Lalka_Travilaf, 16 мая 2018 г., 7:41
Ethan was sitting in the dining room, staring at a plate of ugly gruel. The police always had the best food. Yesterday's note didn't give him any peace. Dry and cold text it read: ''we Have a surprise for you, I hope you remember on 7 April last year.'' Of course, Ethan remembered, and could hardly forget: learning about the tricks of his beloved with some businessman and catching them red-handed, beat both of them on the spot. And after, having drunk, at high speed left on the highway where to death brought down the person and disappeared from a crime scene. Truth, in the news about this nothing not was said: only mention of several fires, the accident on the road and about two runaway dangerous prisoners. ''Strangely...''thought Ethan, ''Why the local press didn't cover all the events of that day?''These and some other thoughts rummaged through Ethan's head. For example, what if one of his colleagues found out about his secret? Then he will have a sad ending. In this country the rules are simple: kill, then be killed and deprived of all honors earned in the service of their sweat and blood. The exception is, perhaps, only the murder of dangerous criminals and enemies of the state. For this you can increase to. Ethan was sitting in the dining room and meditated for about an hour, when the chief called for him. - Ethan, why do you think I called you? I don't know. - Your colleagues are worried about you, you should take the day off. - Thank you, sir. Leaving the chief's office, Ethan had to hear after: ''You have tough days,'' which once again made him shiver. Cases where it is difficult to find the culprit can be investigated for several years, but the detectives are always on the trail. Apparently, now and his fate will not keep itself waiting long. With anxiety Ethan got to the apartment. In anybody thought, as if pesky cockroaches, drilled holes in his brain. He imagined how it condemn all relatives, friends and colleagues look down on him; and Oh, if you immediately die, but first torture censure of the public, banned torture in interrogations, which he often conducted... And so for a year, until he was administered a lethal injection. Before dark, we had no more than two hours - to escape is no point. Perhaps it has already declared wanted, and nothing can be done. Take a look at the holster on his Desk. ''What to do?'' - wriggles around in Ethan's head. Evening of April 7, chief Ethan and his colleagues are heading to his apartment. Such an event should be noted at the home of his subordinate. The chief already in anticipation of how happy his friend and colleague on promotion. A year ago, though stupidity, but Ethan, as it turned out, was hit by a very dangerous criminal, whose blood is coveted by all, and whose capture was difficult to organize, since he already managed to escape. Of course, the chief wasn't very happy that things came up so late, and Ethan didn't inform him - his boss. But the rules and the law oblige to encourage such employees, even if they do not report to the authorities. A little reprimand would be appropriate. Although a higher position, and so will be a challenge, more responsibility, however, as the work. Tapping in the apartment, no one answered, the door was ajar. With a sharp movement, opening the door, the chief and his colleagues Ethan loudly said: ''Ethan, we congratulate you...'' the words hung in the air; opposite the door, where Ethan's friends and colleagues were crowding, there was a table with a motionless body behind it, and the gun lying on the table was still warm. Author: Lalka_Travilaf
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