Korrupjson i Røros
The freshly fallen snow crunches under his feet. The brisk cool breeze rushes through Alyx’s hair. Alyxander Karlsen slowly trekked through the snowdrifts covered in the yellowy glow of ancient street lamps. His winter boots glazed with snow and ice he advances towards the corner. The dimly lit corner or Heldig street is almost relaxing, almost. Strangely, it seemed to have an air of uncertainty and darkness around it. He never really minded it though, he enjoyed the solitude of it.
Everyday at six in the morning he shoves his morning cigarette into his mouth and flicks his lighter. Scanning the intersection he sees the sight that he is far too familiar with: the closed, unlit corner store with a faded “closed” sign, the newspaper-covered window of the hair salon indicating its foreclosure, and the derelict apartment building with a bad case of asbestos looming above. In the distance, a church spire rose from the fog that cloaked the small town of Røros. If you looked hard enough you could make out a crucifix perched on the end of the spire. Alyx spat out his cigarette, stamped and twisted it into the pavement. His break was over. It was time to go to work.
Alyx made his way to the police station. He only looked forward to the free coffee nowadays. He used to enjoy working as a detective, but the shine quickly wore off. It became apparent that the job wasn’t for everyone, Especially in the case of his two colleagues, whom he absolutely despised. Bjerg and Bustö: the delinquent duo. He knew that the only reason they had jobs in law enforcement was because of the small population of the village. He swiped his ID card and he heard the mechanical click sound that told him he was in. He looked up. The elevator was at the top floor; he wouldn’t bother with it. After a coughing fit and stitches at his side, he finished scaling up the three flights of stairs that divided him from the frigid outdoors and the cozy interior of the station.
Alyx strode across the department floor, making headway towards his empty, private office. He hung his long wool coat on the hanger and sat down in his old creaky chair.
Not a moment after, his useless colleagues burst into his office boasting about their latest endeavour: the midnight petty theft.
“Damn we were good!” Detective Bustö zealously stated.
“We got the to store just in time; the thief almost got away, but his bag of articles weighed him down and we nicked him.” Bjerg states in his monotone voice.
“He’s in the interrogation room as we speak! If you don’t mind, can you process the things he stole, Karlsen?” Bustö asked in a commanding tone.
“The evidence? I might as well, I’ve got nothing else better to do.”
The two ran off and he cracked open the evidence box: Acetone. Duct tape. Muriatic acid. Hydrogen peroxide.
“Petty theft my ass” Alyx muttered.
He stormed to the interrogation room and told the two to speak to him outside.
“God, you two are blind. These reactants are used to make makeshift bombs, not that people like you would know.”
“Alyx, you’re working too hard. It’s nothing, just household cleaning stuff. You’re overreacting” Bjerg said with a hint of annoyance.
“I guess I have to do everything around here.” Alyx said after he opened the door to the interrogation room. The door closed with a loud bang. He slapped the files onto the metal desk and glared at the teenager.
“Who do you work for?”
“What?”
“Listen to me, you degenerate! Who are you working for?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play games with me!” Alyx reaches his hand out to the kid’s shirt collar. “I’m going to ask you one more time before I place you in a cell; Who do you work for?”
“Don’t hurt me! I work for the Larsons!” The teenager pleaded.
“Well this will put them behind bars for sure.” Alyx beamed.
“Seven O’clock and we got a stakeout, lets go boys!” He barked at the two.
Alyx then called for S.W.A.T. backup and soon they were on their way to lead the assault on nabbing the Larson brothers and their drug and trafficking empire along with them.
Everything was set up by nine. The sun was still barely up. The incompetent duo were nowhere to be found. Typical. The warehouse was being watched on all sides. The day had finally come, some light to brighten the ever-gloomy town that Røros was. The sun peeked its head over the horizon and lit up the scene that was about to unfold. Lieutenant Peterson yelled through the megaphone.
“Come out with your hands on your heads! If you do not surrender in the next five minutes, we will send the S.W.A.T. team in!”
The minutes passed by ever so slowly. It felt like they had waited for an eternity. Four. Three. Two. One. Just as the team were going to break the double doors down, they swing open. The two Larson brothers, their personal militia, and a dust clouded figure burst out of the warehouse with guns blazing. Firing left and right, up and down, the Larson gang shoot to kill. Unloading clips as if they were worth nothing, they fired away. The elite police force hid behind the sandbags erected minutes before. After the dust settled the Larson gang retreated, but Alyx saw a familiar figure, but he couldn’t think of where he had seen it before.
Lieutenant Peterson gives the order for the troops to move up. As the troops advance, Alyx is still troubled by the silhouette that was in the doorway.
“Who was that?” He asked the Lieutenant.
“Probably some kid on skidrow that needs some money for his heroin addiction, hah!”
Alyx shook his head at the unprofessionalism and followed the rest of the law enforcement personnel. They entered the warehouse and immediately heard the clanging of shoe on metal in the distance.
“Move up, Move up, they’re taking the stairs!” The Lieutenant commanded.
The army’s kevlar jackets and Gore-Tex boots made little noise as Alyx made his way up behind them. As he reached the top, he heard the shells hit the floor. Hundreds of them. There was a machine gun mounted to the ground and firing like it there was no tomorrow. After the loss of twelve men they took out the gunner and advanced farther. As they moved through the corridors, the elite soldiers systematically took out or arrested the gang members as they popped up trying to ambush them. At the end of the chaos and mayhem, there is one last door they had to go through to seal the deal and finish the gang war once and for all. It was labelled “office”. Three soldiers burst into the room and instantly paid for it by being knocked out cold by a cinder block carefully balanced on the top of the door.
“I think you should go first Alyx.” Suggested Peterson. “You’re the only one here remotely competent at public relations.
He enters the room and sees two dark figures. He glances at the familiar shadow on the floor. He had figured out who the silhouette belonged to. It was the shadow of Detective Bjerg, standing next to the Larson gang leader.
“Arrest him Bjerg!” Alyx shouts in desperation.
Bjerg chuckled, then replied in a sarcastic tone, “Why would I arrest my own brother?”
The pieces suddenly fit into place. That’s why it had taken so long to close this case, there was a mole the whole time. He had been duped.
“Why did you do this?” Alyx flabbergastedly asked.
“Mainly money.” The man formerly known as Bjerg replied. “Being rich isn’t a luxury anyone can enjoy.”
“And you can? You’re going behind bars once and for all.” With that, Alyx signaled for backup and walked out of the ex-Larson gang warehouse.
“Where are you going?” Bustö asked, running after Alyx.
“Home. I need more sleep. The bags under my eyes are getting worse.”
“You still need to process all the gang members and do the necessary paperwork!”
“You didn’t show up for the damn operation, so why don’t you do it? Or do you not value your job?”
“Uh… Well…”
“Thats what I thought. See you tomorrow Bustö.”
As he walked home Alyx couldn’t help thinking how fortunate he was that one of the two idiots from his department is now in jail. It almost made him tear up at the thought of an easier day at work.
Alyx shivered as he unlocked his front door. After a long hike through the snow and ice, he had finally arrived in his humble abode.
“What a nice day” He thought. “Getting home at eleven, I can finally get some sleep.”
He climbed into bed and shut his eyes. It was the first peaceful sleep he had had in a long time.
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