You turn your cruiser off once you reach the address, and step out with your notepad in hand. It's an awkward start to the day, but you need to collect a statement from Ms. Miki.
...Should you just call her 'Sayaka'? You shake your head, deciding to just call her Miki to keep some semblance of professionalism between you and her. You're on duty, after all.
As you begin to walk up the stairs to the correct apartment, a door opens.
Miki looks at you, a little confused. "Uh... Hi?" She waves awkwardly, "Can I help you?"
"Oh, good morning!" You step closer, "I'm Officer Minato Omaya, we spoke on the phone yesterday?"
Miki blinks in surprise and recollection, "Wait, that was you? I think I've seen you with Yumi a few times!"
"L-Let's, um, not dwell on that right now." You scratch underneath your police hat, "I'm here to collect your statement about that person who took a picture of you."
Miki grimaces, "Him, yeah." She steps past you, stopping just at the sidewalk, "Well, he was wearing jeans and a dark gray jacket, seemed a little on the tall side, and seemed to keep to the industrial district."
"What makes you say that?" You ask, genuinely curious about how she came to that conclusion.
"Well, I didn't see him the rest of the day." Miki explains as you join her on the sidewalk, "So either he keeps close to the industrial district, or he slipped away to harass some other girl."
You finish writing down her statements, then ask, "I'm guessing you didn't see his face?"
Miki shakes her head, "He kept his hood up, and always faced away from me. It was really creepy...! If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's done this before."
You nod, jotting down a couple more notes, "He just had a phone, right? No weapons, like knives or bats?"
Miki shakes her head, "No, just his phone. That doesn't mean I felt safe, though. He...?"
You both take note of the black minivan pulling up next to you. A woman steps out, black hair tied in a ponytail.
"Oh, officer!" She jogs closer, "You've gotta help!"
"Oh, uh, one moment!" You blink, putting your notepad away and--
A deafening bang rings in your ears as something rips through your right leg.
As you're falling to the ground, the woman aims her derringer at your chest--
Miki grabs the woman's hand at the last second, and the bullet flies into your left arm.
There's shouting, you can't make it out. Two other men step out from the minivan and run towards Miki.
She pulls her phone out, only to have it snatched by the woman, who hits the poor girl with the handle of her pistol. Another man grabs Miki as she struggles, and they begin to pull her away.
Something bubbles up in your chest.
Their backs are to you.
You draw your handgun and take aim.
"Motherfucker!!" You fire at them, hitting one of the men in the back, the arm, and the head. He goes limp as you pepper the van, shooting out a window as the assailants pull the body of their comrade in and speed off.
"Get back here!!" You pull yourself down the street, "Rrrgaaah...!" Your breaths are quick and shallow as you toss your empty gun to the side and reach for your radio. Through pained breaths, you manage to speak.
"Omaya to dispatch! Omaya to dispatch!!"
Your radio buzzes to life, "Dispatch."
"Shots fired, I'm hit...!"