CHAPTER ONE

I hated snow, and it has been snowing all day, from the moment I woke up, all the way to
now, eleven 'o' clock at night.
The collar of my brown trenchcoat turned to the cold and wind, I left the warmth of the
Starbucks with the two cups of steaming hot liquid they said passed for coffee in my
hands, which seemed to emphasize the cold on the rest of my body. I walked quickly past
the stream of people hurrying to get home, thinking of the warmth of the NGPD-issue
BMW M3 I'd left only minutes ago. We were on a stakeout, parked up in an alley outside
"Tom's", a bar we suspected of circulating drugs.
I rounded the corner and saw the car, I quickened my pace, semi-jogged to the car and
kicked the door a few times. It sprang open, revealing a mildly pissed off LOLZILLA.
"Jesus Christ, flash! You wanna break the door or something?"
" Aww shaddap and let me in" I said, ducking into the interior, "Any updates?"
"Ah nothin' much, a few unconcious drunks being thrown out the back, but apart from
that, nothing"
"Hope he shows tonight, I don't wanna have to spend yet another night freezing my ass
off" I indicated the "Wanted" poster taped to the windshield, it showed a thin looking
guy, about 5'4 with a spiked up hair do and a Lacoste tracksuit on, what a bloody chav.
An hour passed, but it felt like a lifetime, time to check in with the team. i grabbed the
radio from it's cradle, "This is alpha one, any changes? over."
"Alpha two here, nothing happening on my side."
"Alpha three, nada goin' on"
"Alpha four, nothing"
Fan-fuckin'-tastic. "Okay, give it another ten minutes, then we call it a night, alpha one
out"
I looked at LOLZILLA with that kind of expression that said "I wish I was in the bar",
pulled out my MP3 player, and turned on the NGAP.
"The time is ten past midnight and you're listening to Elios, on Newgrounds radio one..."
I pulled the headhones out and put them under the seat. "Hey LOLZILLA, wake up and
get your face off the steering wheel, we're goin' home."
"Noooooo, you drive."
"Then get up and out of the driver's seat"
He shook himself awake, "Never mind, I'll drive."
He started the engine and straightened his tie. Ready to go, I picked up the radio
again..."All units this is Alpha one he's not gonna show, pack it up and let's go."
"Hey wait! What's that over next to that dumpster?" said LOLZILLA, pointing frantically
at a figure in the darkness of the bar's back alley.
"This is alpha one, cancel my last! All units hold position, repeat, all units hold position!"
I kept the radio in my hand, and got the binoculars out. The guy appeared to be pacing the
alley, waiting for something. He was wearing one of those old mobster hats from the
forties, and had the strangest facial hair outside of the great state of Texas!...He saw us.
He started running.
"ALL UNITS THIS IS ALPHA ONE, GO GO GO GO GO!!!!!" I yelled at the handset,
grabbed the single red police light from under the seat, put it on the roof, turned to 'zilla,
"PUNCH IT!"
And did he punch it. With a hell of a lot of wheelspin, the engine roared deafeningly, and
we shot forward, catapulting me against the seat. We sped across the empty city street,
and skidded to a halt at a forty-five degree angle at the entrance to the alley. We bolted
out of the car and sprinted toward this weirdo. He reached the end of the passage. It
looked like he'd get away.
I shouted, "FREEZE, POLICE!!!"
slam.
He had reached the street, but as soon as he took one step into it, and NGPD cruiser
slammed into him sending him flying over it and into a snowdrift.
By now, there were six cars on the scene, not including ours, there was the police M3s of
Be-Easy, Dew, and glue-sniffer surrounding the suspect, with the team themselves
pointing their scarily large guns at him, and the NGPD cruisers of green-day-fan-1,
AngryWorm, TheProduct, lights flashing and sirens blaring.
I had my revolver drawn and trained at the spot right between the perp's eyes, "WHAT
THE HELL PEOPLE, THAT'S NOT OUR GUY!!" I yelled, putting the gun back in it's
holster.
AngryWorm and Green-day-fan-1 were cuffing him and dragging him to the cruiser, I ran
up to the suspect and kicked him in the nuts.
"AAAAAAH, WHAT THE HELL?!?!?"
"That's for wasting police time, asshole!"
I grabbed his shoulders, pulling my knee back fo another blow, "Screw interrogations,
who are you?"
"I'm...I'm a private eye! I was investigating a drugs ring operating out of this bar!"
"WELL YOU JUST FUCKED UP OUR OPERATION" I was furious, months of work,
wasted by this peice of shit PI? That shit just didn't fly!
"Hey! Break it up sarge, we don't wanna start a new LA riots, do we?" Be-Easy, the one
guy that could diffuse literally any situation.
"Nah, c'mon, let's go. Leave this asshole for the unis" I muttered, turning to go back to
the car in the foulest mood know to man, when suddenly, an ear shattering scream broke
the night air like a knife to hot butter.
Almost simultaniously our radios exploded with chatter: "Officer down on fourth and
main, all available units attend immediately."
I ran to the car, doors still open from the chase. "Alpha team responding, with uniform
backup, send pickup for our cars at last known location."
I jumped into the driver's seat and slammed the siren power to "on". I powered down to
the end of the alley and oh so subtly beckoned to the team to get in with a gentle call of
"GET YOUR FUCKIN' ASSES IN HERE!!!", and we sped off to the scene.
The body was still warm, the little drops of snow melting on his back. He had a giant hole
in his back and was surrounded by sheafs of bloodstained currency. Lying in a pool of his
own blood: how you never hoped to see a police officer. After the crime-scene geeks had
done their stuff, I tuned him on his back and shivered.
I knew him.
The hair and face were instantly recoginzable as NinjaPirateMaster, my old training
officer. It was there and then I vowed to find his killer, and nail their ass to the fucking
wall.
I stood up and took charge, "'zilla, you and Dew do door to door, glue-sniffer, you talk to
the CSIs, see what they know. Be-Easy, you and me are gonna go search the block, see if
we can find a murder weapon."

CHAPTER TWO:
Clunk. The projector slide slammed another cartrige home, displaying the Magnum 3.57
we had photographed the previous night.
"...And this, gentlemen...and lady, is the murder weapon. We pulled some fingerprints off
of it and they're down at the lab now. The fact that we pulled the prints doesn't really fit
in with the MO..."
I interrupted christmasraptor sharply, "Meaning our suspect is a pro, but he slipped up on
this one."
"Exactly. The tragic murder of sergeant NinjaPirateMaster, whilst unique in the fact the
bastard slipped up, is linked to two other murders in the area."
At this point I drifted off into my own little world, the dull, grey briefing room was
replaced in my mind's eye with the Newgrundling, the local pub. It wasn't a cup of
coffee-crapola in my left hand, it was a glass of ten-year-old scotch, and in my right, a
cigar replaced the clipboard. I would have traded literaly anything to have things the way
they were in my own little world, but I was forced to face reality again when i was
brought back to the real world by the sound of chairs scraping the floor as everyone rose
from their seats. I drained the last of the sludge down my throat and caught up with Dew.
"Hey man, how's things?" He said, clearly seeing I looked drained.
"Ah, I'll be fine, don't you worry that shy little brain of yours, heheh"
"Come on, thatshit won't fly, you lost the guy that introduced you to the force less than 12
hours ago. Take a day off, man!"
"Damn you, you saw through my cunning disguise, yeah I'm torn up, but the day I take a
day off from taking scum off the streets is the day I die, get the guys and meet me in the
squad room in five."
"gottit." he walked off in search of the others, I went to the squad room
It was a good place to plan things, a map of the city a projector, a few desks...pornos
lying on the desks, not Glue-sniffer's choice adornments. When the squad finally arrived,
along with our uniform supplement, I had a plan, and the best thing about being a DCI,
was that I could green-light it.
"So boss, what's the plan?" asked LOLZILLA.
"Glad you asked, my friend, glad you asked. RIGHT, LISTEN UP! The finger prints
came back from the gun as belonging to a mr.Dagamerextream, and we know, where he
lives. Fancy a trip, people?"
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The engine roared like a beast from the deepest bowels of hell as I crunched it into sixth,
the siren almost drowned out...god it felt good to be driving again. The M3 was a
powerful car, and it knew it.
We sped along the snow-matted streets at 80MPH followed by two cruisers driven by
green-day-fan-1 and AngryWorm until we reached the historic, red-brick apartment
building. We screeched to a halt ouside and ran to either side of the door.
Once we were all against the wall I gave the nod and AngryWorm kicked the door down,
sending splinters of shattered wood everywhere and making the most brilliant crunching
sound in the world! We poured in and ran for the oak staircase, running desparatley,
hoping to god the suspect hadn't taken the rather loud, red and blue lighted hint. We
reached the fouth floor and found ouselves at the apartment we were looking for, I drew
my weapon and charged the door myself this time, yanking it off it's hinges and sending
it flying to the floor.
"NGPD, DON'T MOVE!!!" I yelled, motioned to Be-Easy and 'zilla to take the room on
the left, Dew and glue-sniffer to take the right, green-day-fan-1 and AngryWorm were
with me to take the kitchen.
The room was eerily silent, something didn't feel right about this...I could sense someone
move behind me, I spun round. Nothing...where did those uniforms go? "Hey unis,
where'd you go?!"
"In here sarge!",it came from a small room with an open window.
I ran in "HE GOT AWAY???"
I couldn't believe it, foxed by some cop-killing scumbag. I looked out of the window at
our cars, lights strobing, light reflecting against the still falling snow. Such a desolate,
sould deadening scene...green-day-fan-1 stood at my shoulder, knowing that it was a lot
to handle for me, the rest of the team assembling in the room.
A rifle cracked. Green-day-fan-1's head exploded in a fountain of blood and cartilage,
splattering us with the reamains of what had once been his face, he fell backwards onto
the floor, still twitching.
"HOLY SHIT! EVERYBODY FIND COVER!!!" I slammed my body against the wall,
terrified and clueless.
"WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM?!?!?!"
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I was draped in a towel, sitting in the back of the ambulance. i felt useless, my colleuge
and friend had been killed right in front of me, and I was sitting here instead of finding
the killer.
AbstractPathologist sat across from me.
"I think it's fairly obvious how he died, so there's nothing much to say about that, but
your other vic, NinjaPirateMaster, I think it's safe to day he died instantly, I recovered the
bullets, we're gonna track him down Flash, I promise you that."

CHAPTER 3
"YOU PIECE OF SHIT, WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!?!!!" The angry
figure screamed at dagamerextream as his foot made contact with the soft flesh of his
stomach. He fell to the floor of the warehouse, sending a cloud of dust flying into the air,
" I...I thought you'd be pleased boss!" he coughed.
"THEN YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT! IT WAS COMPLETELY UN-NESSESSARY!!
YOU WERE OUT OF THERE, YOU DID'NT HAVE TO GO ACROSS THE STREET,
KILL AN INNOCENT FAMILY AND KILL A FUCKING COP! I PAID YOU TO
KILL THAT FIRST ONE, NOT GO ON A FUCKING KILLING SPREE!!!" This time
the hob-nailed boot smashed into the head, knocking dagamerextream unconsious, his
nose started to bleed a small trickle of crimson blood into the dust, slowly spreading.
The figure stormed to the door, wrenched open with his heavy-leather gloved hands and
stormed out of the building.
outside, replaying the entire conversation on tape from the audio bug he had planted
earlier, was maxsparkson. pulling his 40's mob hat down over the rays of sun getting in
his eyes, he revved the enigne and took off.
"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.
T'was Grace that taught...
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear...
the hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares...
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
and Grace will lead us home.
The Lord has promised good to me...
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be...
as long as life endures.
When we've been here ten thousand years...
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
then when we've first begun.
"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see."
The bagpipes died down and I caught my breath. he reverend iRape stepped up to the
podium erected over the open grave in the cemetery, I could hear the widow of green-
day-fan-1 crying her heart out in the back of the thirty or so strong crowd.
"Thank you, and now a few words from some of his collegues and friends."
Stepping up to the stand now was an ashen faced LOLZILLA,dressed in full ceremonial
uniform. He took his hat off and layed it on the lectern, allowing the pouring rain to wet
his face.
"green-day-fan-1, was one of the best officers I have ever worked with. Not only was he
a good police officer, he was a good friend...and I know, were he here today, we'd be
busting down the door of a killer, who we have been chasing for a few days now. And no
matter what, I'd count on him any day to have my back...and he still does."
Fighting back tears, he stood down and returned to his place. I felt terrible, this was the
second funeral I'd been to in two days...a funeral a day, I wasn't going to get used to this.
I had to say something, it was only right. I walked somemnly up, and took to the stage.
"Whilst all of what my partner said there was true, the killer he mentioned wasn't just any
killer, he killed a police officer, my old training partner in fact. I took this badly and came
up with a hot-headed plan that endangered the lives of my entire team.
We went in without backup, without knowing if the suspect was armed, without
knowledge of the suspect's description. Even if we had seen him, we could have just,
passed him by.
And someone else payed the price.
It should be me in that coffin, not GDF1.
Sorry."
...And with that, I left the cemetery, followed by glue-sniffer. As I walked towards the car
she grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me round.
"What you did back there was brave, and I just want you to know, we're all cops, we stick
together no matter what happens, so don't think we're gonna abandon you."
"...Thanks, that meant a lot glue, but I need some alone time, I'll be in the car."
I waked over and got in, I watched the wind howling in the trees for a while, took my
soaking camel coat off and fell asleep"
*kzzzzzzzzt* "Alpha one, another body fitting your killer's MO has been found in Fulp
park" *kzzzzt*
I opened my eyes and grabbed for the radio, only to find it wasn't there.
"Alpha-one responding, request CSI and some caffine pills for the boss, over."
"Whaddaya think this is, Alpha one? A ruddy hotel? Get yer arses over there!"
"heheh, alpha one out."
Be-Easy was being a jackass over the radio again, Dew and LOLZILLA were mock-
bullying Glue-sniffer in the back, we were a team again.
"C'mon boss, step on it!"
"LOLZILLA, I will thank you not to give orders to your senior officer!" I said jokingly,
and before he could think of something smartass to say, I kicked the accelarator down,
and we roared off.
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"Man, this guy had a sense of fashion, ZZ top beard, forties moster hat...smashed audio
tape necklace, not bad for a body, huh?"

CHAPTER 4
"Y'know when you took your detective's exam, how come you didn't join me and the
team, 'raptor?"
"Because I hate you and the only reason I bought you a drink last Friday was by way of
an apology for fucking your mother, flash"
I laughed, "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but seriously, why not?"
He sighed, looking resigned. "Well the reason is..."
"HEY BOSS! FOUND SOMETHING!!" screamed Be-easy through the darkness of the
night, sending a few birds flying out of their perches, like press reporters fleeing from our
speeding car as we arrived a few hours ago.
"WE'LL BE RIGHT THERE!!..coming 'raptor?"
"Well ya need a CSI to bag and tag it, so yeah."
"Fancy a run?"
With that I took off at full pelt across the park, the freezing air evaporating my breath in
front of me, leaving christmasraptor behind me, trying desperately not to be beat...again.
'Zilla was standing next to an old oak tree, probably been there for centuries. A
Remington 12-guage shotgun was lying against the thing, looking worse for ware.
I looked back toward the victim, the audio tape lying destroyed and broken, the kneecaps
and stomach completely obliterated by something powerful, the bloodstains, enormous
splats of cartilage, bone and blood.
And we'd arrested him the night before last.
A blinding flash obscured my vision momentarily.
"shit, sorry!" said a rather cold AbstractPathologist, holding a camera to his face
"Oh hey man"
We walked over to the body, it was a surreal sight, the man lying dead there, a look of
pure fear fixed on his face, an eternal reminder of his final moments, surrounded by
floodlights, police tape and evidence markers...and yet, nobody seemed to care!
He was just another case.
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"So the victim's name was maxsparkson, a private investigator. I he met green-day-fan-
one's cruiser outside Tom's the other night."
"yup."
AbstractPatologist and I were in the morgue, an old fashioned brick-wall room in the
basement of the police station, I hated being there, there was a constant bad vibe to it, the
ghosts of someone's murdered wife, husband, son or daughter...or sometimes whole
families roamed these halls, looking for peace, but never to find any.
The air of constant sadness as the families identified their loved ones, seeing them this
way, clinging to the unfortunate officer who skimped paying for drinks the previous
night.
Every family, every single one of them left this place in a ruin of their former selves.
Lives were wrecked down here, and all you can say is "I'm so, so sorry."
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"So lemme get this straight, guv." Dew was sitting on his desk in the squad room "The
guy recorded our serial cop-murderer getting the shit kicked out of him by his contractor,
who then blew his stomach up a tree 5 hours later?"
I poured myself some scotch from the office decanter, "Sounds like Shakespeare, doesn't
it?"
Be-Easy threw his final dart into the board, with a picture of Chief Stamper tacked to it
"hardly, it was Shakespeare, there'd have been a sword duel by now!"
I chuckled "heheh, yeah, and glue-sniffer'd have her top off!..sorry darling that was a bit
sexy wasn't it?"
She stood up, poured the rest of her coffee down her neck, and said "I think you might
just mean sexist guv!"
I winked playfully at her "Oh no love, I mean what say!"
*slap*
"CHEEKY BUGGER!!!" she burst out laughing, covering the sound of the footsteps
outside the office.
A knock on the door.
Still laughing, I shouted. "Come in!"
A uniform officer was standing in the doorway, he had fairly long ginger hair, was fairly
tall, but was wearing a different uniform than I had seen on our uni's.
"So whaddaya want? And where the hell are you from, your uniform's grey!" was the
response from Dew.
"I'm NeonFlame126, I just got transferred here from..*furoahcn*"
"Where? Speak up man!" I said, jokingly
"4Chan city, I was sent to fill a vacancy that just appeared in your squad...you are
flashplayer5's team right?"
"Absolutely"

Chap 5
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!"
"There's no need for pro..."
"I WANT TO TALK TO YOUR DCI, NOW GO GET HIM!!!"
"Sir, you have to calm down..."
"NOW!"
The desk officer was obviously struggling with this strange guy bombarding her with
insults and demands to see me, and i was getting bored watching from the bottom of the
glass-steel staircase.
I strode across the tiled floor, my feet echoing to the desired effect, "RIGHT! WHAT'S
GOING ON HERE!?!" putting a look of anger on my face, but pissing myself laughing
on the inside.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU???" this possibly dangerous individual yelled,
deafeningly loud.
"I'm Detective Chief Inspector flashplayer5, and you?" I said, lacing my voice with
calming tones now, sensing I'd get a kick in somewhere I really didn't want to be kicked
if I said what I had wanted to say.
He seemed to calm down,sensing some relief he had got who he wanted. "My name, DCI
5, is Needle-in-Haystack, and I have some very important information regarding the case
I read you were investigaing."
"O RLY?...Sorry, it had to be done, if you'd like to come this way, we'll discuss whatever
information you may have."
Maintaining all professionalism, I turned around, and waled toward the interview rooms,
thank god he was behind me, or he would've seen the stupidly enormous grin plastered to
my face.
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"Interview code #384576738, NGPD, case number #98723567A, present are DCI
Flashplayer5, and DS LOLZILLA for the department, and Mr.Needle-in-haystack, who
has some information regarding the case."
'Zilla was with me for the interview, I needed some company.
With a dramatic flourish, he produced a copy of NG.MAG, the city's biggest newspaper
headlined "COPS FAIL TO CATCH SERIAL KILLER YET AGAIN".
Oh bollocks.
"It's about him"
"uh-huh, I see, listen mr. Haystack, we really don't need any help with this" 'zilla said,
palm on his forehead.
"He tried to kill me"
CHAPTER SIX: FINALE...WELL ALMOST...
"FREEZE, NGPD!"
"NOBODY MOVE, THIS IS THE POLICE!"
"POLICE, FREEZE!"
We burst into the room, the door ripped from it's hinges, the room was smoky and
smelled of drugs. It was in bad repair as well, black stains on the wall, almost no
furniture. My weapon drawn I ran into the lounge and pointed the business end at four
scared Jamaicans.
"POLICE, GRAB SOME WALL!". Be-easy was moving past me, cuffs in hand towards
the men, I spotted someone making a run for the demolished door.
Oh no he didn't. "HEY YOU, STOP RIGHT THERE!" I yelled to no effect, when
suddenly, BAM! Dew football tackled him to the floor, sending them crashing down and
sending up clouds of dust.
"I got 'im boss!"
"Nice one dew!"
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The raid on the crack house was a welcome break from finding the killers. If only Glue-
sniffer was here to see it instead of at home sick. 47 Kilos of pure China white we bagged
in that.
I was sitting in the squad room now, alone for once, filling out the report.
The old style 1970s phone on my old 1970s desk rang.
"Squad room, DCI five speaking."
"If you want to see your detective or her partner again, be at her house in ten minutes."
"What the...who is..."
*click*
I got up and ran, my chair and paperwork falling all over the place.
I busted through the canteen doors, looking frantically for my team in the packed blue-
walled room.
Hopeless, no way I was gonna see them in this crowd.
"FLASHPLAYER5'S TEAM, SQUAD ROOM, NOW!"
I ran back to the squad room and pulled glue-sniffer's file.
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"Okay people, here's the plan". S.W.A.T team captain Thunderfist241 was giving the
briefing on a projector. It showed a map of the area we'd be working in.
"Flashplayer5's team, you will be making the big bold entrance with the M3, coming own
the street at full pelt, followed by your uniform support, sirens blaring.
My team will be inserting from here, one block away for a covert entry into the back of
the house. It's two stories, so watch the top windows as well as the bottom, we have five
minutes left to get there so let's move!"
Chairs screeched, heavily armoured S.W.A.T officers picked up their automatic weapons
and snipers before walking out, my team and I ran down full pace to the parking lot, to
find the jet black M3 waiting for us at the bottom of the stainless steel staircase, purring
like a kitten.
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This had a bad feeling about it.
Nevertheless I sped on through the snowed out streets, once again, I hated snow. The
radio was buzzing with request for "all available units proceed immediately to the
hostage situation on Stamper street"
Crack.
The windshield smashed in a flurry of glass, covering me and the team with glass. I
wrenched the steering wheel with one hand and yanked the handbrake with the other,
dragging the car to a halt about 300 metres away from the suburban house. We ducked
out the doors and hid behind the vehicle.
"WHAT THE FUCK? WAS THAT A BULLET?" yelled LOLZILLA, crouching under
the bonnet.
I had planted myself behind the rear wheel, the others in between. "I THINK SO!"
I heard a repetitive popping noise in the background. I recognised it from that case we
had a few weeks ago, we were following an arms dealer and he opened fire on us with an
M-16 assault rifle, obliterating the old mustang's engine block.
"I think we all know what that is." Said Be-Easy.
"Yep" Dew was looking worried.
The squad cars had pulled over too, I inched my way back to the door, opened it and took
out the radio.
"Alpha-one to uniform support, we just got shot at from the house, we're gonna try and
move forward again"

6
"Okay, we can't stay here forever, we need to make a move. Any suggestions?"
"I got nothin'."
We had been cowering behind the wrecked car for almost an hour now, with whoever
was in the house firing off rounds every time one of us popped our head up.
"I can't take this anymore" said LOLZILLA, moving to the edge of the vehicle, "I'm
gonna try and run back the way we came to the corner, it's safer there and we can do
something"
I couldn't belive I was hearing this. "No way man, I'm not gonna let you."
"It wasn't a request flash"
" neither was that get back into cover, now."
"I'm going!"
"STAY HERE, THAT'S A FUCKING ORDER, DETECTIVE!"
"WE STAY HERE WE DIE, I'M FUCKING GOING!"
"'ZILLA!"
He ran.
The car was stopped about 300 yards from his destination, the hostage taker popped off
another round.
"SHIT, COVERING FIRE!"
We stood up and boldly out of cover, drew our weapons and fired wildly in the direction
of the house.
I could see windows smahing and falling inward, and a shape duck to the side.
The suburban one-story was a wreck, wood panneling hanging from single nails, glass on
the lawn, and holes in the walls from the shotguns NeonFlame and TheProduct were
carrying.
I heard a siren start up about a block away, and the radio start-up again.
"Shots fired at stamper street, all units abandon your current assignment and proceed
immediately to location."
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It felt good to have some protection at last, kevlar vests were the best protection.
S.W.A.T had moved their vans into a sort of, buletproof wall along the front of the house,
forming a safe area for us to plan our attack.
"So if we use the claw, rip out the wall, and storm the building, it risks too much for the
hostages"
I was talking with thunderfist241, the S.W.A.T captain, formulating a plan.
"Yeah well if we go in through the front he'll kill the hostages and run."
"I know, a window! We make a quiet entry while keeping him distracted, get the
hostages, sneak out again!"
"Y'know, it just might work."

CHAPTER 6C: FUCKIN' FINALLY.

Dew, Be-Easy, and LOLZILLA were standing around me, vests on, shotguns in hand.
"We can't go in, S.W.A.T will be going in instead of us. Apparantly we're
too..."personally involved" for this sensetive an op."
"Bullshit, we could do it if we wanted" said LOLZILLA, looking pissed off.
"yeah." Dew agreed.
"look, the decision was made, we can't do anything about it so let's just sit back and enjoy
the show!"
"Be-Easy's right." I said.
I had to admit I was dissappionted at the whole thing, but still I saw their point. A team of
S.W.A.T officers were gearing up next to us, they looked like serious mofos I tell you
that! They had full body armour, gas masks, bulletproof helmets, jackboots...the lot.
Look out, cop killing scum, here come the fuzz.
"S.W.A.T TEAM, MOVE OUT!" one of them yelled, I'm guessing that was captain
Thunderfist241.
"HOOAH!" they shouted back at him, like marines with a gunny...wannabes.
They stuck to the vans, creeping along them to the edge of the row, the game was on, it
seemed.
"ATTENTION HOSTAGE TAKER, THIS IS THE NGPD, WHAT ARE YOUR
DEMANDS?" came a voice, distracting the killer/hostage taker while the jackbooted
wannabe marines snuck out of cover and round the corner of the street, barely moving a
blade of grass in their somewhat...soundless approach to the white door in the side of the
house. The attemp at conversation didn't yeild much fruit, drawing silence from the
house.
The S.W.A.T guys had moved up to the wall of the building now, positioning themselves
around the door. One of them gave the "go" signal, another spun round and lunged at it.
boom.
An enormous fireball engulfed the officers and the wall, blowing plaster off walls across
the street and blowing squad cars over.
I hit the deck along with every other person there, and stayed there.
An eerie silence reigned, as ash fell like snow, the only sound was the flames from the
explosion licking at the framework of the house.
There was a massive hole in the side of the place, stretching across both floors.
"YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" TheProduct had lost it, he was up on his feet, waving his
gun about and running towards the house from the front. He got to about halfway across
the lawn...I knew what was coming next, and I wasn't going to be dissappointed.
Several loud pops erupted from the top center window and his chest exploded in puffs of
blood. He reeled back and fell on his side, writhing in pain and screaming. A pink foam
formed around TheProduct's mouth, and his screams fell silent.
"SHIT! ANOTHER GOOD COP DEAD, HOW MANY MORE, HUH???" Be-Easy was
taking it pretty hard.
"YOU ASSHOLE! WHADDAYA HAVE AGAINST US?"
Christ. "Shut it down, detective!"
"No, this isn't right, this wasn't meant to happen...I'm going in."
"Be-Easy, I give the orders in this team, not you...and I'm with you every step of the
fucking way." I felt we had to.
"Anyone else?"
"Yeah" Dew picked up his shotgun and loaded it.
"I'll come." said Neonflame126, echoed by AngryWorm.
"'Zilla?" he hadn't spoken up yet.
"We've been best friends since high school, do you really think I'd let you go in there
alone?"
"Didn't think you'd let me down man, NOW LET'S GO"
I pointed at the hole in the side of the building, surrounded by dead S.W.A.T officers. We
ran like the wind, I just didn't give a damn, and by the fact they were following me in this
mad charge into the unknown, neither did the others.
We burst in with shouts of "NGPD, FREEZE!!!"...and the odd "YIPPIE-KAY-AY
MOTHER FUCKER! THIS IS THE NGPD!"
"'ZILLA, DEW, CLEAR THE ROOMS ON THE LEFT! NEONFLAME,
ANGRYWORM, FLANK RIGHT! Be-Easy, you with me. NOW LET'S FIND OUR
TEAM MEMBER AND NAIL THIS FUCK TO THE WALL!"
I cocked my shotgun, motioned to Be-Easy and he checked the stairs, and gave the all-
clear, my heart pumping, we bolted up the wrecked and smoky stairs.
"BOSS I GOT A VISUAL! HE JUST WENT IN THERE!" pointing to a room, the door
had slammed shut and I could hear a key being shoved in the lock.
"EVERYONE, UP HERE NOW!" I yelled back down the stair. To the response of feet
pounding charred wood and metal.
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The team were positioned in the classic door-breaching formation, four of us on each
side.
"Everyone ready?"
"Yes." was the unnimous response.
I took a deep breath, I had been waiting what seemed like a lifetime for this..."Go."
END OF CHAPTER SIX, THE STORY, AND YOUR SUPPORT