Alexis' Last Breath

A swam of armed police officers and special forces arrived at the scene and quickly besieged the train.

Guns and all manner of riot gear were at full display.

At the signal of the superiors, the units charged forward with caution and a well- oiled intent to assault in self-defence.

But, Mr. Zero and his team had already fled the scene.

Deacon, the senior most amid the special forces, emerged from the unregistered vehicle and marched to the train. He was the only who seemed unconcerned about his safety. Unlike the team he led, he was not clad in a bullet proof vest. He only had a pistol tucked at the back of his trousers.

He walked into the train in search for clues and possible answers.

After a few steps that hinged around a careful scan, he saw the helpless figure of Alexis holding on to dear life in pain.

Deacon squatted and announced his presence, “My bad. Who did this?”

“Zero. He and his friends did this,” She answered.

He chuckled, “I thought that son of a bitch is dead.