Every damn apartments looks so much like each other, the detective thought to himself. The three cops with him seems to have been accustomed to this foul place he kept thinking and the more he thought about it, the more confusing it becomes.
The precinct is investigating a robbery and they had requested the help of the Criminal Bureau, Detective Clark was the unlucky one that got the task. He just made the rank after passing through the rigorous screening process and like always, the rookies takes the shitty jobs!
After six tours in the Middle East, he finally did not reenlist, he had seen more blood in his lifetime. He wanted to live normally and have a wife and kids, if possible retire by age fifty. But here he is, at thirty seven, running after some damn criminals in a one million block slum.
Slums are the place of crime since it looks so demeaning, so do law enforcement officers and city elites thought. Clark had spotted a window, the curtain slightly opened, he knew someone was watching, his left hand on his Glock; he frowned; said to himself:
"Could there be snipers in here?"
"One thing war does is make you relentlessly paranoid", his psychologist had told him after so many sleepless night. Now he's working at night, maybe that could help his mind get a grip.
By the time the four enforcement officers got to the next apartment, where the prepping Tom was, there was a total light out. Seems the whole block smells danger and corruption, the three cops ain't strangers here, the detective was sensing something, they knew that place damn too well and it seems the place, the inhabitants knew them and their disgusting dirty deals.
Clark suspected something, they were taking him to the most quiet and lonely part of the slum now, all working in formation, they want to flank him he thought, his years of active military services and training had given him a nudge. His hand unhooking the Gun around his waist on the holster, he look around as the dirty grin on the cops faces became glaring.
A coerced voice shouted from a dark window:
"Watch out"
Then guns started firing, they had cornered Detective Clark, but couldn't flank him, he took two bullets to the thigh and right shoulder, but took them all down, two in the head one in the neck. As a former marine sniper that was easy.
What went wrong?
The dirty cops were working with some dirty detectives and they had hinted them about who was assigned to the case, a rookie Detective and a war hero. A text message from the detectives read on the lead dead cop: with a quote "Take him out, pin it on the slum, he won't let this case die down"
Clark survived, the dirty detectives were arrested went to jail maximum sentences. Meaning before they finished their sentences, if they don't get killed by the criminals they had helped incarcerated, Clark would have been a Grandpa!