07-20-2017, 09:33 AM
Clink! clink ! clink!
The mob began to throw bottles, cans and chunks of bricks at the two officers. Any debris or garbage that could be found was thrown as their anger boiled. The dozen or so little scamps sitting atop the cruiser began to kick out the glass and jump up and down on the car. A mischievous little 10 year old climbed through the open driver's side window and pulled the keys out of the ignition. The two officers backed up slowly, their backs now all the way against the car as the mob encircled them fully.
Reyes shuddered with fear, both from the bloodthirsty crowd and his own serious injury. “You better get your shit together if you wanna get out of here alive, Carlos,” Mad Bull urged. Another preteen had clamored through the shattered windshield and was pissing on the leather seats; Mad Bull grabbed the kid by the neck and tossed him 14 feet into the hungry mob. The burly sergeant searchingly felt around the center console.
“On his excellency's authority, I demand you disperse!” Reyes attempted to order to crowd.
“Matalo!” an angry voice shouted back.
A bead of sweat ran down Reyes’ brow. Today had gotten very ugly, but it was about to get worse. He slid his baton back into his belt and unsnapped the cover over his leather gun holster. He held one palm outward towards the crowd, adopting a defensive stance.
“Stand back! Disperse!” he once again tried to order before pulling his service pistol from it's holster and pointing the barrel at the sky.
KAPAA!
Reyes fired a warning shot overhead and the mob all winced for a moment, then continued to close in on the two cornered officers.
BRAKAAH!
TING!
A shot answered back from the the crowd and dinged against the side of the cruiser. Reyes’ arms and legs quivered as he pointed his piece straight towards the crowd, who were now only ten feet from falling upon him with the same savagery he had showed the kid he had murdered. The barrel of his weapon shook in-front of countless malevolent faces.
MAD BULL 34 pulled his huge girth out of the squad car and put a hand on Reyes’ shoulder.
“Cover yer ears, dickhead.”
Chuh-chunk!
The sergeant pumped a shell into the Remington 870 police-issue shotgun. A dark shadow crossed his brow and he grimaced deeply at the surging mob. There was only one way out at this point. Reyes had dug them both into a hole, but he sure-as-shit wasn't about to give up and lay in it. Grimly, he rested the walnut stock against his shoulder and pointed the muzzle flat into the rabble.
WAAKOOM!!
The front-line of the mob melted and those behind tripped over their bodies as they raced forward, fingers and knives poised to kill.
Chuh-chunk!
WAAKOOM!!
The spray from the gun splattered through the mob and screams started to cry through from the back.
Chuh-chunk!
As MAD BULL pumped the third shell into the chamber the crowd began to disperse, spread and race for cover. With the mob in flight, Sergeant Estes pointed the barrel skyward and fired another shot above their heads, feeding the fear and chaos unfolding.
WAAKOOM!!
Officer Reyes stood stunned, his service pistol still shaking in his outstretched hands. Mad Bull grabbed Reyes by the collar and spat into his face, “Listen to me you cowardly piece of shit, they’ll be back and they ain’t gonna stop until you’re dead, ya hear me? DEAD!”
Reyes nodded quickly.
“Good!” Mad Bull’s thick mustache bristled and Reyes could see the ire in his eyes. “You’re a cop, a stupid one, but still a cop... and that means I can’t just leave ya here to get what ya deserve. I don’t get off killin’ civvies, but you better believe if it's me or them, it’ll always be them. You follow me and maybe we’ll both get outta here alive?”
The mob began to throw bottles, cans and chunks of bricks at the two officers. Any debris or garbage that could be found was thrown as their anger boiled. The dozen or so little scamps sitting atop the cruiser began to kick out the glass and jump up and down on the car. A mischievous little 10 year old climbed through the open driver's side window and pulled the keys out of the ignition. The two officers backed up slowly, their backs now all the way against the car as the mob encircled them fully.
Reyes shuddered with fear, both from the bloodthirsty crowd and his own serious injury. “You better get your shit together if you wanna get out of here alive, Carlos,” Mad Bull urged. Another preteen had clamored through the shattered windshield and was pissing on the leather seats; Mad Bull grabbed the kid by the neck and tossed him 14 feet into the hungry mob. The burly sergeant searchingly felt around the center console.
“On his excellency's authority, I demand you disperse!” Reyes attempted to order to crowd.
“Matalo!” an angry voice shouted back.
A bead of sweat ran down Reyes’ brow. Today had gotten very ugly, but it was about to get worse. He slid his baton back into his belt and unsnapped the cover over his leather gun holster. He held one palm outward towards the crowd, adopting a defensive stance.
“Stand back! Disperse!” he once again tried to order before pulling his service pistol from it's holster and pointing the barrel at the sky.
KAPAA!
Reyes fired a warning shot overhead and the mob all winced for a moment, then continued to close in on the two cornered officers.
BRAKAAH!
TING!
A shot answered back from the the crowd and dinged against the side of the cruiser. Reyes’ arms and legs quivered as he pointed his piece straight towards the crowd, who were now only ten feet from falling upon him with the same savagery he had showed the kid he had murdered. The barrel of his weapon shook in-front of countless malevolent faces.
MAD BULL 34 pulled his huge girth out of the squad car and put a hand on Reyes’ shoulder.
“Cover yer ears, dickhead.”
Chuh-chunk!
The sergeant pumped a shell into the Remington 870 police-issue shotgun. A dark shadow crossed his brow and he grimaced deeply at the surging mob. There was only one way out at this point. Reyes had dug them both into a hole, but he sure-as-shit wasn't about to give up and lay in it. Grimly, he rested the walnut stock against his shoulder and pointed the muzzle flat into the rabble.
WAAKOOM!!
The front-line of the mob melted and those behind tripped over their bodies as they raced forward, fingers and knives poised to kill.
Chuh-chunk!
WAAKOOM!!
The spray from the gun splattered through the mob and screams started to cry through from the back.
Chuh-chunk!
As MAD BULL pumped the third shell into the chamber the crowd began to disperse, spread and race for cover. With the mob in flight, Sergeant Estes pointed the barrel skyward and fired another shot above their heads, feeding the fear and chaos unfolding.
WAAKOOM!!
Officer Reyes stood stunned, his service pistol still shaking in his outstretched hands. Mad Bull grabbed Reyes by the collar and spat into his face, “Listen to me you cowardly piece of shit, they’ll be back and they ain’t gonna stop until you’re dead, ya hear me? DEAD!”
Reyes nodded quickly.
“Good!” Mad Bull’s thick mustache bristled and Reyes could see the ire in his eyes. “You’re a cop, a stupid one, but still a cop... and that means I can’t just leave ya here to get what ya deserve. I don’t get off killin’ civvies, but you better believe if it's me or them, it’ll always be them. You follow me and maybe we’ll both get outta here alive?”
Quote:“Matalo!” - "Kill him!"