Bingo

Today, I had a weird feeling.

I woke up, my stomach uneasy.

I was feeling, as if I'd forgoten something.

The morning was uneventful, my roommate writing away in his workbooks, his phone beeping non stop- probably one of his irritating friends.

I admit, I got ready pretty quickly, up by the door about ten minutes later, re-checking if I've done everything.

I was still feeling as if I was forgetting something.

Dismising the feeling, I locked the door and started my car.

The roads where extreamly busy today, drowning my moon even more- what was worse, the annoying feeling from before kept nagging me.

Once I finally got to work, I quickly got out of my car.

Bingo.

I had forgotten to pick up my second uniform from Jenna's house.

Guess I'll have to pick it up later.

I sat down, greeting my co-workers as I did so.

The station was a bit hot, the humid air making me uncomfortable.

I opened the window, a flow of fresh air hitting my snout.

Was I to be somewhere today?

A question rushed through my head.

I wasn't sure right now, maybe I was.

I sat down at my desk, the computer screen showing a few of the newest cases the department I was working at.

A thief, a lost boy, and another thief.

The first one was probably from two days ago, word died down around him, nobody is really impressed or scared by thiefs anymore but-

Bingo.

I was meant to be at the court room right now.

I mentaly facepawed at myself, seeing as forgetting something like that seams stupid.

It took a while to get there- the busy roads making it hell to get there.

After the talk there, about, 3 hours and 20 minutes we here done, and I was driving back to my work place.

The road was pretty fine, all exept a black car that was zooming through the street at an un-acceptable pace, yet it didn't seam like anything dangerous; I was already late for work, it wasn't going to make me get into mor truble..

One I arrived at the office building, I sat back down at my desk.

I realized one of my co-workers was looking at me a bit funny, but whenever I looked back, he'd just look away.

Did I have something on my face?

I felt my face with my paw.

Bingo.

I realized I was probably dirty from that honey-sandwitch I had before.

Sighing, I took some water from my water bottle and attempted to wash it out of my fur.

I'm not sure if any came of, but oh well.

I finished a few of the case information and filled out the theifs profiles.

I was basicly done with work by then, so I made my way to the car.

Bingo.

I forgot to fill the gas tank.

I started ringing up my roommate, but nobody answered.

I probably spammed him for the next ten minues, but nobody was writing back.

I was pretty irritated by everything that was going on today, and didn't feel like bothering anyone else just to pick me up.

I called over a taxi, asked them to take me home.

But once I got there- a uneasy feeling hit my stomach.

Once I was out, I realized Howie's car wasn't parked outside.

He told me he was to busy to do anything for the next to days; non less drive away somewhere.

Instead, there was another- a black car in the driveway.

Bingo.

It was the same black car I saw back on the road, the one speeding.

I looked behind me; the taxi already drove away.

I was cared by now.

What was going on?

I took out my phone, trying to call Howie again.

I heard a ringing from inside the house.

It rang twice, before going to voice mail.

Someone disconnected it.

Not trusting going I through the front door, I checked the window- and clear enough, there where three people inside.

Howie never let anyone in, besides; he actualy kicked one of my friends out of the house because we haven't finished cleaning up the house- he wouldn't let anyone in with the mess we had this monrning.

I watched as they moved away from each other, and I saw one of them hide.

I was terrified now.

Howie was gone,

Three, or more people, possibly thiefs where in the house.

I quickly grabbed the gun from the belt, luckily enough I haven't had to use it at all lately.

I wasn't going to kill anyone; thats not how being a cop works.

But if your house is being robbed, and theres a high chance whoever it is in the house being armed,

You get the picture.

I informed my partner, asking him to come over the fastest he can, before disconnecting.

I slowly pushed myself againced the wall under the window making my way to the doorstep.

Once I got to the entrance, I called out.

" Whoever the heck is in there, stay back and we'll settle this!"

I heard nothing coming from the house.

I stood up straight, quickly pushing the handle of the door, along with pressing my shouler againced it harshly-

I wasn't expecting the door to be open, which meant the force I put upon it made it slam into the side of the wall.

The next few seconds flew by slowly.

A figure suddenly jumped on me from the side, about to tackle me-

My fingers where already pulling on the trigger then, as a high pitch scream escaped the figures throat.

The other people in the house jumped out of where they where hiding.

I felt my gun drop from my grip.

Howie was laying in a pool of blood infront of me.

I had shot my best friend.

With wide eyes, I scanned my room.

Most of myfriends where here.

Bingo.

 It was m birthday.