Just Another Story.

The morning didn't promise anything unusual; as usual, the sun began to scorch from the very early hours. Waking up, the girl opened the curtains of her room and looked out the window. Sunbeams touched her skin, and she smiled. Despite all the difficulties that had arisen in recent days, she felt great; she liked her new life. Getting ready, she went outside and went for a walk. Two questions troubled her: first, she needed money, without which she would not even have a roof over her head or food; and second, she felt some discomfort from the fact that she didn't have a name. As she passed by the police station, her attention was drawn to what was happening at the entrance. A large van was parked on the road, and next to it were accompanying police officers in masks, holding Kalashnikov assault rifles. There were also four guys in handcuffs and a police officer in a regular uniform. In his left hand, he held some papers, and with his right, he was finishing his breakfast. After finishing, he smiled and addressed one of the prisoners: "Well, buddy, have a good rest there." The prisoner didn't answer. The girl became curious about what was happening there, as she thought she saw familiar faces. She decided to get closer. And she was right. One of the police officers was Arandor, and the one he was addressing was Hostor. This surprised her somewhat. Then, she saw Loken. But seeing him in such circumstances wasn't so unusual. The prisoners began to be loaded into the vehicle. Loken resisted a little, and at the moment when they tried to push him into the car, he broke free and snatched a pistol from one of the police officers. Then, running a couple of meters, he pressed the barrel to the head of the girl who had been watching the events with interest. He shouted: "Either you all get the hell out of here, or I'll blow this bitch's brains out!" "Idiot! Loken!" the girl shouted in fright. He turned around, as he was interested in who it was and why she knew his name. One of the police officers took advantage of this; he hit the rebel on the head with the butt of his assault rifle, causing him to fall to the ground. Hostor, seeing this, burst out laughing. The girl quickly ran away. All the prisoners were put in the vehicle and divided into pairs, giving each group a pair of handcuffs. Hostor and Loken were chained together. The driver started the engine, and they drove off. Arandor returned to the building. Today, he was supposed to be given a new partner. The girl checked her pockets. They were almost empty. Therefore, she decided to visit the mansion again, this time using a trick. This time, there was a different guard at the gate, which was good. She approached the gate. "Problem?" asked the guard. "Yes... I mean, no." She was a little nervous, but tried not to show it, which... she wasn't doing very well. The guard looked at her suspiciously. "I'm here on behalf of Mr. Tangeiser." She showed the key to the house. "You see..." The guard interrupted her. "Miss, please leave the mansion grounds, or I will help you." Arandor went up to his superiors, where he was supposed to be introduced to his new partner. "This guy is new, but you should like him," they explained to him. "He'll be waiting for you in the car. He'll explain everything." "Finally, a normal partner," Ar thought, descending in the elevator. Coming out onto the street, he headed towards the car, as he was told. Getting inside, he turned to his partner, and his amazement knew no bounds. There sat Crabby, who was also unpleasantly surprised. They both remained silent for a while. Then, Arandor asked him to explain the task. "Remember those guys who attacked Nira's house? One of them escaped, and they tracked him down. He's in some kind of biker club, or something like that, a couple of blocks from here." "Well, let's go then." The vehicle with the prisoner left the city limits and entered a forest road. Hostor carefully studied one of the prisoners, trying to remember where he might have seen him. He managed to do it. It was the guy they and Arandor had arrested a month ago. He had turned in his accomplices to shorten his sentence. He didn't know the second one. This road wasn't the best, so they were driving quite slowly. This is what caused the armored van to not have enough power to ram two heavy jeeps that were blocking the way. Unknown people opened fire from the forest. The squad captain reported to headquarters: "We are under attack... an attempt to free the prisoner... reinforcements are needed." But Hostor knew that these guys didn't come to free them; they came for that guy. Crabby and Arandor arrived at the club. They got out of the car and headed towards it. Entering inside, they carefully began to examine the people. One shaggy-haired guy, seeing Arandor, ran away. The police officer ran after him and ordered Crabby to exit through another door, so that the scoundrel wouldn't have a single chance to escape. When Crabby saw a long-haired man running, holding a gun in his hands, he stopped him, pointing his own weapon: "GUN ON THE GROUND, HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD, ON YOUR KNEES!" he commanded. "Dude, what's up? If you're talking about the gun, it's not mine. Some guy ran by and gave it to me to hold." "Really?" "I swear to God. He ran that way; you can still catch him." He pointed. Crabby ran in the direction the stranger had indicated. "Thanks, citizen!" Ten minutes later, Arandor and Crabby met again. Crabby told him everything, and then added: "I think if all citizens were like this guy, we would quickly rid this city of crime!" Arandor put his hand to his face. He was going to miss Hostor. In the forest, a real firefight took place. The attackers clearly underestimated the level of training and equipment of their opponents and were almost all killed. Only one person survived. Wounded and limping, he made his way through the corpses to the van. He opened the door and fired a shotgun at his target, and then at the second prisoner. He also saw two more and decided to kill them. However, before he could pull the trigger, Hostor hit him in the face, knocking him out. Together with Loken, they got out of the car and searched the bodies of the guards, looking for the keys to the handcuffs, but they didn't find them. Loken gestured to him that it was time to get out of here. "I'm not going anywhere. You're a criminal." "Oh yeah? And what are you?" Loken picked up a couple of surviving grenades and two pistols from the corpse. "You know, I'd love to kill you, but I really don't want to carry your rotting corpse around." He handed one of the pistols to Hostor. "Remember, Host, now we're criminals."