Chapter 3

Drin, the police officer and the other person whose partner had died recently turned around and took notice of three figures standing behind the entrance, hidden in the shadow. They stepped into the room.

Two of them had SMO emblazoned in white on the right chest of the black office-like uniforms. Drin: So it’s SMO! Drin twisted his face to a faint grimace and hissed. The first person was a man, built big, had a round face and a bald head. The second person had a smaller stature, while he appeared way more athletic than the first person. Drin had viewed the two men; he directed his gaze to the last person standing between the two others. Drin: Wait, who’s that? Fuck, that can’t be real!

The third person was a gorgeous lady. For a lady she was certainly tall, 1.84m. She was a half-cast woman with damn good curly hairs. Her black hairs posed a contrast to her golden eyes, yet that wasn’t the only striking aspect about her – her lips. They were thick, however, certainly not as thick as the woman’s ass. The woman wore a black suit. Her black blouse was open, revealing her white crisp top.

Drin could maybe not see it, but he could and he definitely was imagining the woman’s ass. Drin: This is too much for me! He had almost started to sobber, but he managed to control himself. Even had to clear his throat twice. However, it seemed like Drin wasn’t the only one having trouble restraining himself. His two comrades had long lost themselves in the woman’s allure.

For a brief moment, Drin had a prickly headache. But for his luck, it disappeared as fast as it had appeared. So, Drin used this possibility and walked towards the woman. He did so with slow and wide steps, hands in the pants and a grin on his face. Drin: I already had a hot date today; this shouldn’t pose a threat to me. And with these thoughts, Drin tried his luck:

‘Hey, I’m Drin and you’re from SMO’, he pointed at the uniform’s writing of the others, ‘right? I didn’t mean what I just said a couple of minutes ago. My tongue slipped; you know.’ He shortly wiggled his hands in mid-air. ‘Sometimes shit happens! We should use this opportunity’ – The woman strode past Drin, in direction Officer Jeffrey, uttering:

‘SMO is like my family and you dared insult them! I have nothing to speak with you!’ While the woman was walking towards Officer Jeffrey, Officer Jeffrey gave his utmost not to let out a sound. Besides, he slightly directed his gaze towards the floor in order not to let the others, above all Drin who was now observing them, see his grin. Officer Jeffrey: Oh, shit Drin. You really fucked up! Better, if you have a date with your cappuccino. Even though, I doubt that your chances will increase! The woman halted afore Officer Jeffrey and proclaimed:

‘It may be sudden, but we are here to take over the case!’

‘Take over the case?’, Drin demanded. The woman slightly turned her head and asked:

‘Done looking at my ass?’ Drin pointed the finger at him, then at her.

‘Me looking at your ass? Woman you crazy or what? I mean what ass in the first place?’ The woman completely turned around him smirking faintly.

‘Wow. At least have the balls to admit it if you’re a man!’

‘Balls?’, Drin repeated with thinned eyes and a slight grin. ‘Seems like you have enough of them!’ Officer Jeffrey likewise his colleagues stifled a laugh. Judging their red faces this proved to be a hard task. The woman stayed impassive and calmly contemplated Drin’s body from the top to the bottom. She had viewed him whole. She nodded.

‘I think it was the right decision to ignore you’, she then uttered, ‘considering your appearance!’

‘We both know you like my appearance, lady from SMO!’ The lady rose one eyebrow and asked:

‘You know liking something is not the same as hating something, right?’ They stood face to face, gaping deep into each other’s eyes. Something unpleasant and certainly ugly was going to happen. The atmosphere tensed up and gave the spectators goose bumps, preventing them from further mirth. Still, their wide eyes couldn’t hide their excitement. Officer Jeffrey: If I knew something like that would happen, I would have taken my popcorn.

Even in this situation, Officer Jeffrey could only think about food. Though, it was no surprise, when the reason for his unhuman-like weigh was popcorn. Before the discussion could escalate any further, a male and rough voice interrupted the group:

‘So many, just for me? You make me blush and happy!’ The group turned towards the door and spotted an unknown brown-haired man standing there. Immediately, the police man recognized this man and pointed his finger at him while shouting at the same time:

‘This is the thief!’ Officer Jeffrey stormed to the front and shouted:

‘Who the fuck are you?’ He didn’t even wait for an answer, took out his gun and shot the whole magazine at the man. Pang! Pang! Pang! Drin: Are you stupid, let him answer and then shoot! Pang... After the shots, the sweaty Officer Jeffrey and police man’s eyes remained wide open, fixed at the man who was supposed to be dead. The body parts where the bullet had struck had holes. Though, sand filled these holes. Then the sand rebecame skin. Woman: I didn’t know he was an elemental type! Well, I am prepared for that! The people of the SMO, including Drin, weren’t staggered by this scene at all. For a short moment, the woman side-eyed Drin. Woman: How can he be so calm after having seen something like that? She quickly put her thoughts away and focused back on the enemy, declaring:

‘Sandman, S-rank I’ll arrest you now!’

‘Haha’, the sandman howled. ‘Only S-rank? After today, I’ll be SS-rank!’ Drin’s gaze swayed between the woman and the man. The only way to satisfy his curiosity was by asking:

‘Sorry, but is this rank a hot shit?’

‘Yes, it is!’, the sandman replied, stretching out his chest. ‘It represents the strength of a person.’

‘And is S-rank a high rank?’, Drin asked. After a brief moment of musing on the question the enemy replied:

‘It’s not the highest, but not the lowest rank either!’ Woman: Men! The woman couldn’t bear this sorry sight anymore and decided to take control of the situation by advancing to the front. Like a general she commanded:

‘Prepare yourself! He’s dangerous!’ Drin: But not so dangerous like you! You’re so hot, I could even end burning myself if I touch you carelessly! But it may be worth it! The woman wiggled her body as if she was trying to shake something off and judging her disgusted expression it must not have been something nice. It surely had to been due to the creepy gaze of Drin behind her, but she forgot about this feeling and concentrated on the enemy. Everyone took a fight position, everyone but Drin who abruptly started spouting nonsense:

‘So you are the sandman and will you now sing me a song to sleep? Hahahah.’ It was sad to see how Drin chortled alone at his own joke, but it did his job. The sandman completely lost control:

‘I’ll fucking kill you all!’ Officer Jeffrey: If I knew this would happen, I would have taken my popcorn. Before anyone could think, speak, or do something, the sandman placed one palm on the floor and looked up to the group.

‘Let’s see if you can survive a fucking sandstorm!’ Immediately after he had finished talking, a sandstorm arose in the room. Drin: Let the play begin!