and the large blast took several lives away. None of the little souls got to scream in pain, none of the old aged got to mourn. The explosion shocked everyone outside and gathered a large herd of people trembling in fear.