For the next two weeks Kira didn’t write, nor did she call. Vick made no attempt to see her.
Until the night the war began. They had been informed of a raid in the slums, some shooting and a meeting between the gangs there. Three patrol cars went to the place, Vick was alone that night because his partner was sick. When he got there everything was dark, he entered the abandoned factory where they were believed to be hiding. He searched it and soon found the first subjects, a long time ago he would have simply shot at the legs to immobilize them, but that night he squinted to make sure who they were.
“Idiot”
The sound of the patrols echoed in the silence and unleashed the movements. He hid behind a shelf full of buckets of liquids, he cursed under his breath because it was impossible for him to guess who these guys were. But, when his companions entered, the bullets began to come out of the weapons, the movement became frenetic, the bodies fell to the ground.
Vick’s breathing became agitated. He dropped the gun, took his cell phone and called. One ring. Then another. And another.
Vick?- he heard her from the other side.
-Where are you?- shouted moving towards the window to get away from the sounds.
-At home. What’s all that noise?
-You’re safe- he sighed, then a shadow stood in front of him and fired.
Vick fell to the ground, he put a hand to his chest where blood was already beginning to flow.
-You’re safe- he whispered one last time.
