The next day later in the afternoon Brittany and her partner arrived at Allan Young’s house in response to reports of gunshots fired in the area. They weren’t prepared for the sight they were about to behold. The home was surrounded by empty black vehicles, and the front door had been rammed in.
“Police!” she yelled through the bashed-in front door while Jill patrolled the back. “Come out with your hands up!”
After several moments of silence, she pressed her right temple. “Jill, I’m going in.”
“Copy that.”
Armed and loaded, she cautiously stepped through the opening and knew immediately that they were going to need more backup.
“Parker to Base, come in Base.”
“Base here.” the radio controller responded. “What’s your 10-20?”
“I just entered at the Young residence. We need immediate backup.” she relayed as she stared in horror at the blood spattered on the walls and the hewn bodies. “Code 10-55! I repeat, I have men down! 10-4.”
“Proceed with caution.” the controller instructed. “We’ve got several units headed your way. Over and out.”
The entire place was a shambles. There was blood everywhere, and the sight of four bodies clad in Kevlar was disturbing. The Kevlar had been shredded like mere cloth, and she nearly shrieked when she almost tripped over a severed head. A large pool of blood on the hardwood floor had spread and stained the edges of a white rug under the coffee table.
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Brittany pressed on her right temple and made a sweeping scan of the hewn bodies.
SECURITY CLEARANCE REQUIRED. ACCESS DENIED.
That’s odd.
Jill joined her, and together they began searching the house. Sirens could be heard in the distance, so she knew their backup would arrive soon. After a thorough search, they determined that nobody else was on the premises. They then proceeded to search the bodies for any physical identification, but came up empty.
She returned her gun to its holster, and was passing back through the living room when she saw a crumpled envelope on the floor. Pulling out an evidence bag and some tweezers, she carefully slit open the envelope and pulled out the letter.
My dearest Allan,
I want you to know that I love you immensely, but I can’t marry you. I’m sorry I can’t be the woman you want me to be. I know this will be difficult for you to understand, but I must leave now. I hope someday you will find a woman worthy of your love.
Love always, Lily
Suddenly, Officer James Price entered with his gun drawn.
She glanced up at him. “There were no survivors. The perpetrator is long gone.”
He stared in shock, holstering his weapon. “Who are these guys?”
“I think they’re government agents.” she stared at the letter, trying to ascertain if the contents of the letter might be related to a possible motive for what had happened here. “I don’t have proper clearance to identify the bodies.”
“I doubt that.” he pressed his right temple. “You’re just not as seasoned as I am. Move aside.”
She ignored his remark and whispered to Jill, “What a jerk.”
After a few tense moments, a confused look fell across James’ face.
Refusing to acknowledge his error, he stated, “We better call the FBI.”
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