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Silas was CIA. StillactiveCIA.
I didn’t know how far his reach went in the company, but it was obviously far enough for him to do what he wanted and take what jobs he felt like taking.
He also had a lot of firepower at his back, and I fucking loved him for it right now.
“That’s enough,” I said to them both. “I agree with Cleo. Either stop fucking around or get out. We don’t have time for this bullshit.”
They probably would’ve fought about whose dick was bigger if the radios hadn’t started to explode with chatter.
“Medic 4, you are needed at 2499 West Palm Rd. Single victim. Suspected rape,” one dispatcher said.
It was only seconds later when another page went over the airwaves. “Unit 4. Respond to 500 Doral Drive. Neighbors complaining of screaming.”
Then another.
“Engine two. Respond to structure fire at 663 Jumper Way. Neighbors reporting smoke.”
And on it went. Medic after medic, officer after officer, engine after engine was called out to respond to this or that, here, there and everywhere.
“They’re getting everybody out,” I said as I came to the sickening realization. “They’re getting everybody out: either A, to get us alone, or B, to get us to go where they want us.”
The station phone rang, pulling Zeth’s attention away from me.
I kept talking, ignoring him until the tone of his voice changed.
“No, Poole, I can’t come. I don’t have any to spare. Every last one of them was called out not even seconds ago. Yes. You’ve got to be kidding me. Alright, I’ll keep you updated. 10-4,” Zeth said before hanging up.
His look was ominous, “The counties surrounding ours, every single one of them, have the same calls going on right now. There’s no available backup for over fifty miles in all directions.”
My mind was whirling.
“Well, whatever happened, I’m going back to Channing.” I asked as I started heading towards the front door.
“Use the back,” Silas and Zeth said at the same time.
I nodded and redirected myself only for the windows behind me to shatter in a spray of bullets.
“Motherfucker,” I said as I dropped down to all fours, and then even further to my stomach.
Curses were echoed behind me, but there were no shouts of pain, which was the one positive thing in this huge clusterfuck.
“We need to get out of here. Is there any other way besides...” Silas speaking, but his question was cut off by a percussion grenade.
Lights and sounds disappeared for a very long time, and I came to minutes...or maybe hours, later.
The first thing to return was my sight.
Followed shortly by my hearing.
Finally, my disorientation cleared, and a blast from my past sped full throttle into my face.
Mick Dempsey, the leader of the Crimson Horde, the gang I’d used to be a part of, was staring me in the face.
In full uniform.
Police uniform that is.
I stared at him in shock.
