you’re his favorite."
"Whatever. I’m still calling him," she said as she picked up the phone. She punched in a few numbers before stopping. "That’s weird." She put the phone on the receiver and picked it back up. "What the hell? There’s no dial tone."
She put the phone back on the receiver and checked her mobile. "The network is down." She then tried her radio but it was full of static. She tried the phone again but it was no good.
"Stay here. I’ll have to use one of the phones in the office," she said as she was looking at the reception bars on her phone, moving it around to see if that would make any difference.
Before she could leave, there was a loud bang that came from somewhere in the building. A bang that sounded oddly like a gunshot.
Kim looked up from her phone.
The angry scowl on Maria’s face morphed into a look of fear. She stopped crying. "What was that?"
"Maybe it was a car back firing?" Jack said. "Like a really old car?"
Another bang. This time it sounded louder and closer. Definitely not a car backfiring.
We all held our breath.
I looked at Kim; her eyes were wide and full of confusion.
"Was that what I think it was?" I said.
"Shh." She held her hand up to keep us quiet. She stood slowly. She unclipped the gun holster on her belt with her other hand.
I gripped the sides of my chair. A police station was the last place you expected to hear gunshots.
She took a few cautious steps towards the one and only door to the room. "Guys, I want you to move to the other side of the table. Stay as low as possible."
We did exactly as she said.
Kim moved closer to the door. She reached for the door handle. Someone screamed in pain from the other side. This was followed by three more gunshots in quick succession. There was another scream of pain and someone else yelled, "Get down!"
Kim jumped a good five meters back from the door and drew her gun.
The door burst open.
Sergeant Pearce fell into the room ass backwards. Officer Dennis ran in after him clutching his baton. He was covered in blood.
They were both out of breath.
A United States soldier followed them in, bringing up the rear. It was Kenji. He had a rifle in one hand and was carrying a wounded soldier on his other arm.
Kenji had the rifle raised and ready as he walked backwards through the door. His movements were calm and methodical. Once he was sure it was safe, he lowered his rifle and lowered the soldier, carefully placing his head on the ground. He then slammed the door shut and put his full weight against it.
The wounded soldier had his eyes closed, but kept repeating over and over, "The Lieutenant is dead, man. He’s dead. Call for back up."
Chapter 9
The interrogation room was getting crowded and because of the one way mirror it looked like there was two of everyone.
Sergeant Pearce was frantic. "Jesus Christ, Dennis! How did she get out?"
Officer Dennis was holding the side of his neck. The front of his uniform was completely covered in blood. "She went crazy. She just," he paused. He looked like he was going to throw up. "She attacked me."
Kenji was leaning heavily against the door with his shoulder. He had his ear up to the door, listening. The wounded soldier was lying down in the corner. He looked like he was in bad shape. It looked like he had several bullet wounds to his chest and stomach.
Sergeant Pearce was still trying to catch his breath. "What do you mean she attacked you? How did she get free?"
"I don’t know! It was like she ripped her hands out of the cuffs."
"You’ve got to be kidding."
"I swear to you I’m being serious. Then she lunged at me. I hit her with the baton but she
"Whatever. I’m still calling him," she said as she picked up the phone. She punched in a few numbers before stopping. "That’s weird." She put the phone on the receiver and picked it back up. "What the hell? There’s no dial tone."
She put the phone back on the receiver and checked her mobile. "The network is down." She then tried her radio but it was full of static. She tried the phone again but it was no good.
"Stay here. I’ll have to use one of the phones in the office," she said as she was looking at the reception bars on her phone, moving it around to see if that would make any difference.
Before she could leave, there was a loud bang that came from somewhere in the building. A bang that sounded oddly like a gunshot.
Kim looked up from her phone.
The angry scowl on Maria’s face morphed into a look of fear. She stopped crying. "What was that?"
"Maybe it was a car back firing?" Jack said. "Like a really old car?"
Another bang. This time it sounded louder and closer. Definitely not a car backfiring.
We all held our breath.
I looked at Kim; her eyes were wide and full of confusion.
"Was that what I think it was?" I said.
"Shh." She held her hand up to keep us quiet. She stood slowly. She unclipped the gun holster on her belt with her other hand.
I gripped the sides of my chair. A police station was the last place you expected to hear gunshots.
She took a few cautious steps towards the one and only door to the room. "Guys, I want you to move to the other side of the table. Stay as low as possible."
We did exactly as she said.
Kim moved closer to the door. She reached for the door handle. Someone screamed in pain from the other side. This was followed by three more gunshots in quick succession. There was another scream of pain and someone else yelled, "Get down!"
Kim jumped a good five meters back from the door and drew her gun.
The door burst open.
Sergeant Pearce fell into the room ass backwards. Officer Dennis ran in after him clutching his baton. He was covered in blood.
They were both out of breath.
A United States soldier followed them in, bringing up the rear. It was Kenji. He had a rifle in one hand and was carrying a wounded soldier on his other arm.
Kenji had the rifle raised and ready as he walked backwards through the door. His movements were calm and methodical. Once he was sure it was safe, he lowered his rifle and lowered the soldier, carefully placing his head on the ground. He then slammed the door shut and put his full weight against it.
The wounded soldier had his eyes closed, but kept repeating over and over, "The Lieutenant is dead, man. He’s dead. Call for back up."
Chapter 9
The interrogation room was getting crowded and because of the one way mirror it looked like there was two of everyone.
Sergeant Pearce was frantic. "Jesus Christ, Dennis! How did she get out?"
Officer Dennis was holding the side of his neck. The front of his uniform was completely covered in blood. "She went crazy. She just," he paused. He looked like he was going to throw up. "She attacked me."
Kenji was leaning heavily against the door with his shoulder. He had his ear up to the door, listening. The wounded soldier was lying down in the corner. He looked like he was in bad shape. It looked like he had several bullet wounds to his chest and stomach.
Sergeant Pearce was still trying to catch his breath. "What do you mean she attacked you? How did she get free?"
"I don’t know! It was like she ripped her hands out of the cuffs."
"You’ve got to be kidding."
"I swear to you I’m being serious. Then she lunged at me. I hit her with the baton but she
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