SUMMARY→ Dwayne receives a lead on gang activity from one of the officers and heads over to the warehouse. What he doesn't expect to find is a lone woman.
NOTES → Don't judge me.
Dwayne
No matter what leads the police force got on the recent gang activity they simply had not been good enough. It was enough to drive a man mad, and at the moment it was nagging repeatedly at the back of Dwayne's head. He'd just received a call from one of his officers not long ago about another lead - now it was a matter of getting there in time. It felt like that has been the principal constraint the entire time. Either they got there too late or in some cases too early, and it resulted in the suspects being able to spot him and his men. Aggravating didn’t quite cover the frustration he felt. It wasn’t simply about his job or his reputation (although factors they were), but it was about the things happening to good people. The idea of any officers getting hurt, or even killed, only made it worse.
Dwayne was already on his way. He wasn’t going to waste any time with this - in fact he was convinced that surely this time it couldn’t be botched. This time. It had been going on too long. It was Dwayne's personal obligation to make sure that each of these crimes were to be answered for. Dwayne arrived at the warehouse in record time, given it wasn’t the first time he’d shown up there. If he could get away with having a permanent patrol available to watch that damned warehouse he would. He was even starting to pick up on some patterns - naturally much of this had been occurring at night, and on top of that he was starting to make note of which places were hit on what Either someone was being sloppy or he was just having a lot more luck than he typically expected to. If things played out right he may even be so lucky as to get enough reasoning to allow this to be justification for having more frequent patrols near the area.
Dwayne hadn’t even made it out of his car when he heard gunshots. “Shit.” He popped the trunk and shut the door. Once he had his glock out of the weapons container he rushed over to the door. Already the gunshots had ceased and Dwayne was fearing the worst. He was going to be too late - he knew it. As he kicked the door in all he could think of was what he did not want to find. The second he stepped in his gun was raised and cocked, ready to fire. He dropped into a shooting stance only to see that he was wrong.
There was just a person - a woman. “Which way did they go?” He barked from where he stood, his gun still raised. He should have asked if she were hurt, but he was in the process of glancing her over to see what state she was in.
