I have selected 25 people instead of 15 due to the amount of people who actually had stories on their accounts.
The way this was done was I made sure I started from the very first person all the way into I made the list notifying you all I had made the selections. I put everyone who had 1 work (that wasn't a tag book or them rambling) and 400 or less followers onto the list. After assigning the username a number I used a number generator to randomly give me 25 numbers
Here are the 25 Hellians who've been randomly selected.
1) Morgan_Herondale1234 2) JayGilmore17 3) CrispyAsian 4) Genderfluid_Assassin
5) zieeziana 6) Muckinabout 7) JiJi_corrales23 8) SAM_S_KIM 9) josie5624
10) Breezo_A5ap 11) giggs101 12) nalonyn 13) wyellchow 14) CryogenicAngel
15) kitothecat11626 16) ZoneNeZeyCro 17) Liafaith_11 18) baebae2424
19) Lulita_vanRooyen 20) danjobellebambabalan 21) JustRussia
22) annabvbby 23) little_applecakes 24) Pamdary2 25) kota_hyung
I angrily sat on the couch, glaring at the clock as I waited for Sabine to finish interrogating Garcia in her own way. After Adrian, Bryan, and Dominic quickly caught on and stopped me from questioning Garcia the mafia way, Dominic had contacted his eldest brother Kirk so he could have his wife Sabine come over and help us out.
"I thought you were going to interrogate your partner." Mike sat down next to me and let out a sigh of relief. Old man.
I scoffed as I ran a hand through my hair. "I was but I would, ya know, like to keep my job."
Mike looked at me confused. "I wouldn't have said anything."
"Never said you would."
Matthew walked back into the room and stopped when we looked over at him. He wiped the whipped cream from his upper lip and set his coffee cup down, receiving a disgusted look from Bryan behind him.
"What?" He asked, completely lost.
"Uh, nothing. Is that coffee or hot chocolate?" I asked instead.
"Oh it's-" he cut himself off as we heard something plunk into the liquid inside his coffee cup in front of him. We stared at each other before he glanced down. " That's, uh, that's an ear."
"You are welcome." I stood up and whirled toward the sound of the heavily accented female voice behind us. There stood Sabine in a tight fitting tank top and jeans next to her husband Kirk who was dressed like a damn dad who played golf. Sabine looked ready to kick ass and Kirk looked ready to tell a shitty dad joke.
Dominic scoffed and stomped over to his sister in law. "We asked you interrogate the man not turn him into a knock off brand of Van Gogh!"
Behind me the sound of someone snorting and liquid spewing onto the floor was heard. I turned to see Mike covering his mouth as he leaned forward, water dripping off of his hand and onto the floor.
Shaking my head I turned back to Sabine. "What did you learn and please tell me someone has the doc in there with Garcia."
"He's currently being operated on and he would only cough up the name of the next two locations where there's to be a hit." Kirk said as he handed over a folded up piece of paper.
As I took it I exchanged glances with Dominic, already uneasy with how similar this was to when he and I had helped Adrian and Bryan not too long ago. I knew we weren't exactly thrilled to be in circumstances that could end our lives probably faster than when we were working, patrolling the streets. I wasn't able to thank Kirk before Matthew's phone started ringing and Mike's began beeping.
We all waited, tensed, as they answered their phones with grim faces. Mike was the first to hang up but he didn't say anything as he grabbed his coat and quickly put it on, leaving Matthew to be the one to fill us in.
"There's been another victim." He looked like he was wanting to punch something or break down and cry.
"Who was it?" Dom asked, his voice quivering slightly. I knew he was scared for who he would name as was I.
Matthew's mouth opened but nothing came out and he closed it, looking away with a small, sad smile. He tried once more but words seemed to fail him as his eyes began to mist up and he cleared his throat. Mike stepped up next to him, sniffling a few times.
"The victim was Chief."
The room fell silent as Dominic and I stared at him in disbelief, thinking it was a joke.
"Chief Dixon? The new chief?" Adrian asked from his spot near the door.
"No um," I paused and took a deep breath to gather myself before continuing. "Chief Marloe, the one who resigned before Chief Dixon. He was there when Dominic and I were a team. He was like a second dad to us, a fatherly figure to most of us in the department really."
"I need to know if anyone has had contact with him recently." I shook my head and Matthew sighed but looked over at Dominic.
"I talked to him Wednesday around six thirty in the evening," he told him. "We made plans to meet up and have dinner since we haven't seen each other in awhile. Wanted to make sure the other was doing well."
Mike and Matthew quietly nodded their heads as they took in this information. They excused themselves to go work the crime scene, leaving the room with a heavy atmosphere. I silently stared down at the paper Kirk had handed me and furrowed my eyebrows at one of the two addresses. Dominic noticed my change in facial expressions and came to stand next to me as the others discussed other things.
"What's up?" Dominic whispered.
"Does this address seem familiar to you?" I asked handing the paper over to him.
His forehead creased as he took the paper from me but looked at it anyway. The color drained from his face as his eyes darted back up to mine. "This is the port."
"Where you nearly died."
"Yeah."
"Excuse me?" Our eyes widened like two kids being busted stealing treats before dinner as we looked at two very pissed mafia men.
Well Jesus Christ fuck me sideways. This just became way more complicated.