What could happen if William is threatened by the cops. What would he do wrong?

1. Written by – Mane Omsy
Black to Blue
Stranded Violence, Wild Intentions

2. Chapter Nine
Intruder in the House
The conversation with William was about White Field Mafia
ruling over Saints Field. They have decided to create violence just
as same as there. Margery was right, Eric thought, they should’ve
moved far away from here. But as an officer he has to solve the
crimes he started investigating. The Zed killer must be found
sooner. If he watches Smith for a while, he could get some ideas
where to start. They have already looked into the files. The call
which threatened to kidnap three young girls were similar to his
deeds in the records.
Eric and Hassan began to look deeper in to the details. The ‘Z’
doesn’t indicate anything. It was just a distraction. They discussed
about William and died George. Suddenly a call from Farra for
Hassan. She was gasping. He got worried. Eric could see that from
his face. Hassan got up all of a sudden and hurried outside. Eric ran
behind him. ‘What’s going on man?’ he asked when caught up on
him.
‘William just broke into my house. She shot him. She thinks he’s
dead’ he swooped into his car.
‘I’ll come with you. He might not be alone’
Farra was holding Ridha in her arms and sitting on the sofa.
The showcase and flower vases shattered on the floor. Blood was all
over the carpets. A blood painted arm on the wall and William on
the floor on his own blood. Farra’s forehead was hit badly on the
glass door in the front. He must’ve barged his way pushing the
door hard on her. Her hands were torn with the vase fragments.
She somehow had managed to find the pistol from the living room
drawer. No body knew the purpose of his visit. Soon as Hassan saw
his wife grounded with the violent break in, he hastened to her
consoling everything is okay. Eric looked at the body. Checked his
pulse, he got one. He suddenly took out his phone to call the
ambulance. Farra stopped him. ‘let him die slowly’ she cried. Ridha
was shocked in her mother’s shelter. She hugged her father and
cried. ‘Did he tell you something?’ Eric inquired. ‘He was holding a
knife, he said nothing. He just wanted us killed, but why?’ she kept

3. weeping in her husbands shoulders. They looked at the body for a
while. After the fearsome atmosphere was cleared, Eric called for an
ambulance. Eric checked William’s phone. He was shocked to find
out a call he had received from Smith an hour ago. He kept the
news to himself. He scrolled down for the fake George and
Nuhman’s murderer. They could be two people or just one.
The body was taken to the morgue. It was cleared in the files
that it was a murder attempt and a break in. It fell into different
categories with Hassan’s interference. The body was later visited by
Rick Jones and he collected the rest of William. The people of
Saint’s field were a little relieved by the death of a drug dealer.
Imam Rizwan and his group celebrated this occasion. They had
faced several threats from drug lords of White Field and here also.
Just because Muslims were banned to use alcoholic products or
prohibited drugs in their religion. The Imam used to advice the
people to avoid such practices.
Eric noticed nothing from Smith’s face. He was calm and
normal. He wanted to know why and what they talked about. He
later told Hassan, when he began trying to forget the incident,
about the call. Hassan grew furious but Eric consoled him to be
patient about it. They must watch Smith. John and Phil agreed to
that. Phil had already noticed some abnormal activities and visits to
White Field. Smith was on to something grave to the society.
The very next day, Eric chased Smith in a casual dress. He
stopped at a weapons warehouse. Smith took out his badge to the
guards. They opened the gates and he went in. Just two minutes
later, Eric did the same and went in. He parked two vehicles away
from Smith. Eric got out and pretended to call. He watched Smith
meeting a man with built-up body. He was a 7 foot high bald
Dwayne Johnson, with tattoos on his shoulders. Eric captured the
moment in his cell phone. He wanted to listen to what they were
talking about. They shook hands and Smith handed an envelope to
him. Eric was crouching down behind his car. He stared carefully at
the man’s face. couldn’t recognize him anywhere. When they
dispersed from the small talk and an exchange, the man walked
back to the building. Eric was struck by the look from his behind.
The same man on the tape. It was not a brilliant idea to deal him at

4. the moment. Patience. The time will come. Or he should set the
exact time.
Catherine had went with Ben to Hassan’s to console Farra
from the shock. Hassan had taken the responsibility for shooting
William. As he was an officer, and for it was a murder attempt
against an officer, he had to shoot him down. Ben played with
Ridha even though he had no closer touch with her. They didn’t go
out until Eric came back.
‘Hassan, I need to talk to you for a second. Call John and Phil too’
Eric called him while he drove back to pick up Catherine.
‘it was all a distraction, the mask, the letter and the threatening
calls’ Eric said. All four of them discussed the matter over a beer.
Eric told them about the meeting he saw that morning. ‘He was
trying to murder my family?’ Hassan asked emotionally. ‘We have
no idea about it yet, but must track that mother fucker and beat him
black and blue before we ask all these questions’ Eric said. John
took and sip and kept the beer down on the grass. ‘If he’s working
in a weapons warehouse, he can’t some random killer. He could be
with the SWATS. They are fine killers’ he said.
‘Phil, what about you?’ Hassan asked
‘I think, we must be more alert than before, coz William’s dead
trying to attack Hassan’s family. So, Smith could’ve given another
try to do so with that SOB. The matter is that. We can’t be hanging
around together inspecting his moves. he’ll surely notice us. The
best way to do is to split, find the fucker, surround him and beat the
shit out of him’
‘bare knuckled’ said John
‘bare knuckled’ they said.
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