“My name’s Bill, I’m a flight nurse. We’re going to take good care of you.”
A flight nurse? She was in a helicopter, meaning her condition was worse than expected.
A Twisted Fate (work in progress)
“Hey, Chief. We’ve not located any bodies yet.” The fireman’s shouts barely penetrated the bleak hell Jim found himself in.
A police cruiser lit up the street, and Nate turned down an alley. Rather the dark unknown than the cops.
When Next We Meet (work in progress)
“I can’t lie, especially in an interview with a police detective. I have to cooperate.”
“Police. Freeze,” he panted, his hand cradling his side. Left with no other choice, he pulled his service revolver and took aim on his assailant.
Being a firefighter was the one thing in his screwed up life he excelled at. Failure would not be his legacy.
Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair
I went through the police academy. I passed with distinction, but my parents made me promise not to blacken the family name with a blue collar job.
“I need an officer . . . yes. I think they’re already here. But now… ,” Marco’s voice grew thick with emotion. “Now I need an ambulance, too.”
As he lunged toward me, policemen emerged from every corner of the alleyway. They were all armed and pointed guns at him. Two officers grabbed and cuffed him.
Red lights streaked through the scene in a strobe pattern, illuminating faces and façades and vehicles indiscriminately. Their bloody color enhanced the eeriness of the overall environment.
Galen heard sirens. Thank God they were coming in hot. The phone slid out of his hand, and the world faded away.