Confused!

How had he got here was confused

tired here within little light

fingers so sticky certain not alone

eyes blurry unable to focus

holding a knife in his hand so numb

to what had he succumb?

 

Soon becoming aware of his quandary

where had he ended up

no knowledge of the circumstances

how a body was at his naked feet

the smell of blood making him queasy

scared and completely uneasy!

 

Fumbling in the darkness his body sore

found the curtains opening

as brightness blinded his limited vision

eventually eyes focused

exposing the carnage of a gory scene

an ordeal could never have foreseen!

 

With an effort slowly exited the slaying

leaving footprints behind

out onto a tiled patio where rain fell

striking his body with force

falling to his knees hurting wanted to cry

his actions could not justify!

 

More alert did not recognise the view

nor the house looked familiar

from behind heard the sound of a car

instinctively made him jump

as it tried to hit him then sped away

on stony surface did splay!

 

Hardly a moment to stand heard shots

bullets ricochet around him

this jolted new thoughts into his mind

his life was in dire situation

surely he also meant to have expired

but their plot backfired!

 

Yes it was an undercover operation

had arranged to meet a contact

wife of an international gang leader

went in alone without backup

had to be a trap somehow survived

success of their plan deprived!

 

Had to get back to his London base

alive his bosses wrath to face!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Text Message!

A text message was sent to his cell phone

warning him to go to an address

who had sent it nobody knew the number

this was for special business

as an undercover detective had to be wary

this assignment it was scary!

 

Taking precautions headed to the location

even though it could be a trap

had an informant who had not contacted

for a few months it was his style

the block of flats on a rough estate loomed

amongst shabby houses was marooned!

 

Parked amongst vandalised cars and trash

smelt that stench of cultivated weed

as he headed for the entrance to slum block

knew it was a gang base by the tags

another message made him miss a beat

started to sweat feeling the heat!

 

It read third floor num thirteen take stairs

security door was not locked

certain nobody was following sprinted

up those four flights of stairs

entered the small lobby spotting a man

this was where the nightmare began!

 

Saw the flash of a gun firing at his head

ducked it missed by a hairs width

charged head butting the thug his fist

completing his incapacitation

inside the flat other voices could be heard

the action soon became blurred!

 

Instinct took over as it seemed like an army

rushed out had to use his training

and wits to overcome overwhelming odds

glad he had his trusty police baton

it did the damage until he could grab a gun

entering hoped the fighting was done!

 

Saw it was his criminal informant sitting

bruised and battered in the kitchen

still with a cell phone clasped in his hand

before he could utter a word

they were heading for the ground floor

as more burst through a glass door!

 

Quickly reversed their exit to the balcony

found themselves looking down

four floors also s  burnt out van well placed

no time to think both jumped

to a hail of automatic fire as they collided

on metal somehow were safely guided!

 

Managed to get in his car his companion hit

just getting away but soon pursued

speeding through unfamiliar back streets

eventually able to contact back up

the assailants were beginning to draw near

down a familiar road was able to steer!

 

For the moment they had shaken pursuers

and drove onto headquarters

on his radio heard there was a gun battle

glad they had got clear of trouble

inside was able to know what had gone on

it was a sting that had gone wrong!

 

The informant had bypassed him this time

nearly paying with both their lives

but through the carnage a big drug haul

confiscated and gang caught

the adrenaline rush had still not subsided

but it had been an adventure decided!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Adrenaline Rush!

His work was hard and very dangerous to

yet the adrenaline rush was good.

No friends or family really had any idea

what his work actually entailed.

Some thought he worked for his government

trying to protect the innocent.

 

Never at home with his wife and young child

so the marriage eventually terminated.

What weighed heavy on his mind was his kid

feeling he’d let her down.

But the ex-wife found another soul mate

in that decision he had no debate.

 

Finding himself pushed out of his daughter’s life

this was so hard to take.

Until one summers day she was very keen

to go on a trip with a girlfriend.

Knowing the dangers was reluctant to say yes

but it caused much unhappiness.

 

Reluctantly he gave permission with a warning

she had to keep in contact.

This was agreed their plans now marked out

not until after his Jenny.

Had set off for the planned long summer break

what they were doing was all fake!

 

The girl she went with he found out was on drugs

alarm bells rang in his head!

Even his ex-wife had no idea or where she’d gone

then a very disturbing call.

Came from Jenny’s phone a scream then silence

his adrenaline rush intense!

 

With colleagues he knew from the secret service

was able to pinpoint the location.

To a hundred metre radius by tracking her cell

arranging to meet them there.

Deep in the countryside on a huge pasture field

any perpetrators fate was sealed!

 

Within an hour the group were assembled on site

as her dad the agent moved in!

To a caravan parked away from the main camp

screams were faintly heard.

A gun at the ready approaching with stealth

praying his child was in good health!

 

Several male voices were talking loudly from inside

looking in a window he saw.

His daughter tied up her friend sprawled on the bed

being assaulted by a bearded man!

Both girls distressed and screaming with fright

entering gave them no chance to fight!

 

Within seconds he had shot all three of the men

two dead one wounded.

Both girls bloody and bruised his team removed

like an undercover operation.

They all left without being heard or noticed

his precious child he kissed.

 

Returning her safely to a humbly grateful mother

their friendship had been healed.

Realising how he had saved their child from death

such dedication for her well-being.

This kept them in close contact after that event

now more time with Jenny he spent.

 

No bodies or caravan were ever found!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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