B R I E F

The blue orbs were filled with a disappointed look, the heavy rain didn't stop and that's what he disliked about Uk, it's the weather. A sound of crack popped as he stretched his body trying to disregard the fact that no one came from behind that brown oak door, it seemed like not a single soul bothered to meet him.

Eyes became drowsy as he stared at the wall clock in front of him, as old as the rest of the office. Now that each second passed his patience was running low but he was a man of his words, he had promised his senior that he won’t let him down, trusting the man he always looked up to.

A sudden noise passed him as he looked to his left, watching as a man yanked the door and stepped in.

'Greetings, Officer Alexander Olson.'

He stood up greeting the person.

The man arched an eyebrow at Alexander, the hazel eyes watched him with utter curiosity and irritation.

'I got transferred here from crime branch Glasgow-I am sure you got a call before.'Clarifying the situation he read the man’s name, staring at the corner of his front pocket on his nameplate that said 'Dave Wells'

'I certainly did, but there is a lot on my mind I apologize.' The hard face didn't change but Alexander seemed to be somewhat relieved from his words.

They both sat on the leather chairs, Dave's eyes scanned the man before him analyzing his every inch like a predator watching his prey, his hazel eyes held so much roughness that one could never decipher what was going on in his mind.

'I have heard a lot from the seniors about you.'

This made Alexander pass a small smile.

'But I don't believe anything I hear, it's a tough job dealing with ruffians. A pretty dirty game Alexander.'

He was not sure what confused him more, Dave’s casual way of calling him or the statement that came out of his mouth.

'I have been working for about five years now-

'Have you?'

Dave turned his head, spinning the chair around. Digging in a pile of stacks loaded with files one on top of another. He pushed his chair forward and slammed a file on the wooden desk making the dust flow in the air. Oh how old it was? Alexander wondered.

'Know this case?'

He tapped on the blue file opening the cover, the tinted pages seemed old.

'The case is about to be opened after almost a year, no evidence, victim dead and a helpless suspect who might get free soon.' He spoke stretching out the might. The bitter reality had hit Alexander, it was none other than him chosen for a weak case.

'You think you can work on it?' Dave spoke, a slight smirk tugging on his lips leaving an impression of a mocking character.

Alexander wanted to speak, he wanted to lash out at the person in front of him but his position didn't allow him. A bitter taste was left in his mouth thinking about the discouragement he just received but what did he except from such a corrupted organisation that couldn’t fulfil their duty, turning his head over to the window he watched as the rain poured heavily.

'The details will be given to you-

Dave looked down at his wristwatch,

In an hour or two.'

And with the last statement he heard his feet pressed down, towering over the person sitting in front of him he walked out grasping the file, his knuckles went white and jaw clenched but the resistive nature of him prevented an argue.

A small mumble of good luck was heard from behind, a chuckle that appeared from Dave's mouth that felt like a dare to him. The provoking words motivated him to be the best of him. With heavy steps, he passed the crowded corridors, a feeling of anger invading him.

‘Maggots.’

He whispered exiting the tall building.

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Bellona

She sat in her yellow armchair, preoccupied. The flashbacks of a certain day appearing in her mind. Her eyes were closed listening to the rain pour outside, the cup of tea evaporating in front of her.

The calmness was disturbed by a loud ring, she opened her eyes at the sound of her phone ringing. Pushing herself she picked up the cellular device.

Officer Alison

‘Hello, Bellona here.’

‘Good news for you, the brief is given-

The phone went silent cutting off the girl’s statement.

‘Hello?’

‘Yea sorry, the brief is given to someone new...just got transferred here and he will be handling it from now on.’

The voice cracked in between making Bellona frown as she tried to concentrate on the words.

‘Wait-I-its Alexander Olson, the name...of the p-person. I will be working under him probably!’

‘Will Marcos be released soon?’

‘I don’t think so, he will be under interrogation for a while so he’s locked for some time, I will inform you the details once Officer Olson gets back to me.’

‘Thank you.’

And the line went off. A small smile had tugged on Bellona’s lips on the news of Marcos being locked. From her view, she knew that he was a pawn. Taking him under interrogating could lead to uncovering the real people, he was a peasant under the powerful.

The brief is given to someone named Alexander Olson, Officer Alison is working with him. Marcos will be under interrogation soon, hoping to hear good news soon.

She sent a text to Kris informing him about the current details. A chuckled leaving her mouth as she thought of that jerk.

Bellona prayed things would get better soon. Plopping on the nearest chair she looked outside at the weather, the rain that once poured had all vanished. The dark looming clouds waved goodbye and it all somewhat resembled her life.

A small smile tugging the girl’s lips.