Riot.

A riot occurred around the time of 11:12 pm in the night, it was a fight between two opposite sides. Gunshots could be heard, Lots of car glasses were shattered. Most of the thugs involved in the violent riot were mostly black Americans, very few of them were white Americans. The violent riot-affected the 'Oak street' and the 'Huron street' where the savage estate was located and also where Mark's apartment was located.

Throughout the fight and riot that occurred that night, Mark slept like a baby without being alarmed at all. He was so deep in slumber that he wasn't aware of what was happening around him, he even snored.

*Knock *Knock *Knock

The heavy knocking on his door jerked him off from his slumber, he checked the clock on his wall, the time was 6:48 Am.

"Who could be knocking on my door at this early time of the hour, I don't remember inviting anyone to my apartment". Mark said to himself with that sleepy look on his face.

He went over to his door, unlocked it, and opened it, two cops in their uniforms were standing, directly facing him. He was alarmed at first, but he relaxed a bit on seeing that their hands were free of guns.

"Hello". One of the cops uttered waving at him slightly.

"Xup, any problem"?Mark asked still at alert.

"There won't be much problem if you cooperate with us, a violent riot occurred yesterday night, are you aware of that"? The cop queried.

Mark scratched his head in confusion, he had no single clue of what they were talking about,

"A riot, when? I am not aware of that". Mark stated.

The fact that Mark said he wasn't aware of the riot that took place made the cops more suspicious. Those gunshots were loud enough to wake up a dead person...how did he not hear of it.

"You didn't hear gunshots at all"? The cop queried him.

Mark answered their question by shaking his head in a way that vividly says 'Not even a single bit'.

"Well, while the riot was ongoing, two thugs used the opportunity to rob a very huge amount of money from a rich man in his car. From what we saw on our surveillance camera, they both ran into this estate and we didn't see them coming out of it. So, they are surely hiding somewhere around this estate, and it could be at anybody's apartment. Now we ain't trying to say that you are the one hiding them, but just to be security conscious and being at alert, we are searching all apartments to be sure that someone isn't truly hiding them and the money they stole. So, you would have to allow us to search your apartment also". The other cop said explaining their reason for coming.

"Like seriously". Mark uttered abruptly.

"Yeah, you would have to cooperate with us". Said the cop.

Mark paved way for them to enter, he didn't like the fact that they would have to search his house, but cooperating with them would be the best thing to do right now. They searched under his bed, his bathroom, his kitchen, and everywhere they could lay their hands on. Mark waited patiently for the search to come to an end, though he was already pissed off. They concluded the search and they found nothing, all Mark wanted was for them to leave as soon as possible.

"So you guys see, I am innocent, I wouldn't hide criminals". Mark stated posturing his body and hands in a way that portrays innocence.

"Yeah, you are surely innocent, we just have to go search other apartments. But in case you see a suspicious person carrying a dark green bag, please call this number". One of the cops said handing a card over to him.

"Ok, gonna do that". Mark uttered.

The two cops left his presence, he could hear their knocks on doors of other apartments in the same building as his. He sluggishly moved over to one of his couch and sat on it, he was still feeling a bit sleepy.

"A violent riot occurred and I wasn't aware of it, I sleep too deep nowadays. But how did those thugs find their way into this estate, I thought the security here is tight, I just hope stores would be open, gotta purchase some foodstuffs". Mark said to himself.

What he saw outside left him in total disbelieve and shock, car glasses were shattered, broken bottles on the ground, bullets on the ground, and the most terrifying....blood splashes on the ground. Only a few people were walking about on the street,

"Damn! was the riot that bad and violent". Mark uttered to himself in disbelief and shock.

Suddenly, a man popped out of nowhere carrying a dark green bag in his hand, the man looked so suspicious. Mark's eyes met with the man's own, and the man looked at him in such a violent and devilish way.

"This guy must surely be one of those thugs that stole that huge amount of money, he looks so suspicious and he is carrying a dark green bag exactly as those cops told me. Should I call the cops? Should I not? I should just forget about it and let it pass by, I have other important things to worry about. No, I should call them and tell them what I saw, thugs like them should get apprehended, yeah, that's what I'll do". Mark said to himself finally making up his mind to do the right thing.

He took the card the cops gave to him and called the mobile number printed on it. His phone call was answered after attempting two times,

"Hello". Mark uttered.

"Hello, who is on the line"? A cop said.

The cop that answered the phone call happens to be one of the cops that searched his house, he recognized the voice immediately.

"It is Mark on the line, do you remember searching the apartment of a guy that said he wasn't aware of the riot that took place around the savage estate"? Mark asked trying to revive the cop's memory.

"Oh! yeah, I remember, did you discover anything"? The cop questioned.

"Yeah, I just discovered something, I saw a guy with a dark green bag on his hand, he looked so suspicious". Mark stated.

"Really! where is the guy right now"?

"He entered a certain room, he is still inside, I am at 'Oak street' right now, you guys should hurry before he leaves". Said, Mark.

"Ok, we gonna be heading there right now". The cop said hastily ending the phone conversation.

Mark waited for about 10 minutes before they arrived in their cars, they were four in number. Mark signaled at them by waving his hands for them to notice where he was standing. They came over to him and asked for the thug's location, he pointed over to the door where the thug entered. They all brought out their pistols before entering the room. Nothing was heard for 3 minutes...then suddenly, the door to the room opened, 4 black American men came out of it with handcuffs on their hands with three cops escorting them to the car.

Their faces were so scary, he sighted the violent looking guy coming out of the room separately with a handcuff on his hand escorted by the main police captain. He was overtaken by fright when the violent looking guy glanced directly into his eyes and gave him that stare that says 'I know you were the one that reported us to the cops, I will surely come for you later'. That fierce look kept Mark standing on one spot without moving until the main police captain approached him.

"Thanks for discovering out those criminals, you made our work much easier". The police captain uttered forwarding his hand to Mark for a handshake.

"Yeah, no big deal, I just did what I had to do". Mark stated receiving the captain's handshake. "Were you guys able to retrieve the bag of money"?

"Yeah, we are gonna return it to the rightful owner". Replied the police captain.

"That's good, make sure those guys receive proper punishment for their crimes, they shouldn't go scot-free that easily, especially the one with the violent looking face". Mark said, the fiercely way the violent guy looked at him was still scaring him, he felt threatened.

"Surely, they won't go scot-free that easily, bye, keep on the good work". The police captain said lastly before walking away.

Mark watched as the police cars zoomed off taking the thugs along with them. He felt threatened by the fearful stare of the violent looking guy.

"I hope my life isn't in danger". Mark uttered to himself.

He sighted an open store where he could purchase some foodstuffs which he would use in preparing breakfast. He purchased some foodstuffs and went back to his apartment, he was the type of person that was always loaded with worries. But it seems a larger worry have been added to his many worries,

"Is my life really in danger? or was that guy's threatening look just a mere play"? Mark asked himself in a plague.