Chapter One: TripThe bus was dark as I swayed back and forth In my smooth yet cheap seat. The slovenly feel of the vehicle made me feel more welcome, more at home, more like where I had been raised. Don’t get me wrong it was far from penury, however they were times I wish I would never remember. The few people that were on the bus were growing more and more torpid as the night rolled on. I slowly bowed my head, and was about to sleep, before the bus would hit another bump and resuscitate me. Soon I couldn’t care less how careless the driver was in zooming over potholes and the like, I hadn’t slept for days. Every time the dream wasChapter One: Trip
Chapter Four: DawnI thought that I was destined to lead a boring life as a Midwestern cop. I was wrong. I thought I was never going to do anything important in my life. I was wrong. I thought I was going to die that night sitting in the corner of that cellar. I was wrong.Chapter Four: Dawn
I sat there emotionless, not even knowing what to feel, I slowly felt the cold hard barrel of my colt 45’s slipping off of my temples. I didn’t hear or feel anything as they slipped out of my hands onto the cold cement floor that night. A tear rolled down my cheek as I knew my death would be inconsequential in the overall plan of whatever brought on the stran
Chapter Three: HuntedHours and hours passed by as we surreptitiously snuck through the back alleyways of downtown Chicago. After a while we couldn't help shake the immutable sense of ennui that came with being awake for over 36 hours. No one spoke more than a few brusque comments attempting to contrive a new plan of attack. Although with everything we had been through I still felt like I was living this all vicariously through my thoughts and dreams. We turned the corner to see a small schoolyard, and in the center, a middle aged woman strapped to a swing set. This was the first live person we had seen since we met up at the station, a very anomalous sight for usChapter Three: Hunted
Chapter Two: Zero HourIt was a drug bust, and no matter which way you tried to blazon it, these kinds of operations were just standard mission in the big cities. Get in, get out, and let the small town cops handle the boring work. All the information my team was given, was that there was a big deal going down in an old warehouse over on Archer Avenue, and we were to arrive at 2:35AM, and it was cold, the kind of cold you only get in the windy city. The raid was divided into 3 primary parties, alpha team, bravo team, and epsilon (Espy for short) Espy was the coordinator who would cover the perimeter and tell us what to do, and bravo team was going to storm the fronChapter Two: Zero Hour
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