Sharice Evtiar ②

Still shocked by the director's revelations about his new position, Goto left the room a little confused. Den was also surprised, though, when he understood the situation.

"It's not possible... I've been told that I'll have to work with the murderer we've been looking for for three years?" The man said angrily, tapping his fist against the wall.

Den looked down, not knowing what to say. He looked at the girl who was on the picture of the file that had been given to him : he did not know her, but he knew that she was also a criminal who must have committed many murders, to be sentenced to death.

"Listen, I didn't know..."

"I don't blame you, Den, I'm mad at me for accepting. The only thing I've wanted for these three years is that we catch that girl to kill her, and to make her suffer as much as she made the people she murdered suffer. And then I am told that we are going to let her go free, and even worse, that she will join the police. She'll be my partner !" Goto spoke louder and louder with rage.

"I understand you're angry, so am I!" Den replied in the same tone. He took a deep breath to avoid cracking. If he had been told that his first promotion would be so bitter...

"However, we can do nothing about it, we have to make it happen, and we have to accept the fact that these people will be our partners from now on, no matter what they did."

"Believe me that at the slightest bad move, I would not hesitate to kill her..."

"You'll have to learn to master yourself, Goto. Impulsiveness is not a quality for an inspector." Den added dryly.

Goto froze, surprised by the harsh words of his former partner. Yet he was right, even if he refused to admit it.

"Pff... Just try to be careful." Said Goto, turning on his heel, and grabbing a cigarette from his pocket. He started smoking again, while he was still in the hallway of their superior's office. Definitely, he would never understand.

"Be careful too." Den sighed in nostalgia as he watched his teammate move away. He hoped that everything would be fine, even if their work was undeniably more dangerous from now on. A promotion... It was more like a poisoned gift, in his opinion.

A few minutes later.

The elevator was coming down quickly in the basement of the police station. Goto was inside, alone, a cigarette in his mouth.

"To think I am teaming with her... And what else..."

The complex was large, and it extended both in height and depth. At the top were the administrative offices, and at the underground were the cells.

They were organized by level of dangerosity. The criminals who were apprehended were locked up here for time to be transferred to more secure prisons, but they sometimes stayed for several months.

Thus, the first basement was reserved for the custody and for other petty offenders. Those who stole, who drank too much, or who assaulted a single woman on the street, for example. Between the police, they were called the criminals of tier C and B.

The following basements were full of one-day-killers, who had been under the influence of drugs, or rabies. Those who had committed a violent act, and taken lives. Those were A-tier criminals .

Finally, in the deepest cells were those who had to be locked up at all costs, at the risk of causing a massacre. S-tier criminals. If they were locked so deeply, it was so that we could block them as much as possible in the infrastructure without them reaching the surface.

The elevator finally stopped, and a small voice reported that Goto had arrived at -15. The lowest floor. The inspector stepped out of the cabin and plunged into the poorly lit corridors of the prison.

After asking his way to a security guard, he went to the cell that interested him. Cell 15-537. The one that contained his future partner.

Sharice Evtiar.

The director had called him back a few minutes after he and Den left his office to take him on his first assignment as a government inspector.

An unexpected mission, for a policeman, since it was a question of freeing a criminal.

Finally arriving in front of the cell he was looking for, Goto grabbed a key from his pants pocket and opened the armored door of the room.

Against the wall, fastened on all sides, she was there, her long hair touching the ground. No doubt she did not risk making a gesture, with all the metal that held her captive.

But the mere sight of her face was enough to drive a deep rage into the inspector.

"Ooh, it looks like I have a visit ~"

The criminal lifted her head, gazing at the man who had entered her cell.

"Come in, come in! I was getting bored all by myself, I thought you were never going to come."

"Shut up, do you want to? Your voice insults me..." Grumbled Goto, approaching her to undo the chains that held her. Even detached, she was not likely to hurt him.

The director had explained to him by phone that the criminals who had been selected to join the units of the new branch had been operated on. A bomb had been placed in their bodies, and if they ever hurt their partner, the explosive would fire. And it was difficult to escape death when it is in your belly.

"Oh, you know you could be nice, it would make things less painful. You're not the only one it sucks to work in a group. I asked to be with a pretty girl, though !" Sharice rasped.

"Didn't you think that in addition to relieving you of your death sentence, they would listen to your requests?" The inspector replied coldly, starting to pick up one of the many latches that were blocking the chains.

"Well, they give me the right to live, a more than comfortable salary, a job, so I thought I was at least entitled to a pretty girl, but apparently I have a dirty guy with me. It would do it, if I close my eyes. I would not see your face... Maybe I should buy an eye patch. It would give me a pirate look, hehe..."

She never stopped saying bullshit or what? How could he stand it if, besides being a killer, she could not keep quiet?

"Hey, don't try to fiddle with me, huh?" The woman said defiantly. "I know that my body is more than well modeled, but I only go out with women..."

"Like I wanted to do that!" Goto departs quickly, blushing. He looked away to hide his embarrassment. "If you could stop saying bullshit while I detach you, that would be good."

'Keep your serious, Goto. Remember what Den told you. ' He thought. He must not give in to provocation. He was better than that.

"Maybe you already have a wife, so... Poor thing, she must be bored with you... It wouldn't surprise me if..."

The hit was gone. Goto threw his foot at the woman's face, but her hand caught him before he touched his target. She had only one loose arm, but it was enough to block it.

"Well, if you cum as fast as you get angry, it doesn't have to be joyful every day for her..." Sharice's mocking smile was unbearable. Goto took a deep breath, and freed himself from the grip of the criminal.

He approached again and finished detaching her bonds, in silence. As soon as the last "click" sounded, she stood up abruptly and placed the inspector against the wall.

Despite the fact that it was a woman, she was quite tall, and above all she was strong. Goto was far from weak, with some years of field experience, but Sharice had no trouble stopping his kick. And block him again, against the wall.

"You know that if you hurt me, you'll explode, don't you?" Despite the situation, the man had managed to remain calm. He knew that anyway, he had the advantage over her.

"And if I blow you up with me, what would happen?"

The sadistic smile of the criminal was cold in the back. It was impossible to tell if she was serious, or if she was making fun of him again. But in any case : she was crazy.

"In that case, at least we would be rid of one more junk of your kind."

Sharice released her grip and pulled away from the inspector, laughing.

"Hey, you're learning fast, that's it already." She lifted her top slightly, just enough to reveal her belly. A scar still red crossed her white skin, sign of a recent opening.

"It's crazy that they managed to heal my arm when I had lost it, but having opened my belly to put the bomb, it leaves such a big trace."

She thought back to the pain she had felt a few days earlier when she thought she was dying in that alley. Fortunately, the care she had received made her almost back on her feet. It seems that she had benefited from the help of a renowned surgeon...

Good for her.

"I didn't even know it was possible, to sew an arm." Goto said, leaving the cell. Sharice followed him happily. Freedom ! The few days she had spent locked up were enough for her as a prison experience.

"Apparently it is, and now I'm fully operational. Ready to work with my new partner ~" the woman added with a smirk, grabbing the man by the arm. He disengaged quickly and pulled away from her without waiting. He did not want anything to do with this criminal.

"Don't touch me, I'm not your friend. If we work together, it's only because I've been assigned to this job." Lashed the man dryly.

"As you wish !"

It seemed she didn't care about his words at all... And the fact that she touched his arm by passing next to him was enough to make him sigh again. In addition to having to work with a criminal, he was going to have to endure her childish behavior...

Oh, how lucky he was. At the moment, he thought he could have avoided all that if he had gone to bed a little earlier. Goto lit a new cigarette. It was the only effective way he knew to forget his problems.