That's a good one

Arvish was in a desperate situation. The two police officers had him cornered, and he sensed that they were up to no good. The first officer had a grip on Arvish's hair, and he was laughing maniacally. Arvish knew exactly what Kent meant by his laughter. He was going to die here, and they would blame it on him for resisting arrest. How could he end up in this kinda of situation again?

'I despise my life.'

Arvish had a moment to gather his thoughts and plan his next move. He knew he had to fight for his life. With a burst of adrenaline, Arvish pushed the officer's hand away from his hair, even though a few strands were torn out in the process.

Arvish then quickly punched the shocked face of Kent with his right hand. The punch sounded like a shotgun blast.

Blood spattered everywhere like a fountain. Kent's body collapsed, his head was nowhere to be found.

Arvish glove burst into pieces and the bandages flew out from around his arm. 'What the hell?' Arvish thought. 'Now I know why my dad hid this thing away. If he had given this to the police voluntarily when they seized all prosthetics, he would have been thrown in jail right away.'

Lambert was so taken aback by the sudden turn of events that he dropped his flashlight to the ground. Arvish was now in a fight for his life, and he was determined to come out on top.

Lambert quickly regained his composure and reached for his weapon. Arvish saw this and reacted instantly, diving towards the fallen flashlight. He grabbed it just as the officer pulled out his gun and aimed it at Arvish. Arvish swung the heavy flashlight with all his might and connected with the officer's wrist, causing the gun to drop to the ground.

Arvish quickly retrieved the weapon and pointed it at Lambert. "Don't move," he warned, his voice commanding. "Why didn't you guys just let me be?"

Lambert raised his hands, fear written all over his faces.

"Please don't kill me. I wasn't going to hurt you, it was his thing only," the officer had pleaded. "I have three kids at home, they wouldn't survive without me. Would you have the heart to do this to them?"

"You had the heart to make my friend go to jail just because he might have had a f*ckin thought?" Arvish spat back, his anger still boiling. He knew that he couldn't let the officer live. He would tell everything, and then they would be on his tail for killing a cop.

"I'm just following orders. It's a job. Please, please, we can talk this out. I will not tell anything. I'm going to say that it was a random man in a mask that shot my partner down. How about that?"

Arvish sighed. It had no meaning to talk with this guy. He should just do it and be done.

"You can trust me. I'm a police officer working for the government," Lambert continued.

'That's a good one,' Arvish thought to himself. Then he squeezed the trigger, and the sound of the gunshot echoed through the storage facility.

Lambert lied on the cold floor in an oozing pool of blood.

Arvish put away his weapon and turned to leave, but he froze when he saw an old man with a cane standing behind him, his eyes wide with horror. Albert just came to fetch something from his storage, but ended up on a crime scene.

'The car in my way in…' thought Arvish. "Now wait a minute, mister. I can explain," he said to him, but the old man didn't wait for the explanation, he ran, and he was quick for his age. He scurried behind a container.

Arvish jumped after him and as they ran around the container, Albert cleared his way towards his car. He then ran past the two dead officers towards the entrance. Arvish followed him, but the old man had already reached his car and used his ID chip to open the door and hop in. Arvish pounded on the window, but it was no use.

He could let the old man escape, but he would go to the police right away. It would be like he had shot the second officer for nothing. As the electric engine purred to life, Arvish grabbed onto the front of the car.

Albert pushed the pedal to the floor, and Arvish struggled to stay on. He sank his prosthetic hand into the hood of the car, ripping five holes for every finger. The old man put the window down and reached out with his cane, hitting Arvish. But Arvish grabbed onto the cane, and they fought for it. In the end, Arvish won and raised the cane victoriously.

At that moment, the car drove through an abandoned building and flew into a concrete pillar. As it came to a stop, Arvish flew off the car and into the darkness of the building with the hood that he held with his prosthetic hand.

****

As the drone approached the storage unit facility, it scanned the area for any signs of life. The hum of its propellers filled the otherwise silent air, and the bright flashing blue and red lights on its sides illuminated the ground below. As it flew over the building, its camera zoomed in, and the gruesome sight of two dead police officers came into view.

The drone hovered over the scene, and the camera scanned the area for any clues or evidence. It captured the blood-soaked ground, the bullet holes in the walls, and the shell casings scattered across the floor. The officers' bodies lay still, their eyes closed in a final sleep, while their blood seeped into the earth beneath them.

The drone beeped, and a notification flashed on the screen of the remote control. The message read, "Police confirmed dead. Proceed with investigation."

****

The moon beat down on the busy square, casting sharp shadows across the pavement. People rushed home, their minds lost in the frenzied rhythm of city life. As the big screen flickered on, a hush fell over the square. Conversations died down as everyone turned to face the screen.

It was a photo of Arvish Smith, with a bland, forgettable face. He stared out from the screen with a bored expression, a white shirt and tie. People with MIND+ chips could feel their pupils dilating, the message transmitted directly to their brain, to other a loudspeaker turned on.

"Attention citizens," the loudspeaker blared, amplifying the tense atmosphere. "A suspect is on the run after killing two police officers. He is armed and dangerous."

As the information scrolled beneath Arvish's photo, the people began to pull out their phones, capturing the moment on video. Everyone was obsessed with the image, except for one man in a hood.

He stood near the edge of the square, watching the scene unfold with a crooked smile. His unshaven face was partially obscured by the hood, but his glasses glinted in the city lights. He was the only one not holding a phone.

"Interesting," he murmured to himself.