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It was raining. The kind of rain that often came with sadness and grief. Truth stepped from the house they just raided, pulling off his helmet and pulling down his balaclava. They were called in to handle a situation involving a crazed suspect who had taken a woman and her children hostage, demanding for the government to remove the chips in his head.
The husband, who worked in the local FBI office came home to hear that the man went crazy after the negotiator said the wrong thing, trying to calm the man, and made him angry. He had shot the three hostages before the SWAT team could enter and was killed himself after shooting and wounding one officer.
Needless to say, Truth was feeling like shit having failed that family. He was rubbing his eyes when he noticed a house across the street and recognized it. He put his weapons away in their van and walked across the street. He stopped just outside and knocked lightly.
She was suspicious of this..What did he want? She could easily see the uniform he had and she knew what had just happenedâŠShe didnât trust this. She goes to the door and opens it a crack. âWhat do you want.â
âIâŠI just wanted to ask to see if you could tell me anything about the family across the street? You were neighbors, after all.â
âNo.â She lies. Of course she knew what had happened. She knew everything that happened. She saw it all through her cams. But nobody could know that part of her.
