A Lifetime With You

"Damn, what the heck?" I'll just wake up and I'll catch it right away. I texted Jess. He said we were going to arrest someone. I almost forgot. At the same time, I also convinced Jess to look for it's address. I quickly got up and hurriedly got dressed. I wear sleeved shirts and also slacks. Our officer told us to dress no shorter than an inch above the knees and wear skirts no shorter than an inch above the knees. I hurried to open the car and quickly pulled it over. I remember Jess. I took my cellphone and called him. He answered it in less than a minute. "I'm nervous Leigh, we couldn't say permission to your father." traces in Jess's voice that showed he was really nervous. "Jess, we're going to do this not only for us but for the children, the one who held us up, the one who killed their father." "Yes, Leigh, but..." he still hesitated. "Nothing but Jess." I'm still shouting. I can't be bothered. Do you know that? Of course not, haha. "Just give me that damn address, and let's just meet there! " I yelled at him. He never missed being one of my very kind friends. He gave me the address where the hold-up is. I could easily go there. "Are you going to commit suicide?" I asked when a young man was about to pass by. I blew his horn loudly and opened my car to shout at him. "Hey, are you committing suicide?" I'm a little disgusted. Ah. It's as if he's scared of me in his stance. "Bullshit." I shouted. I looked at the tire of my car and I saw that it was flat. I'll just look for an available car. He's scared of me, huh. He's shaking. He thought maybe I would point a knife at him, but I only took out my wallet. I opened it to show him my badge. "I'm NBI. I need your car right now. Get down! " I shouted angrily at him. He's staring. I feel like I'm melting. He's just staring. After a while, I couldn't stand it anymore and I shouted at him very loudly. "Hey, are you deaf or just stupid?" I asked, "I'm in a hurry, you know." "H-ha..." Whether it floated or exploded, he was captivated by my beauty. I just struggled against myself. "What the heck?" It was floating, so I almost ran to the other side of his car. "Follow that van." I commanded again, pointing to the van in front of us. He didn't ask any more questions and immediately started his car. He was not in the right frame of mind now. Have I captured you, men? I just think I feel like I'm right haha. I'm sorry I'm just beautiful, Leigh the audacity. A few minutes later, we reached the van, as if this one was racing, the strength to run fast. I took the gun out of my pocket and c****d it, "Just keep driving, just steady men." I opened the van and immediately hit it, but first a man in the car in front of us fired. "Bow down your heads, men!" I yelled, and he did. While no one was firing, I slowly raised my head. "Speed up the drive; we're keeping our distance from the van men." When we got close to the van, I fired again. I aimed at the tires and with a bang, "Bull's eye!", I blew them up. The car swerved until it hit a pole. I motioned for him to stop the car, and he did, then I got out. He also went down, because my fellow policemen had already arrived. My companions approached the van, and they immediately pulled the criminals out of the van and brought them to me. Not only are the police here, but also the media and the curious and inquisitive. Their presence will not be lost. "Many thanks to the hold-uppers, agent Tolentino," said the Manila Police District chief. "It doesn't matter, Sir," I said. "It just happened to be there, so I responded immediately." " It's just luck". Lie, it's not really a coincidence that I was just there. "I know it's not luck. I heard from director Narcisso about what you did as an NBI agent." "Keep up the good work," he said and patted my shoulder. I shook the boss's hand. The boss left, and I smiled in emptiness, in the corner of my eyes. I noticed the tall man who owned the car I used to chase the hold-uppers. It seemed to be approaching me, but it just collapsed. I immediately ran towards him. As I got closer, I noticed that his left arm was bleeding. I don't know, was it hit before? I asked myself as I stared at him. "Help, help." I still shout loudly. He might die, oh god no. I'm really at fault right now. I swear dad will scold me again. There were medics who immediately attended to me. They moved the man on the stretcher and then rode him to the ambulance. I immediately thought, "How should I escape this one?" What the freak, what shall I do now?