It was a slightly hazy, albeit sunny morning in the south of Los Angeles on that day. Meanwhile, the big story was all over the news; “Global manhunt for wanted criminal continues in Compton, Los Angeles”. Three policemen were shot dead, two airlifted to Mount Zonah (the biggest and safest hospital nearby), and one taken hostage – all by one fierce human being. There was no sign of him for at least a couple hours, but we weren’t going to cease the manhunt. It would definitely not be simple, instead this was going to be a fight to the death; no truces, no cease-fires, no pacts…just total eradication.
I was with two other ones of Los Angeles’ finest: Nick and James. We had already noted the briefing, and were on our way in a SWAT van provided by Special Forces. “All this preparation, money, and lives at risk because of one person.” I uttered to the person next to me. …show more content…
Come to think of it, this criminal is strangely like him – risking and taking lives for his own wellbeing. As I was pondering this to myself, we grinded to a staggering halt, and the van doors flew open and gunfire erupted before I even had time to compose myself. We found him. The hazy sky turned grey in a flash, and the air of rain came about. Great, this will definitely make it easier to spot him, especially with these huge raindrops dancing around my face like its 1999. Right then, I stepped out into the unusually cold atmosphere to join the