Ding Dong Ding

I announced my retirement, and the whole SWAT team erupted in celebration.

They popped champagne, hoisted me onto their shoulders, cheering.

Only one person wasn' t celebrating: Ethan, my rising star colleague, pushing through the crowd, face pale, eyes desperate.

He was searching for me.

The media swarmed, asking how he felt about "Prophet Cop" Alex retiring.

He forced a smile, "Captain Alex is a legend. We'll all miss him. He taught me everything I know."

Lies. All of it.

Because this wasn't the first time.

In my previous life, a decorated SWAT leader, my career was flawless until Ethan, with his "danger prediction," arrived.

He' d sense hidden bombs, get hunches about suspects' locations, always right.

He became the "Prophet Cop." I became the joke.

The team mocked me; the public called me incompetent.

My fiancée, Sarah, also my second-in-command, had stopped me on our final mission.

"Alex, wait! Ethan says it's too dangerous for you to go first."

As I hesitated, she shoved me.

I tumbled over the cliff edge, the last thing I saw was her cold face, standing beside Ethan.