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Month Long Special - Writing Challenge #5 (Part 4)

Today is the final day of this challenge! If you have made it this far, congratulation! Now we are ending the exercise here but you don't have to! You can keep going and adding to your story. Who knows where it may lead! And we may continue the story in the future! Anything is possible when you are writing.

So again, I am sharing this prompt with you. This is the one I used (below) and it inspired the last three weeks of writing (and this weeks of course). It was very fun to write about and I think it gave me a great idea to explore.

“Was it a bomb,” he asked the head of the forensic investigation team.

The man looked a little stunned by the question and looked to the officer beside Milo. This man had been designated to give Milo the tour of the rubble that remained. He hadn’t been very talkative, just giving facts and details when the occasion prompted. “They haven’t told you,” the man finally said. “There were four bombs.”

Milo stood slack jawed. Four bombs. “How did that even happen,” he said mostly to himself as he looked at the devastation.

Knowing it was a rhetorical question Agent Evans continued with his explanation of what they had found. “We believe that the four devices were placed in each corner of the building. Each one dedicated to a support column that would cause the whole building to come down. Three did their job, one was a dud.” The men took a moment to stare at the remaining parts of the building, though still standing they would never be functional and would eventually be knocked down also.

“I look forward to reading your report,” Milo said as he swallows passed the lump in this throat.

As the tour continued Milo didn’t pay much attention to what the young officer was saying. Four bombs, clearly an act of terror. And yet that wasn’t surprising. The Santiago family had held the city in terror for years, no one ever being able to stop it or get out from the shadow the large family casted. But now, attacking a police headquarters, this meant war.

“Where are we at,” Milo asked when he finally made his way back into the 57th precinct. They were the ones taking over the investigation and working close with the RCMP to find answers to the most pressing questions. What does this mean, and who did this. He, as a representative of the crown, would be working close with them as well. They needed to make sure all of this was dealt with quickly and above the book.

Those bastards have slipped through our fingers too many times, not again. It was a deep seeded hate that drove him in this case, not the need for justice, but the need for revenge. Growing up in Edmonton he had seen first hand the devastation and destruction caused by the drugs and guns being funneled into the city and he was sick of it. It all led back to the Santiagos and he was going to cut off the head of the beast once and for all.

All Rights Reserved by A.L. Keegan (2020)

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