I shook violently when I heard the next bullet passing by me.

I took a breathe harshly and tried to swallow some air but, but my

lungs felt like they were closed tightly. Or maybe the mountainside air was just simply heavy because of the smell of blood and gunpowder.

I finally managed to suck some oxygen into my chest and turned around to check if I could see the shooters behind the car.

only two of them were still hanging and shooting, the rest were all shot or captured by FBI and Local police. one thinks they would give up with their numbers but they just didn't give up on resisting!

I had a clear shot towards Shooter No.1 so I forgot my sweat and stress and jumped out to fire my gun.

I shot him in the shoulder and it him somewhere near his collar bone which lead the him losing his grip on his gun and falling down.

I tried to go back to my last position behind the car but before I got the chance, Shooter No.2 shot me and made me fall down harshly on the ground.

when I hit the ground and my eyes went black, I heard another shot which I seriously hoped that it meant Shooter No.2 is down.

John ran to me and took my head so he could look me in the eye "Are you Okay?"

Shooter No.2 had shot me in my vest but it still hurts like hell so I could just barely nod "I'll live... did they get him?"

"yeah it's all clear" he helped me up and took the vest so I could breathe. it was freezing cold in the mountainside and yet we were sweating crazy which was most likely because of the tension and stress.

I lifted my shirt so I could look at the bruises made by bullet hitting my stomach and although it was bad, it was still better than actually getting shot.

few minutes later I could stand up and walk without any help.

damn, this was just suppose to be a car chasing, nothing more!

we were just damn lucky that John always kept 2 vests in the trunk and we managed to put them on as soon as the shooting began.

The FBI agents pushed the criminals into their vehicles and some of them were attending the wounded till the ambulance gets here.

Aganet Gret who was standing next to me looked at me and saw something that lead him to asking "is this your first time in battle?"

I froze for a moment and my mind traveled to 2 years ago... but I did not let it hang out there and replied shortly "No."

John patted me on shoulder "We better get back to the station... Hey, thats our pervert!"

John saw one of FBI agents taking the prevert that we were carrying to the station before all this happened to their cars and got distracted. He ran toward them yelling like someone was trying to kidnap his son or something.

I rolled my eyes in frustration and sat in the police car.

I was just about to relax a little bit when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. "Hello?"

"Anya, Hey dear! how are you doing?" a delightful voice was heard from the other line and I also tried to seem more energetic than what I felt "Thanks Mary, I'm fine. you?"

"Okay. so,where are you?"

I looked out of the car "Umm... at work, why?"

"Well mom invited us over for dinner tonight, you haven't forgotten right?" She asked suspiciously.

I bit my lip harshly. Damn, that had totally slipped my mind!

" I did actually, good thing you reminded me. and it's just us right?'

"As far as I know." She said innocently.

"Ok then I'll see you later"

"See you honey!" I could literally feel her smile from behind the phone and although I was still shocked up, it made me grin stupidly too.

John got on the car when I hung up. "So, did you catch our pervert?"

He rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction and answered in a annoyed tone " No, this federal people! they said he was now FBI's responsibility "

"What? but he had nothing to do with the shooting!" I was shocked by how stupid all this was.

Right before we were called from main station to chase a armed car nearby our permanent, me and John arrested a murderer.

A pervert who had a long history of public harassment and had now accidentally killed someone while doing so.

He was with us when we arrived and got caught up in the middle of the shooting.

"They said because he was present at a FBI operation, they must get his confession themselves and see what he says. Anyway, we are doomed! Captain is going to kill us!"

Oh dear God. After a minute when the premature was clear enough, John started the car and we rode about an hour to get out of the mountainside and back to the city.

We worked in NYPD. People at the shooting today must have thought it was a newbie or something, but as a matter of fact I've been working for police for more than 5 years now. Detective Anya Hale! huh.

One day hearing this would make me to puke rainbow but now it was just a routine.A rather weird routine.

My stomach hurt because of the gunshot and my feet felt heavy in my black boots. My hair was all sticky and dirty because of rolling on grounds and my sweat had dried because of the cold weather.

A pretty messed up mood which felt oddly like a normal day.

To be honest, I wasn't unhappy. working as a police specially working on homicide cases has been always my dream. The only problem was that after an accident two years ago, I wasn't good with guns.

I could rip 40 people with knives and don't even blink, but guns... they weren't exactly my thing.

We finally arrived at the station and I directly went for the lockers, when John called me " Hey, shouldn't we meet up with the Captain first?"

"Yeah well, you go do that. I'm too dirty. and if the Capitan said something, make sure to mention that I got shot and he better give me a break!"