A piercing siren sliced the calm as a police car darted along an empty road, tires biting the earth. It skidded to a stop, kicking dust into the faces of the small crowd gathered nearby.
From the car, Captain Dogo stepped out—tall, broad, and sharp-eyed, his uniform clinging to muscles that had seen their share of war. Beside him, Sergeant Miles adjusted her belt. Her eyes scanned the scene with the sharpness of someone who didn't miss much.
The murmuring crowd parted at their presence, revealing two young men sprawled on the ground. Blood glistened in the sun like spilled paint, pooling beneath bodies riddled with brutal cuts.
As Captain Dogo's gaze hardened, time seemed to pause.
> NAME: DOGO LAWMAN
AGE: 33
STATUS: CAPTAIN
Time resumed.
Miles broke from the group, her boots crunching over twigs as she headed toward a thicket nearby, instincts pulling her deeper into the brush.
Dogo brought his walkie-talkie to his lips, voice clipped and urgent.
"Yes, as soon as possible!"
In the bushes, Miles crouched, tracking faint impressions in the soil. A sudden beep from her phone startled her, but she didn't flinch. She pulled out her own walkie and whispered into it.
> NAME: MILES WILLOW
AGE: 30
STATUS: SERGEANT
"Over to Sergeant Miles. Any clue?" Dogo's voice crackled through.
"Not yet, Captain," she replied. "Still following the tracks, but it's definitely leading somewhere."
"Good. I've contacted the station. The paramedics will be here soon."
Then silence. A beat too long.
"Sergeant Miles, are you there? Over!"
Her voice returned, shaky but focused.
"Captain... you need to come over."
Dogo stiffened. Something in her tone sent a chill down his spine.
Moments later, two paramedics arrived, gently lifting the mangled bodies and sliding them into the ambulance van. Dogo and Miles reappeared from the undergrowth, eyes haunted. They stopped to study the corpses once more—something about them wasn't sitting right.
"Captain, any information?" Miles asked.
"Done speaking with the media," he said, jaw clenched. "Let's get to the station and figure out what the hell's going on."
She straightened, saluting. "Okay, sir."
They climbed back into the cruiser. The engine revved, and they disappeared down the road, leaving behind nothing but questions and the metallic scent of blood.
The cruiser hummed along a dusty stretch of road, the weight of silence heavy in its cabin.
Captain Dogo sat rigid in the driver's seat, one hand gripping the wheel, the other tapping restlessly on his knee. Beside him, Sergeant Miles stared out the window, her eyes tracing the blur of trees and buildings passing by.
Neither spoke. They didn't need to. The blood-streaked images from the scene clung to their minds like smoke. Every now and then, their gazes met—but they quickly turned away, lost in their own thoughts.
The engine's low growl filled the space between them.
Outside, the sun cast long shadows over Milas Town, as if even the light had grown wary of what it had witnessed.
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