The Flyer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A policeman has to decide whether follow his orders or belief.

Submitted: August 01, 2018

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Submitted: August 01, 2018



The Flyer

I’m in charge of a three-man team, and our task today is to ID people whom we think would be “suspicious” of joining the anti-government march on the main street of the city two days from now. The City Police Chief, a brown-noser who is eyeing a post-retirement career in politics, gave a direct order late last night, and specifically asked me to locate and apprehend “the leader” of this movement. Although, according to the constitution, the citizens have rights to free speech and to hold public gathering. But this particular march, according to the Chief, is a threat to “national security”, and he, off the record and by the order above him, won’t allow it to go on.

We’ve received the intel on the “leader” of the movement from the Special Branch. It indicates that she will be handing out fliers to the public in the downtown area today, so our undercover team is “in position” in front of a subway station.

“You got any cigarette?” I ask one of my team members, a rookie.


“Thanks. I need to blend in,” I tell him.

I’ve been a police officer for 10 years before making Inspector just recently. I became a policeman because I believe in protecting and serving the public. I also believe in the constitution and the laws of our nation. But I also have a duty today.

“Sir, I think that’s the leader we are looking for,” the rookie informs me, and we all look across the street.

She’s a young woman in her early thirties, much too young to be the leader of any anti-government movement in my opinion. But from the intel, she has a lot of followers. Thanks to the social media today, words of the Government’s corruption are spreading faster than a wildfire.  Corruption is unconstitutional and, of course, unlawful. The citizens and taxpayers are fed up with it, and have decided it’s time to exercise their rights to free speech and public gathering.

 “Let’s go!” I give a quiet order to my team.

We cross the street. I approach the young woman with a backpack as my team members stand guard on her left and right, and before she realizes what’s happening, we have her “surrounded”.

I flash my badge and ask to see her ID.

She throws her backpack at the rookie and dashes off. We didn’t expect her to be so quick, and before we can react, she is a good 50 meters away, running fast.

I start off after her. My other team members are right behind me.

I yell for her to stop. She doesn’t.

I signal for my team to cut her off at the next block while I continue to pursue her.

She takes a left and a right. I’m now only 10 meters behind her.

Gosh! This girl can run.

She takes another left and runs straight into a dead-end alley.

She stops and turns around to face me.

I reach for my Glock and yells at her to put her hands up.

She freezes. My right hand is on my Glock, still holstered.

For 30 seconds, there is total silence.

“Do you have any of those filers left?” I ask her as I reach for the handcuffs.

She looks surprised. “What?”

“Give me a flier,” I ask again.

She produces a flier from her back pocket and hands it to me. I take out the handcuffs. She looks down in defeat.

“Go! And good luck,” I tell her.







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