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TWO WEEKS AGO It was just to easy, it was like she was waiting for me already ' Jeremy said which lengthened the laughter already established by the six other men sitting around him at the corner of the street. They all seem to be engaging in heavy smoking and atleast not less than two bottles of alcohol beside each of them execpt Jeremy who was just there with a soda and making the six older men laugh. They had been there for a couple of hours and even though the sun didn't seem to approve of their gathering as it was a hot and sunny afternoon just like it always is every other afternoon, so they were used to it. Jeremy had befriended this six heavy drinkers a long time ago before he went to college and now he is out , so they go way back. He has a degree in criminology, spent a year in police academy and now works as a profiler at a local police station . Jeremy had always wanted to become a cop, profiler, detective , P.I , laywer, or anything in the law enforcement agency. Ever since his bestfriend and her parent were killed by armed robbers eight years ago, he figured he owed it to his friend to become a cop in order to prevent anything like that from happening to anyone else he cared about or so he thought. Jeremy's friends afterward obviously didn't like the fact that he became a crime fighter because of the fact that they were involved in petty crimes themselves. Eight years of freindship isn't child's play so there had to be a certain level of trust, affection, and bond between them. So it no suprise that Jeremy, a twenty four year old profiler is hanging out with six very much older douchebags in the middle of a hot afternoon. They aren't exactly who you call " good guys ", but Jeremy dosen't care. He even gave them a name, " SQUADS " which he defined as a group of weird male addicts who share common idea, concept and view about life, they come together at particular spot everyday to drink, smoke, argue, fight, fantasis about the opposite s*x, and then drink again. In otherwords, you can call them thugs, illiterates, criminals, douchebags, and morons but Jeremy prefers to call them SQUADS because it is a nicer and less offenssive term of referring to them. Jeremy is someone with a big sense of humour. He had been doing a great job of making his so called SQUARDS laugh out loud ever since they've gathered together. Anyone looking at them laughing, smoking, and sitting like idiots in a hot weather would easily know that they had nothing better to do. Jeremy shifted the conversation from telling random jokes to asking personal question which is usually what he does when he is about to leave. 'So Don. Did you find the money you were looking for ?’ Jeremy asked facing a bald black man who seems to be the oldest of them all. 'Yes I did' Don answered obviously amazed at the speed at which the conversation changed . 'Let me guess. You want to start going.' Another man said.'if you want to leave Jeremy, just leave . stop changing the conversation before it' he added. So they figured it out ! Jeremy thought to himself. He knew he couldn't use that strategy forever , he just didn't know how long it will take for them to find out. And since they have , he might well just leave. 'OK then, I'll be heading home now. See you guys next time ' Jeremy said as he left them. -+- It took Jeremy only a few minutes to get his street , it was not far from where he usually meet with his SQUAD to do their daily routine. He walked a little bit further into the street and in just a second he heard two loud gunshots from his house and before he could react , he saw two young men run out of his compound, both wearing hoodies and shades hiding their face. He watched as the two men ran towards a black jeep, they hup in and zoom off hurriedly. He walked towards his house and noticed that the door was slightly opened. He panicked a little and made a silent prayer hoping it wasn't what he was thinking. He dashed his way into the house and his mouth went agape at what he saw. Both his mother and father are lying on the floor, his mother visibly dead while his father is close to kicking the bucket. He rushed toward his dad and knelt beside him. 'Dad¡¡ dad¡¡ please stay with me. Don't do this to me. Am calling the ambulance right away' He quickly brings out his phone and dailed 911. His father opened his mouth and tried to tell Jeremy something but he couldn't speak well. '911. What your emergency ? ' A female voice said to jeremy on the phone. 'My parent were shot, my mum is dead but my dad is still breathing. He needs help' Jeremy wailed trying not to burst into tears. 'Okay, stay calm. I'll send an ambulance right away. What your location' The dispatcher asked. Jeremy looked at his father and noticed he is still trying to speak. He finally did and gave up the ghost. 'Hello are you still there' The dispatcher asked. 'Don't worry. He's dead' Jeremy said and hanged up. He tried to recall what his fathers last words were and if he heard him right, it sounded something like ''aluras''. What the hell does that mean ? Jeremy thought. But he couldn't worrry about that at the moment. There is a hole in front of his mother's head while one beside his father's skull and he he's trying as much as he can not to burst into tears.