MidReal Story
City of Shadows
Scenario: I live in an old city plagued by crime.
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Jamie Carter
local vigilante, allies with local police, athletic build, sharp eyes, determined and secretive.
Mark Sullivan
detective at the local precinct, works closely with Jamie, rugged appearance, analytical and stern.
Elena Vasquez
journalist covering the city's crime wave, knows Jamie indirectly, sleek and professional look, curious and brave.
I’m a local vigilante in an old city plagued by crime.
I’ve been doing this for a while now, and I’ve managed to keep my identity a secret.
I work closely with the local police, and I have to say, it’s been a great experience.
The city’s crime rate has soared due to a new criminal organization’s rise, and the police have been working hard to bring them down.
The organization is involved in drug smuggling, human trafficking, and other illegal activities.
They’re well-organized and have managed to stay under the radar for years.
But not anymore.
I was on my way home from work when I saw a group of men unloading boxes from a truck into an abandoned warehouse in my neighborhood.
I knew something was up because that warehouse had been empty for years.
I parked my car at the corner of the street and watched them from afar.
They were all wearing black hoodies and gloves, and they were carrying guns.
I called Detective Mark Sullivan and reported what I had seen.
He was thrilled to know that I was on the scene, and he told me not to do anything crazy while he and his team were on their way.
I was a little offended by that remark, but I couldn’t blame him for being concerned about my safety.
I’ve been doing this for a while, but I’m not invincible.
I have a small athletic build, with sharp eyes and short black hair.
I’m not the most intimidating person out there, but I can hold my own in a fight if I have to.
A few minutes later, Mark arrived with the rest of his team.
He had a rugged appearance, with short brown hair and a short beard.
He was wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and boots, and he had a stern look on his face as he approached me.
“Do you see anything?”
he asked as I handed him my binoculars.
“They’re unloading boxes from a truck and carrying them into that warehouse over there,” I said, pointing to the building down the street.
Mark looked through the binoculars for a moment before handing them back to me.
“Do you know how many of them there are?”
he asked as he signaled his team to follow him down the street.
“I saw at least eight, but there could be more inside,” I replied as I followed him.
Mark nodded as we walked closer to the warehouse.
Once we were close enough, Mark signaled his team to take cover as they prepared to storm the building.
I followed them from behind, sticking close to Mark as he led us inside.
The warehouse was dark and cold, and it smelled like urine and mold as we walked through it.
We carefully made our way toward the back of the building, where we found a group of men talking near a stack of boxes.
They noticed us entering the room and immediately reached for their guns, but Mark and his team were faster as they opened fire at them from behind the boxes they were using as cover.
I watched in amazement as Mark’s team quickly took out the rest of the men in the room without getting a scratch.
I was about to clap when I noticed one of them getting up from behind a box with a gun in his hand, ready to open fire at us.
I quickly pulled out my Taser and shot him before he could do any damage, causing him to drop his gun and fall to the ground, twitching.
“Was that really necessary?”
Mark asked me as he approached the man on the ground.
“Better safe than sorry,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders.
Mark gave me a disapproving look before he ordered two of his men to take the man outside and put him in a patrol car with the rest of his friends.
Once they were done, Mark turned his attention back to me.
“Thanks for your help back there,” he said with a smile.
“I appreciate it.”
“No problem,” I replied as I put my Taser away.
“I’m just glad I was able to help.”
They noticed us entering the room and immediately reached for their guns, but Mark and his team were faster as they opened fire at them from behind the boxes they were using as cover.
Driving home from work, I let out a loud yawn as I rubbed my eyes, trying to stay awake.
I had been working long hours for the past few days, and all I wanted to do was go home, take a shower, and get some sleep.
The city was unusually quiet tonight, which made it easier for me to focus on getting home without any distractions.
Before everything changed, this city used to be known for its bustling nightlife, but now most people stayed indoors after dark due to the increase in crime rates.
As I turned onto my street, something caught my eye and made me stop dead in my tracks.
It was an unfamiliar truck parked in front of an abandoned warehouse at the end of the block.
My heart started racing as I watched a group of men dressed in black hoodies unloading large boxes from the truck into the warehouse.
Although it wasn’t unusual for trucks to be parked in this part of town at this time of night, something about this particular scene didn’t seem right.
The warehouse had been empty for as long as I could remember.
Located near the city’s industrial sector, it used to be a thriving part of the city back in the day, but it had fallen into disrepair over the years and had been left untouched ever since.
For some reason, this sudden activity at the warehouse seemed suspicious, and my instincts told me that something was up.
I watched in silence as the men continued to unload the boxes from the truck, trying to make sense of what was going on.
It was already well past midnight, and it was highly unlikely that they were moving into the warehouse at this hour, which only made it even more suspicious to me.
Without thinking, I quickly turned the engine off and reached for my phone so that I could call the local precinct, but then I remembered what they told me last time and decided to do things differently this time.
Instead, I parked my car at the corner of the street, behind a row of parked cars, so that my car wouldn’t be seen or noticed by anyone driving by.
As soon as my car was parked, I got out and walked down the street, using my phone as a flashlight so that I could see where I was going in the dark.
I slowly made my way toward the end of the block, careful not to make any noise as I did so, and found a good spot to hide behind a building just across the street from the warehouse so that I could watch the scene unfold without being seen.
From my vantage point, I could see everything clearly, but no one could see me watching them unless they looked hard enough.
I watched in silence as the men continued to unload the boxes from the truck and carry them into the warehouse one by one until they finished unloading everything from the truck.
The men unloading the boxes were cautious, constantly looking around as if they were afraid someone would catch them in the act, which only confirmed my suspicions even more; these guys were definitely part of the same criminal organization that we had been tracking for what felt like an eternity now.
I glanced around to make sure no one was looking in my direction before pulling out my phone and snapping some photos to use as evidence later on when I got the chance to send them to the local precinct, then put my phone back in my pocket just in time to see the truck drive away into the night once the men finished unloading everything from it, leaving me to wonder what was inside the boxes that was so important that these guys were willing to risk getting caught transporting it all the way across town at this hour of the night, and why they had chosen this particular warehouse as their destination instead of somewhere else where they wouldn’t have been so easily seen or noticed by anyone who happened to be driving by.
The only thing I could think of was drugs, but there was no way for me to know for sure what was inside the boxes without getting closer so that I could take a closer look at them up close and personal.
I considered going inside to investigate further, but then thought better of it and decided against it since it was too dangerous for me to do alone without having backup nearby in case things went wrong, which left me with only one other option; calling the local precinct as planned and reporting everything that I had seen so far while watching the scene unfold.
I quickly got up from the ground and walked back to my car, then got inside and locked the doors before calling Detective Mark Sullivan and telling him what happened so far while watching the scene unfold.
I could hear his phone ringing on the other end of the line as he answered it just a few seconds later, sounding groggy as he did so with a tired voice.
“Who is this?”
he asked, sounding annoyed by the interruption of his sleep.
I told him who it was and he sounded shocked by the call, but quickly snapped out of it after I explained everything that had happened so far while watching the scene unfold.
“Are you sure?”
he asked, sounding disbelieving of the news that I had just told him over the phone, but then he remembered who was calling him and realized that it had to be true if I said it was; after all, he had never known me to lie before in the past, especially not about something so serious like this, which was why he quickly told me that he would dispatch a team of officers to the location right away so that they could investigate further and find out for sure.
“Stay put,” he said as we ended the call a few seconds later, “I’ll send a team over there right away so that they can investigate further and find out for sure if this is the real deal or not.”
