The quiet night eases the mind of a detective more than anything, however the possible outbreak of yet another uprising seemed to break through the thought process of the detective.....suddenly... A phone call.
"Noxhaven police station." The voice echoed through the phone.
"Yes?"
"Is this Detective Woodville?"
"Yes. Detective Florena Woodville speaking." She answered.
"Colonel Milton needs you this instant."
"Now?"
"Yes, now. It's very urgent."
"Alright…I will be in another thirty minutes."
The call hung up.
Exhausting…truly…
Right after finishing one hell of a devastating mission all she wanted was to take a nap awhile but situations like this betrays.
Duties like hers once seemed to be passion but now it seems more like a Venus flytrap where she is the insect trapped inside it, just waiting to be devoured. But she won't. She hates defeat. She refuses to be the insect though she is already inside the trap.
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FLORENA POV:
I tossed the phone aside and immediately grabbed the age old revolver from the divan. I locked my door and double-checked before I headed downstairs. In times like this I was overly cautious.
Being a Detective, I have my privileges. My car was already on ignition since I had pressed my car key button stuck on my phone. Thanks to Science and Technology. I hopped on the passenger's seat and the car was on automatic mode to go for a ride. My windows were of course black tinted because I preferred privacy….perhaps over privacy.
"Noxhaven Police Station, 73/D, Barten Street within half an hour."
The engine growled and I was ready to set out on another mission.
Another night claimed.
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