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Perfect

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Alexander Deris is a great soldier of the Special Unit.

But she has issues coping with her life of defense after the death of her loved one.

One night; a strange occurrence changes the entire atmosphere in the city of Seattle and she keeps bumping into a 19 year old teen called Perfect; a complete charming and witty stranger with whom she begins to share a deep bond.

Things worsen in the city and Alexander suddenly is forced to suspect the one and only person, Perfect.

But it is all impossible.

Because no one can see him apart from her.

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ALEXANDER DERIS "This is your second cigarette already," Frank, the wingman and fatherly figure to Alexander began his usual fibbing in the morning as they waited outside the police station, waiting for his wife "" Actually, it's the third." Alexander, who was puffing spoke, grinning at him. She took a long puff, held it in; the esophagus and chest began to burn due to the mix of the cigarette, she imagined her vital organs yellowing inside. On that note, she released smoke and watched the white cloud of monoxide rise to the bleak day of Seattle. "You'll die rotten one day." Frank murmured. "Amen." Frank gave a long scowl and she grinned, flicking the ashes to the grey tar of the parking lot. They were waiting outside, leaning against the old Jeep Frank had because his wife, Leila and her team had stumbled upon an important lead regarding to a case that both husband and wife were gone crazy scratching their heads on. Alexander was there for the briefing as she had decided to work during her holiday period. She took a longer puff when the front door opened and Leila stepped out; with a large manila envelope in her hands. Seeing Alexander, she quickened her walk and lunged forward to embrace the tall, fit and inked woman whom she loved more than her unborn children. Then she frowned noticing the thick stench of cigarettes off her leather jacket.' "You really need to quit this smoking. Don't your bosses stop you?" Alexander dropped the finished cigarette and doused it with her  heavy boots."When they try, I offer them one." Leila managed to chuckle and Alexander mirrored her smile and outstretched her hand for the envelope. Leila gripped over it. "Not here." The trio were in the nearest bistro that looked more or less like an antique bakery. The inside was engulfed with the aroma of freshly baked cakes and breads, fruits and coffee. Fresh, filtered coffee. Alexander's nose tingled at it and her stomach grumbled. She went for the coffee. "So, what is up?" She asked the couple Leila finally slid the envelope towards her; which she ripped the top open and revealed a thick file and lay it on the rosewood table. A watermark reading 'CONFIDENTIAL' was on every page as she browsed through it. It was a drug and human trafficking case; it started thirteen months ago when a mother of three girls reported them to be missing and they were missing since. The police had arrested one suspect that was a quality controller of the drugs; drugs that were delivered via the coast and after testing, were supplied into local bars and clubs. Alexander mentally noted the names of the bars and realized that just two weeks ago, she went to one of them to meet with her regular informer and have the original gin and tonic. "So the suspect doesn't know anything?" Frank sipped his tea, "Yeah, even after I almost gave him third-degree beating he stuck to his statement. The bosses never communicated in person, either they delegated through menial workers or over phone calls." "And those calls were made from different numbers?" Leila nodded. "Hmm, well, I may know a few guys that can dig through it. But if the gang is like an...international thing then probably I'll have to drag my bosses in. But that's a later thing. Tonight, we may get some results. Did you guys talk to the mother?" "She just gave us a on-the-surface information. Her girls didn't return from school, that's all." Alexander nodded, "We'll see what to do then. I'll leave now." Leila looked up in surprise; "Wait, now? You're going now?" Alexander glanced at her Daytona, "Then when?" Refusing the lift offer, Alexander walked along the sidewalks towards the junction three traffic lights ahead and meanwhile gave her informer a call. "We better crack this." "Looks like a simple case really, I'll set my boys up to it too." The informer said, Alexander sauntered through open traffic without pressing the push buttons, an old woman with less dark hair gazed at her bravado and glanced at the fleet of cars rocketing past. "Yeah it seems. I'll come see you in the evening." "Cool."  Disconnecting, she stuffed the phone back into her pocket and turned a left towards the underground subway.She fist-pumped the watch guard, Carlos, on duty, jumped over the ticket scanners and climbed into the train that closed its doors just behind her. She sat across a teen playing on his phone and stared behind him; through the glass at the gushing scenery. Her mind drifted to what she read in the file Leila gave, one mother with three girls. All gone. She wondered how relatable the story could have been if she was a mother. She let out a stiff laugh. Impossible. Yet she understood what it was to lose someone; flashes of a greyish-blue English neighborhood came to her mind, she closed her eyes once the rod appeared. Don't go there.Dark memories were better off buried in the deepest end of the mind. She tried thinking of something else; yes, about the remaining day. She was going to work out at her penthouse but then what? Probably she'd do some painting, further search on the new case she was helping with. Go for a walk. Goodness, she huffed, it was so hard to live a normal life being a soldier. She'd rather be basking in the blazing hot sun of Afghanistan, crawling through the velvety dunes amongst sand snakes with a burden of day supplies and ammunition. Rather she was there; in the subway with a hormonal teen staring at her three seats away. His hair was a riot of pink tints and his expression was amusing. Like a dog panting. Just the tongue needed to droop out. She read her watch again; there were two more months and two weeks for her vacation to end. And that it was not even eleven. She felt like her vacation was going to be a hell of one. Getting off at her station; she walked on to the street and gave a quick whistle to the nearest cab to come to an abrupt halt. "Golden Towers, please." The taxi driver gave a surprised look and recovered to start driving. Alexander admitted to herself that he was driving deliberately too slow to either charge her a higher fare or because the more time he spent with a pretty lady, the better. She felt the second option was more reasonable given that his eyes bounced to the rear-view mirror often times. ...................... "So he's the one, huh?" Alexander sat on a bar stool, looking over her shoulder towards the open lounge in the club where at a booth of four people sat a troop of medium-sized, bearded men. They appeared to be locals with tattoos drawn all over them. One of them had a young Chinese girl sitting on his lap. She was too young. She raised her brows. The club was on a hype; with Ed Sheeran on full blast with bodies sweaty, grinding against another in the groove. Alexander turned to her informer who served her the martini with splashes of lime and gin. He scribbled names on the napkin. "The guy with the girl? He's Paul. Local guy that owns a garage just past the bar. He is said to the one in contact with the main guys." "Well today, he will never be." "With you after him? No chance," the informer grinned, "once he is held, I'm sure the entire racket is down."  Alexander took a large gulp of her martini and got up from her seat when the troop of guys began heading out through the backdoor. "Call 911." Those guys were using the back alley to be transported somewhere in a large van. She recognized the paint used to color military vans and scowled. "Hey!" The guys paused. The biggest amongst them turned and gestured the rest to go in. The van switched on. The guy walked carefully towards Alexander; his expression read curiosity and fear. The setting got colder with mist clouding most of the alley. "Where are you taking that girl?" She said, fishing out her last cigarette of the day and lit the end of it. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Alexander puffed. "I won't ask again, where are you taking the girl? And where are the other ones?" The guy got pissed and began running towards Alexander who stood relaxed . The guy raised his fist but she dodged it and elbowed his bottom rib as he stumbled ahead. He turned; but Alexander got distracted. Past him, the mist had a grey figure of a person watching. The figure had a bluish halo. Alexander was spellbound by the halo as it seemed to grow until...she felt the impact of knuckles at her cheek. Her jaw clicked and she spat the cigarette out. Hard that punch was that she lost balance and hit her head against the rough tar. The pain was tolerable but her vision kept switching on and off. She decided that that was going to be the end of this beard-guy. Just as she tried getting herself back up, another kick sent her curling herself into a ball as it came in contact with her lower ribs. In the distant she heard the siren of police. Coughing she looked past the guy who began to panic. The halo was still there; it was a grey-blue like the interrogation room back at the base in Georgia. But there was no one standing. Maybe she was drunk. The sirens were still distant and the troop was escaping. She even heard the girl yelp for help. But it was too late. Alexander closed her eyes; giving in to the dull halo, unconscious.

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