“No sir… they’re either out of commission or in the field." Do we have any undercover agents who can go?” He asked Buck. The detective looked down at the young man and sighed. The whole office stopped in their tracks and looked at both the intern and the detective. “Wait sir… with all due respect, wouldn’t it be smarter to send someone to meet him in person? He might start suspecting things if cops suddenly knew what he looked like.” The intern quickly said. “Get his description throughout the whole city, every district should be on the lookout for him!” Hilling shouted through the office. He was fairly light skinned, well built, looking at the plethora of shirtless pictures he had posted. On the screen pictures of a young, hispanic looking male were shown. Hillings stroked his chin and looked at the phone. We are almost 100% certain that this guy is the head of operations.” We even checked all the people that he follows, also follow each other. "I-it means people that follow each other. Hillings looked at the young officer with a look of confusion. We cross referenced all of the names we have with the former suspects and they are his mutuals.” “Over here Sir!” One of the somewhat newer interns stood up from his desk and waved his commanding officer towards him. Hillings stood up and followed his Sergeant. He knew of this operation taking place, but never expected it to bear any fruit. “One of our interns had set up an Instagram account to try and reach some of the gang members, and he seems to have caught the biggest of them all.” "What’s happened, Buck?” Hillings asked with a frown. “Sir! We might have a breakthrough! One of our interns has made contact with who we believe to be the head!" His second in command was standing in his doorway, panting, his chubby body sweating from the seemingly intense physical activity. With no family left to speak of, his only real connections were with his colleagues and those were distant at best.Ī loud knocking on his office door shook Hillings from his train of thought. He had plans to get more into shape, also due to the fact that his doctor had recommended him to do so, but with the massive workload he hadn’t found the time nor energy to start the journey. At 55 years, his body wasn’t what it used to be, and especially after his wife had died of cancer he had been packing on pounds.
His generous beer belly juggled against his desk. Hillings sighed and leaned back in his chair. In tandem with the disappearances new members kept popping up, making the workload of the already overworked police department even heavier. Said gang however had been very elusive, and every time one of the members would get caught they could find nothing that would stick to keep them locked up.
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The town had been tormented by a series of disappearances, which had been traced back to the local drug gang. Senior detective Ronald Hillings rubbed his face in a mix of exhaustion and stress.
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