23 hours ago
Thursday, March 6, 2014
California Highway Patrol unit #110182 model P-2.3 requesting warrant. Suspect observed speeding in excess, unauthorized possession of firearms, and failure to appropriately utilize turn signal. Logging additional charges in progress. Status: in pursuit. Uploading video evidence... completed. Permission to engage requested... use of deadly force authorized. Sirens engaged. Logging additional charge: assaulting an officer of the law. Evasive maneuvers engaged. Minor damage sustained. Targeting... Engaging weapons systems. Logging additional charge: unauthorized possession of explosive material. Vehicle non-operational. Suspect threat level: neutralized. Analyzing... Suspect's injuries result in ineligibility for facial recognition identification. Sampling genetic material for DNA identification. Uploading sample analysis... Evidence confirmation requested... confirmed. Resuming patrol.
Friday, February 28, 2014
She eyeballed the building before going in. Bullet-chipped bricks, rust, and termites seemed to be the only things holding it together. In the second story window she saw the reflection of a neon sign that read "liquor". Past that scarlet glow she saw a mutie wearing teashade glasses and a white suit. Past that she saw the bulge of a gun in his armpit, and three muscle-bound goons lined up behind him. She hit a button on her mobile and said "I'm going in. Keep my backup on standby."
Monday, February 17, 2014
Something in the lighting changed and suddenly he was more aware of the slight breeze that made it past the high collar of his coat to the back of his neck. He could feel the anxious rush of adrenaline entering his system, felt his muscles coiling and his skin tightening, and knew that his prey was near.
He could smell her from where he sat. Her high-end perfume mixed with the salt of nervous sweat. As sure as he knew the hunt was on, so did she. She hurried through the swishing automatic doors of a multi-level boutique and disappeared. Anders cursed to himself: too many possible exits. He got up and pursued as casually as he could force himself to be. The doors swished shut behind him as his hand slipped into his coat to grip the holster of his gun.