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Internal Affairs
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Two blocks from the station a black SUV pulled out in front of Dorian, a rocket launcher appeared from the side window and broke through the windshield of Dorian's car. If he'd been in a squad car that wouldn't have happened, but his own that was another story. The cab filled with smoke and Dorian tried for the door but before he could pull it open he slumped to the side.

The next thing Dorian knew he was sitting in a dark room, his hands bound behind his back and his legs tied to the chair he was sitting in. There was no sound, not even an air vent. Dorian could hear and see nothing and that was more unnerving that what Dorian knew was coming next.

Time escaped him. He had no idea how long he'd been there, he had started counting the seconds once he woke up but there was no telling how long he'd been there before. And soon even counting became torture. The knowing his life was ticking away, that he wasn't with his son and the rest of his family.

The door creaked as it opened against rusted hinges. Footsteps behind him moved around and the door closed as the light in front of him flipped on. Despite knowing what was going to happen the light still blinded him through closed eye lids and he blinked away the tears trying to find something to focus on - anything.

A female voice as him a question. A bizarre and informative one. One Dorian didn't know how to answer. He hadn't escaped without dying - at least not yet. He was just surviving the attempt. But Dorian gave the only answer he would ever give his name and badge number. While it was police training, it was the Atharim or rather Martin who had given him the tools to keep repeating the same things. He wouldn't betray the CCDPD or the Atharim. And Dorian wasn't exactly sure if either deserved his loyalty.
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[No subject] - by Dorian - 01-30-2018, 07:23 AM
RE: Internal Affairs - by Yun Kao - 08-13-2018, 08:45 PM
RE: Internal Affairs - by Dorian - 08-13-2018, 08:51 PM
[No subject] - by Borovsky - 02-06-2018, 11:45 AM
[No subject] - by Dorian - 02-08-2018, 01:22 PM
[No subject] - by Yun Kao - 02-09-2018, 04:58 PM
[No subject] - by Cruz - 02-12-2018, 07:09 AM
[No subject] - by Borovsky - 02-12-2018, 01:30 PM
[No subject] - by Yun Kao - 05-25-2018, 02:09 PM
[No subject] - by Dorian - 05-29-2018, 04:15 PM
[No subject] - by Yun Kao - 05-30-2018, 03:16 PM
[No subject] - by Dorian - 06-01-2018, 06:59 PM
[No subject] - by Yun Kao - 06-04-2018, 03:04 PM
[No subject] - by Dorian - 06-06-2018, 04:40 PM
[No subject] - by Yun Kao - 06-15-2018, 12:03 PM
[No subject] - by Dorian - 08-01-2018, 05:33 AM

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