She washed the blood off her hands, the water slowly going from red to a pinkish white. Once she was done, she wiped her hands and face on the towel, looking in the mirror. Her pale face looked as it should. No expression. Stone cold. Her eyes showed a cold mischievous spark. She sighed, rubbing her face before leaving the bathroom. Her father called her into his office. She stepped in, her spiked heeled boots making no noise. Her father sat behind his desk, his back to her, but she didn't need to see him to know his was satisfied.
"Well done, Ace. You have me a good deed."
He sighed, siting at his desk with his head in his hands. The desk was scattered with papers and pens. A heavy hand rested on his shoulder, "I'm sorry, son. I didn't expect for you to deal with that your first time out." He didn't lift his head until he knew the body that belong to the hand had moved away. He kept have flashes of the raid in his head, the screams seeming to get louder. He sighed, knowing it was all apart of the job.
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Where Do your Loyal's Lay?
Mystery / ThrillerFour Gangs rule over the big city. Spades of the North. Clubs of the South, Diamonds of the East. Hearts of the West. And in the heart is a police station, the last hope for the city. The Spades are the biggest and Baddest. And the leader is train...
