Here is another translated story for you guys to enjoy. It is my latest story for the Auctor context, that I would have loved to upload but, my phone is not letting me watch an add to participate. Why? Auctor Why?

Oh and thank you guys for the support it really does mean a lot me.

Original Veraion:

Officer Jordon Malone

I was a yong represation of the modern day constabulary. I started of with cadets and worked my way into thorough, millitrastic like training. Soon, after that I was enrolled in my local force.

Today, I had been called out to assist a robbery in progress. At this moment all we knew was that this bank was the target and that all three suspects appeared to be male.

We had yet to make contact with the robbers, which to me seemed a grave error on my bosses part.

The arrival of a slim, sophiscated man, distracts me from my goal, no longer focusing on the banks entrance but, the brisk walk of this man.

He was immaculately dressed, with a refined beige coat, a top hat with a piece red velvet, gold rimmed glasses and a pair of perfectly polished derby shoes.

He wonders over to me and asks "What age would you say they were?" His voice professional and distant, almost as if he had no interest being here, talking to me.

"I estimate between 15 and 18. They..." I was about to add more but, by the time I had gotten to my next word he had alreready gone on.

I felt a stab of envy of this man, his ability to walk around the crime scene as if everything were his belongings, trophies , pawns made me feel a deep bitterness for this man.

I call one of my fellow officers over, who is known for her involvement in idol gossip. Usually, I would avoid unnecessary speculation but, today I was keen to pry, to delve into this man's hidden agenda.

"Who is he?" I ask, my anticipation shown widely across my face.

My colleague mocked me, as she said "OMG! Malone, I can't believe you don't know who that is. I mean he's like the Justin Bieber of the police force."

Eddie Hughes

Everything was going so well, a quick grab and we were in the van, home and dry. But, no of course Ricky had to get the willies, mumbling about some shadow in the window. It was absolute bullshit, to pussy to admit he was a scaredy cat.

This was our perfect gig, plenty of cash, one guard, crappy cctv. It should have been a clean getaway but, this shitty shadow took away valuable time, time that led to someone growing fearful and alerting the police of our prescence.

Now, at that point we were screwed. We hadn't even opened the Vault yet, well we couldn't have, Ricky was the expert. The expert currently fixated on a shadow in the window.

After the police arrived, Ricky seemed to come to. The Vault was on its way to being open, finally we would have the cash and with a good tactical negotiation we should be able to convince the police to let us leave with our treasurable  money.

It seemed like a reasonable plan but, as the Vault now opened, gold and dollar bills were not the only thing that awaited me.

A bloody corpse was strung up by a meat hook, as if it were not a human being with their own soul identity but, a piece of meat for someone's own sadistic taste.

Seeing this ghastly sight causes to me feel nauseaous and faint, making me collapse to the floor.

Translated Version:

Written by Jordan Malone

Today the police are in a very good position. I started with students and got a very broad education. Soon, I applied to the local government.

Today I received a request to help a thief. We now know that the child had flown and that three men had been found.

I have not spoken to thieves, this is a big mistake for my former bosses.

This kind of agitator, this guy will separate me from my intentions and I will no longer lead the party door and I will go to the power of this man.

She is wearing a beige dress, a red hat, a gold glass and full Derby fill boxes.

He is surprised and asks me, "How old are you?" Her loving voice spoke to me as if she did not want to go there.

"I think it's between 15:00 and 18:00. You tried to add again ...", but before the next word came, it started.

I admire this man and his ability to navigate history, goods, taxes and the best grievances this man has ever suffered.

Call another famous colleague with his photos. When there was no need for more information, today I wanted to know the secret of this man.

"Who is this?" Thoughts show a great deal on my face.

My friend laughed at me and said, “God! Marlon, I can't, I don't think so. You will be like Justin Bieber from the police.

Eddie Hughes

Everything went well and I was dragging the car and the house. But the way Ricky finds and loves the shadow of the window. It is a unique experience. His youth says he was a student.

It was our perfect example, a lot of money, a watch, an invisible towel. It was supposed to be a white road, but this secret place became big business, and everyone was shocked and informed the police that we were there.

We call now. I did not open the door and could not get there. Ricky is a very smart person. The technician now removes the door frame.

After the police arrive, Ricky appears. The dome opened, we got the money and assured the police that they would send us money that we could use for good negotiations.

Sounds like a good move, but now I'm waiting, not just gold and silver bonuses.

The gun was armed with a bloody article and a piece that smelled better than it tasted.

When you see this type of shortening, you feel a nail, disappear and fall to the ground.

Languages Used:

. Irish

. Korean

. Arabic

. Welsh

. German

. Finish

. Galician

. Hawaiian

. Polish

. Romanian

. Zulu