Portsmouth City. Few Years Ago.
Beginnings: Chapter 1
I was in the alcohol aisle when I heard two gunshots fire into the ceiling. Me and the other customers quickly got down on the the floor. When I looked in front of me, I saw two men dressed in all black, each armed with sawed off shotguns. Both thugs were without a mask. Either they were stupid or just full of themselves. One of the men had it's gun pointed at the clerk while the other had his gun pointed at those were on the floor. Everything in me, wanted to get up and finally put my military combat training into good use, but let's face it I'm not that type of hero. I'm only a doctor.
"Hurry up, old man!" the gunman shouted at the clerk. The clerk focused nervously on the gun that was pointed at him while he stuffed money into a camouflage backpack. He handed the backpack to the gunman. The clerk reached into his pocket and out a pistol and pointed it at the gunman.
BLAM!
The other gunman turned around and shot the clerk right in the chest, grabbed the backpack and then took off. Sure, in the military I have seen my share of broken limbs, missing heads and toes that went in opposite directions. But witnessing the death of someone sticks with you for a lifetime.
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Three Hours Later
"So....uhh Mr Cross. What exactly happened? You said you saw the whole thing right?" Detective Andrew Lopez asked.
"Yes. I'm over by the alcohol section and next thing you know I hear gunshots. The man that had his gun pointed at the cashier, I didn't really get a good look at him. But the other guy looked like he was in his 40's, slicked-back dark hair with glasses that have circular lenses." I explained. Being in a police station was something that I always tried to avoid, whether it was for a good cause or bad. Portsmouth City has a history of corrupted officers, so I'm keeping my nose to the wind.
"Wait did you say circular lenses?"
"Yeah why?"
"It sounds we have our guy. His name is Roy Martin Matson. He's just a two-bit thug from Gotham. We've been looking for him for months. Will you be willing to testify in court?" Detective Lopez wondered.
"Would any harm come to my family?" I sighed, having an ounce of doubt about cooperating with the police. "Do I have your word that they'll be safe?"
"You have my word."
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