David found the Department to be a huge responsibility, with many depending on him for advice and guidance. Along with this, he had a new person in his life. Alessia meant everything to David, despite her criminal background; he supported her unquestioningly. His responsibilities as a police officer were being tested by his new relationship, with many High Command members now scrutinizing him on his loyalties.
One fateful day, however, David found himself driving to the abandoned fishing pier at Verona beach, called by a distraught Alessia. Upon arriving, David found Alessia aiming a Sub-Machine gun upon his person, his eyes widening as he realized why she was doing it. He knew his mistakes; of neglecting her, and betraying her trust. She cried as she stared at David, the damage he’d done impossible to repair…she raises the submachine gun to her chest. “Noooooo!”, David screamed. In an attempt to stop Alessia from shooting herself, he leapt at her hand, in a futile effort to relieve her of the weapon. Alessia shot herself in the stomach, later dying in hospital. This event had left David in complete despair and under suspicion by his own Detectives. As the situation had been highly suspect, and the witnesses few, David faced scrutiny and was eventually driven into a long path of depression.
14:35, November 25th, 2008
Returning from his deep thoughts, David glanced up, letting out a deep sigh, turning slowly, looking to his desk. David, noticing a large manila envelope on the side of his desk, which he hadn’t noticed previously, raised his left eyebrow slightly. He moved to his large leather swivel-chair, plunking himself down in the soft folds of the seat. David moved his hand across the desk, sliding the envelope across in front of him, taking a letter opener and slicing it open. The contents spilled out of the envelope as he shook them out on the desk.
Staring down at the contents, David’s eyes widened, noticing the official seal of the ‘FBI’. Astounded by what he saw, David picked up the letter, reading over it, and his eyes widened more and more as he read through it. Taking the letter and smaller package from the manila envelope, David moves across the room and puts the letter through the shredder, quickly glancing around before slipping the smaller package into his jacket. Moving swiftly across the office floor, David moved through the door into the large expanse of the LSPD’s interior. David ignored several greetings by fellow officers, his momentum carrying him out of the building quickly.
A black sentinel awaited David outside of the Police Department, its dark, seemingly unreflective surface providing a sense of foreboding. Two men in black suits exited the sentinel, motioning for David to step inside. The suited, presumed now to be Agents, watched the surrounding area, strangely deserted for mid-afternoon. As David slid into the sentinel, the two Agents slid in beside him, either side, the sentinel speeding off swiftly out of Pershing Square. The sentinel continued through the city, driving through various alleyways and taking misleading directions, to a location obviously meant to be a secret.
Two hours later
Sitting in the middle of the room, David looked up at the Regional Director, listening intently, barely catching every word. “You are needed…country requires it…special assignment…you’re identity…we’ll sort it all out…next week…private plane”. As the Director finished, he looked directly at David, not an expression showing on his face as he asked his only question: “Do you accept?”. David considered the story he’d just been told, and the implications of accepting and not; his mind racing as he looked back at the Director, barely being able to make eye-contact. “Yes, Sir, I accept”.
One week later
The events of the past hour had gone by in a blur, and so far the plan was going perfectly, Sergeant Late had taken the bait and Commander Sokolov had taken action. Being transported back to the Police Department, David sat back, silently watching Kiril as he drove through Pershing Square into the LSPD’s garage. After being moved to the squad room, Kiril began questioning David, barely getting anywhere, as was the plan. As Kiril was about to place David in a cell, he allowed Harrison one last request; to return to the garage and retrieve a personal item.
Falling for the ruse, Kiril escorted David down to the garage, where David took advantage of his trust, rushing inside a premier, taking a sidearm from under the seat and sliding on a Kevlar vest. Taking his set of master keys, David shoved them into the ignition, flooring the accelerator and speeding around the garage, towards the gates. Commander Sokolov ordered for the gates to be closed and locked down, the toll operator complying, stopping David in his tracks.
Driving back to where Kiril was standing, David flicked the engine off and slid his jacket over his Kevlar, concealing it. Lieutenant Harrison stepped out, drawing his sidearm and facing Commander Sokolov, eyeing him closely. David raised his arm, aiming at Kiril, poising his finger over the trigger. Not taking a chance – Kiril opened fire, hitting Harrison around his chest, the bullet being stopped by the vest. David leapt across the garage several times, rolling behind a pillar, taking pot-shots at Kiril while he rested in his cover. Looking around the pillar, David ran out, taking shots at Kiril, hitting him on his neck just as Kiril discharged a single round.
The bullet whistled through the air, its smooth surface sending it flying towards David’s head, the round hitting David’s left-side of his head. Pieces of blood and bone splinters flew outwards as the bullet impacted on the side of the head.
The disguised blood pack concealed with a piece prosthetic skin concealing it had exploded, creating the first part of the act which was to follow. The electronic sensor attached to the blood pack, sensing the breach of the pack, transmitted a message to the electric device on David’s chest. The device, similar to a “pace maker”, immediately send out an electric shock, stopping David’s heart and effectively rendering him clinically dead by all means. David collapsed to the ground, his body falling limp, the blood pack, barely able to be seen now, leaking blood across the garage floor.
Several Medical personnel of the EMS arrived, seeing David’s state, deemed it unnecessary to attempt CPR, due to the head wound’s ‘apparent’ severity. The Medics moved quickly towards Kiril, treating him as a second ambulance arrived. Two medics hopped out of the second ambulance, taking a stretcher and moving David onto the stretcher, whisking him into the ambulance. The ambulance sped off, disappearing as fast as it had arrived.
Fifteen minutes later
After performing the necessary resuscitation on David, the two medics, now recognized more closely as Agents, looked down at David as he opened his eyes, spluttering. “God, I’m not doing that again”, David exclaimed loudly. The two Agents smirked slightly, one of them removing a manila folder from his jacket, handing it to David, along with a clean suit. David nodded, groaning loudly from the throbbing pains in his chest, slowly getting changed as he sat up on the stretcher. A LCD screen on the wall of the “ambulance” flickered on, an image of the Director appearing before David. “You’ll find everything you need inside the folder”; “You will be escorted to the airport and then flown to Washington via private jet. You’ll meet with your contact there, and you will go from there”. Looking back at the screen, David nodded once; “I understand”. Fixing his eyes on David, the Director killed the display as his last words went through the speakers; “Good luck Harrison, see you in a year”.
One Year Later, Present Day
The sleek, black jet hit the runway softly, its wheels screeching for a moment, the pilot slowly edging the plane into its respective private hangar. Several minutes later, the stairs were deployed from the plane, a lone figure appearing at the top of the stairs. David Harrison looked down the stairs around the hangar, descending slowly as he looked to the suited man at the bottom. Smiling, David extended his arm, taking the man’s hand in his and shaking it firmly, letting out a small sigh. “It’s been a long time. It’s great to see you again Jack”. Looking at Jack, David felt a rush of old, suppressed memories floating back, of the LSPD and the great number of friends he had made. Following Jack, David left the hangar, entering a black, tinted-window vehicle outside, leaving the airport in a most casual manner.
The fading sun was setting on the horizon, sending beautiful rays of light across the tarmac, as the day came to an end. It was the beginning of something new, with an old city, greeting an old friend.
