Boundless

Buisness as usual

My name is Juniper You may not believe me, and you don't have to. All I ask is that you at least will listen to what I have to say. It all happened in June 5 2017, my partner
and I we're about to find our selves arresting the man responsible for the biggest drug ring in history. It took a couple of strings to pull and phone calls to trace down the truck, but once we did the man driving did not make it easy . He had booked it as soon as he had realized that we had been following him for a couple blocks , and we continued to tail him. After a couple of blocks I feel he realized he wouldn't make it away, so he slammed on the breaks and we went right into the back of his truck. Liquid from the back of his truck spilled everywhere on the ground and our car, and before I could grasp anything that was going on our car was in flames. My partner David had been knocked out from the impact. I was staring around looking for an exit. It felt as if I was in an oven on high. I couldn't tell if the man had gotten away, however I didn't care. All I could think about was "am I going to make it out of this alive"? My body was paralyzed and David was a limp noodle. I tried to unbuckle my seat belt but it was too hot. As I lay my head back on the head rest I breathed in what I only imagined would be my last hard breath I took, and the car exploded. My eyes went black and I felt my self unravel as if you could take a sweater and pull a loose string and it would go on and on for eternity, until it just stopped. My entire being just stopped. All at the same time I existed and did not. Until I felt something nipping at me, at my fingers specifically. "WAIT MY FINGERS"! "I'M ALIVE"! I opened my eyes and found my self in bandages and an IV in my arm. I tried to move my head but found it difficult seeing how my neck was in a knot. It wasn't supposed to turn out this way. David and I were part of the DCPC (Department of Committed Protection Committee).  A legal approved non profit unit whereas long as you were an officer they would provide food and a place for you to live. Sometimes money would be rewarded for the work that we did. Our apartments were stationed in Luna, Boston. I now lay in the DCPC med bay and wonder where the hell David is at. I unplug the IV which sets off a tiny alarm and stumble to my feet. The ground is cold and dead but so are my nerves, and my body is sore as all hell. I had a tiny room with a bed perfectly made, and to the right of that a window and to the left of that a small night table with a glass of water. I took a drink and it tasted terrible, like it had been there for weeks. I made it to the door which was propped open and looked a clock just above the door frame which read about 2:30 am. I found the front desk and asked about David and they said he'd checked out a few hours before me and was going to bring back some food. I gathered my belongings and gun, and called David. It went straight to voice mail, so I headed home and slept more until about 6:30 am. I got up, showered and received a text, and it was from David. He told me to meet him in the DCPC court yard and so I brushed my teeth and left. I found him in the court yard laying down underneath the willow tree which was really the only tree in the whole area. It was still dark out so I could really only see a figure of his body through the dusk. I called out for him and no reply I walked over and found him, however he didn't look right, he looked lifeless. I tried to grab him but I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see nothing and when I turned back around I found a pair of eyes meeting mine. It was David standing right in front of me. I couldn't move I was paralyzed with fear and he gave me a wink and a smile "come with me. We have a lot to discuss".