"Good night Officer, what is going on here?"
The new Force agent was a woman and didn't seem to be wearing armour. She was covered by the shadows and I was standing by the car, blind by the red and blue lights.
My heart was pounding on my chest as I stared at the dark figure. Deep down I knew I wouldn't get that train. Worse, I could not make it out alive if I said the wrong thing.
"I got this punk running in the middle of the highway. He is probably delivering drugs…" He started, my bag still in his hands.
"I'll take it from here. You can go ahead."
Shit, they would dispute who would beat me up.
"Look, we can do this together, huh?" The man changed his tone to a sadistic one. "What do you say?"
Standing in front of the siren from her own car, the woman took a minute to respond. My heart was barely beating on my chest.
"I say your shift is over, Officer, and you should go home and let me take care of this." Her voice was daring, sending a chill down my spine.
The man stepped towards her.
"Or do you want another investigation for misconduct?"
The Officer stepped into the light and I could see her remarkable eyes watching me behind the electric pistol. Observing her movements, I saw her aim drift from me to the pig behind my back. I couldn't see his face but I knew he was pissed for losing his toy.
"You're right." I heard him drop my bag. "I didn't want to get my hands dirty anyway. You have fun."
With a nasty sound, I saw something wet my boot. The pig spat on me then suddenly I was grabbed by the collar and pulled away from the car with a stride.
On the floor, I watched the man drive away. One was gone, but I was left with another. My situation hadn't improved.
"With your hands up, move slowly towards me."
My heartbeat was rising as I stood up. A million possibilities ran through my mind. If she did one suspicious movement, I knew what I would do.
"Officer, that is the last train, please let me go."
"Take the hoodie off, then the mask. Do it slowly using one hand and keep the other behind your head." She was probably alone since no one else came out of her car.
With a deep breath to calm my nerves, I glanced at the station. I was so close I could see it.
My train…
"Officer, I live in the slums. Without that train I have no way of getting home." I said as I pulled my hoodie down, revealing my messy hair barely tied up in a ponytail. "The other officer already searched me and found nothing."
"I'm sorry, but this is not your lucky day. Please put your face over the hood."
Her voice wasn't loud or angry, just extremely firm. I could tell she wasn't kidding. If I tried anything she would put me down with no second thoughts, so again I followed her instructions—laid my face on the cold car hood, facing the front window with my palms above my head glued to the metal.
Immobile in the most humiliating and vulnerable position ever, I heard boots knocking against the concrete coming towards my unprotected ass.
I held my breath not to jump when she touched me, searching for weapons or drugs. With the right hand she started on my wrist and slid down my arm to my armpit, which she pressed hard. I resisted not to jump with the tingling.
Differently from the previous cop, she was gentler, only using the strength that was necessary to feel things and not hurt me.
Then she went to my sides, waist, thighs, then up again but on the inner side to the tricky moment. I knew I wasn't carrying anything illegal, but what if she was worse than the first one and liked to play with her victims before killing them?
I was very anxious. There was a gun pointed to my head the whole time but who can be ok with a stranger shoving their hand in your crotch.
She did it, firmly but professionally, and instinctively I flinched, feeling my soul leave my body.
When she finished, she had found nothing.
The officer stepped back and I heard the sound of a gun being put back in the holster.
"You can stand up now."
For as humiliating as that position was, I didn't want to stand. My balls were sore and my train would have left already.
Against my inner will I pulled myself up just to confirm what I knew—the station was empty again.
"I'm sorry for anything that happened before my arrival. That is not how we do things in the Force." She said while examining my ID on her screen that was projected in front of her eyes.
"Yeah…" Letting my body rest defeated against the car, I looked at her. She had a softer look in her eyes.
Long red hair tied up in a tall ponytail, the red siren light made it look like it was on fire. She didn't look at all like the cops I had met before. Her clothes were casual, meaning she was probably just going home and saw the suspicious approach.
"You're Saint, 24 years old. You said you live in the lower tier, correct?"
"Yes, Officer."
"What's in your bag, Saint?" She glared at me, her hand rested over the gun.
Under the mixed lights it was hard to know what was the color of her eyes. I wanted to know if they matched her glowing red hair.
She wasn't young, maybe in her late twenties. A bit smaller than me but not too much. High cheekbones, round lips, confident expression. If only all cops were this good-looking it would be harder to dislike them.
"My goggles."
"Are you a VR maker?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Sometimes."
"Pick it up and open it for me, please." She actually used the magic word. Maybe this woman is shitting with me—it was a bit suspicious to prank someone that time of the night.
My head was filled with questions mixed with frustration while I picked the bag up and opened it slowly, showing her the interior.
Looking me in the eyes, she pulled something out of her pocket and walked over to me.
I was intrigued, with nothing to lose to a little stare game. Why did she save me?