“This job ain’t hard, Mike. When I call out your station, you respond with ‘Station clear.’ Over.
“Repeat. Headquarters to Station 5, what’s your status? Over.
“Goddamnit. Mike, if I find you sleeping again, you ain’t gettin’ a second chance. I’m done with you…Station 4, do you have a visual on Station 5? Over.”
“Negative, HQ… Be on alert. Saw some unusual activity in that direction. Over.”
“Repeat, Station 4.”
“Unusual activity, HQ. Looked like a drunk. Stumbling bad. Sighted 5 minutes ago walking in Mike’s direction. Over.”
“Copy, Station 4. All stations alert; HQ going mobile, en route to Station 5. Station 1 assume responsibility. Copy?”
“This is Station 1; I copy HQ.” “Station 2, I copy.” “Station 3: Yipee kay oh HQ. Full moon TONIGHT! Over.”
“HQ to Station 4. I am now mobile. Do you copy? Over.”
“HQ, I copy…See more wackjobs headin’ that way. No sign of weapons. This don’t look right…Careful Tim...Over.”
“I ain’t the one who needs to worry, Station 4. 3’s right; full moon always brings out the crazies. I’m jonesing to use my taser just to see how far they bounce off the ground. If it ain’t rough, it ain’t right, son. At least that’s what I tell your sist…What the…Station 1, this is HQ. We’ve definitely got a perimeter breach. Get on the phone and call local PD. We’re going to need a wagon. Over.”
“Station 1 to HQ, I copy. Any sign of Mike? Over.”
“HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!! Mike is down! Mike is down! All available officers to Station 5! All available officers to Station 5! Aw shit. Aw fuck. Get off of him motherfucker!”
“Station 1 to HQ. Station 1 to HQ. Is that you discharging your weapon? HQ are you under fire? Over.”
“Aw fuck. They tore him to pieces. They tore him to pieces. Fuck. Mike.”
“Station 1 to HQ, what is your current situation? Station 1 to HQ, what the fuck’s going on? I hear more gunfire. Over.”
“Station 1 to Station 4, what’s your ETA to Station 5? Over.”
“Station 1, five minutes. Hold on Tim!”
“HQ to station 1. Mike is still alive. I’m bringing him in. Stay with me Mike. AHHhh! He bit me. Mike fucking bit me. Goddamn I can’t feel my leg. They’re getting back up. They ain’t human; it ain’t fucking human. Help me! Someone PLEASE HELP ME!!! OHfuckinggod!!!”
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“Station 4 to Station 1, I just arrived on scene. We’ve got one fucked up situation here. Over.”
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