Enforcers are highly regarded and respected, that's why I became one. But I recently encountered the infamous Loose Canon of Undercity who not only hates the enforcers or anyone from topside, but rather enjoys tormenting us.
Nick, a new addition to the Enforcers, was midnight patrolling the docks of Hexgates along with his senior partner Marco. "So why did you join the Enforcers? Especially now when we are in open conflict with the Gangs from Undercity." Marco asked Nick.
"When I was little an Enforcer, named Grayson, saved my life during the Rebellion. Later I found out she was a well-respected figure in the whole city but was murdered in a gang conflict in Undercity. I wanted to kinda follow in her footsteps, you know. Serve the city, help the people and earn a name for myself. So I joined the academy and completed my training as fast as I could to join the field." Nick replied.
"That's cool and all but don't get over your head. Watch out for yourself first. Not everyone respects the Enforcers. Especially down there." Marco said pointing across the bridge at Undercity.
Nick was surveying the ships when he saw an orange glow in the dark of the night. He stared in that direction for a second and yelled, "FIRE! Fire at dock number 4." He broke into a sprint and Marco followed.
They reached the dock and saw a ship on fire. They ran to the freight ship and met another team of Enforcers. "What's going on?" Marco yelled at them.
"We were patrolling these docks, but the ship suddenly caught fire. We didn't see anyone enter or leave." One of the Enforcers replied. "You call the Fire Control, we will sweep the area. Nick, you keep a lookout here." Marco gave the orders and they left him by the burning ship.
Nick looked around for a possible culprit but didn't see anyone. All of a sudden, he heard a voice between the roaring flames. He focused and sure enough heard a woman's voice coming from inside the ship. He looked for an opening between the flames and jumped onboard. Covering his mouth and nose he shouted, "Is anyone here? Can you hear me?" No reply came so Nick ran through the ship, trying to avoid the fire and debris. He reached the stairway leading to the Cargo hold and heard a girl's laughter coming from below. He quickly jumped down but twisted his ankle on landing.
NIck fell down in a puddle of water and tried to stand up despite the pain in his foot. The entire hold was slowly filling with water. He looked around for a breach and saw someone with blue hair between the boxes. "Hey who are you? What are you doing down here? It's dangerous." He said while trying to drag himself across the shallow pool of water. She suddenly vanished between the boxes. Nick took out his gun from its holster and looked around frantically. He could hear water splashing from different directions and tried to follow.
CLANG! Nick turned around and saw a toy monkey sitting on a box. It began banging its cymbals repeatedly. He slowly moved towards it, hopping on his good foot.
THUMP! Nick felt something metallic and heavy hit the back of his head and fell down. He tried to turn around quickly but his gun was kicked away and a heavy boot landed on his chest. He looked up, saw a gun pointing straight at him, and holding it was a girl in her late teens, or early twenties perhaps. She had long blue hair tied into twin braids reaching her waist. Nick recognized her. She was Jinx, a psychotic anarchist from the undercity, wanted for multiple murders and theft and basically any crime there was about causing chaos.
Jinx stared down at the Enforcer in the rising water pool, pressing down her foot. She had a blank look on her face which creeped Nick out. After a few seconds, she tilted her head to one side, Clink! He heard her pull the hammer of her gun and braced himself for the shot, trying to put on a brave face. Boom! An explosion erupted in the corner of the room of the hold and more water began pouring in. Without taking her eyes off him, Jinx spun her gun and holstered it. She took her foot off Nick's chest and stepped back. He stared back at Jinx for a moment and thought this was his chance. He tried to spring back to his feet but was met with a heavy booted spin kick flat on his face and blacked out.
Nick woke up with a heavy head. He had a blindfold on and a mouth gag. He tried to move but realized he was tied with his hands behind his back to a chair. He tried to shake himself off and scream but could only bring out a muffled whimper. He spent the next 10 minutes in a futile attempt to get out of his restraints when he heard heavy footsteps getting closer to him.
The blindfold was ripped from his face, and Nick tried to adjust to the light. He was in a dark room with a little window for light. The room was empty except for a shower head on one side and a squat toilet on the other, it must be a bathroom, he thought.
He looked up and saw Jinx staring down at him with her arms crossed. He finally got a clear look at her, with her toned body and small but perky breast covered by a tight crop top and striped and tattered pants. He tried to speak out of his gagged mouth. Hearing the squeaks from her captive Jinx started laughing like a maniac. Her entire body language changed as she skipped in circles around him, running her hands over his body and Nick suddenly realized he was completely naked. When did that happen, did she take off my uniform and tied me up naked like that, Nick thought. He was now even more nervous about his current situation and scared of the young girl dancing and laughing around him.
