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I'm thinking of making a crime story. or stories. Maybe a mini-series? I dunno. But it'd be fun to see if I can write another epic. I will try to keep the posts short though, so Skyro can read them.
for the record, I was planning on my former metaphor from politics as one.
BAM! BAM! Ping! I quickly ducked behind some trash cans to dodge a few bullets fired at me. I looked back behind me to check if I my support had arrived yet. No luck. I fired a few rounds over my cover and dove across the way to a better vantage point
BEEP!
"Honey, are you awake yet?"
BEEP!
"Your alarm clock is going off. You'll be late for class."
BEEP!
Am I dreaming?
BEEP!
My mother walks over to me and starts telling me, "Wake up...wake up...wake up..."
"Wake up Jones, come on, wake up."
The face of my mother coalesced into the face of my partner. Lovely. Just thing I want to see when I first -- "You're awake!"
"Yeah, Tom, I am." I replied.
I glanced groggily around the room. Ah shit, another hospital room. I took in a short breath and felt like a million ants decided to bite my insides.
"Jones, you all right son?"
"Chief?"
"Yeah, I thought I'd stop in to see how you were. Doesn't do to have a detective get shot and not, at the least, stop in once. Just my luck you woke up just now though."
"Lucky me, sir." Those damn ants again.
"You're telling me-whoa! Take it easy, you got shot in the lung. You should be dead right now. More than that, we should have buried you by this point."
*Cough* "Let me guess *cough* surgery and then some over a few *cough cough* days?"
"Two weeks actually," put in Tom.
Ah hell, that means I got a lot of paperwork coming up. Ugh man, I don't want to deal with this shit right now. It's too much.
I slowly blinked my eyes, noticing the Chief and Tom talking and saying goodbye. I nodded and slowly nodded off. Perhaps I should take it easy. *Yawn* eeeaasssyyyy...yesssszzzzzzz
BEEP!
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Marcus felt great. It was warm, sunny and a fresh day. Too nice to drive, so he walked on foot around his patrol perimeter. Marcus was a tough veteran; he'd been on the force for seventeen years. In that time he'd garnered several medals and citations. Neither was he afraid of charging headlong into danger. No sir, Marcus wasn't afraid of much, but neither was he proud of his accomplishments. Marcus didn't really care about all the medals or media attention; it didn't mean much to him. Nor did it mean much to the sniper who put a bullet through Marcus' head.
moar 
keep it up
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"In the news today, a seventeen year veteran of the police force was executed today in Sorentine park around 1 pm. Authorities are investigating..."
Hmm, police officer shot. That can't be good. Aww man, I need to get up and get out there. Let me just move my legs and stand up. OMFG! That hurts like HELL!
"Grrrrrr."
"Detective Jones!" A nurse cried out. "You shouldn't be out of bed!"
"A cop was killed, I need to get out there and help."
"You can't go out, you'll hurt yourself, or worse, have a relapse and your lungs will collapse!"
I guess she's right. Maybe I should go back to bed before I fall down.
*FWUMP* "Ow."
"Here," she said, "Let me get you back into your bed."
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Tom had found a few leads concerning the cop's death. He looked at the crime scene and considered his options. There was a bullet case on the ground, and they were positive that it matched the bullet that killed Marcus. The coroner's office still had to do an autopsy and the investigative unit needed to confirm a few things, but he was sure they wouldn't have much problem coming to the same conclusions he had.
Tom reflected missing his old partner. He glanced at his new one and said, "Hey Dave, come over here. What do you think about this shell casing?"
"Well," replied Dave, "It's feasible this may have been the case that killed the officer."
"But..."
"But I have the sinking feeling that this isn't right..."
"Well, it's the first time you've been on the job here, so that's natural."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Let's get this to the lab and processed."
*****
Three days later, Tom arrested a suspect and dragged him to the precinct. Three hours after that, a video arrived at the police headquarters. Across town from where Marcus was killed, on a lamp post another officer, a sergeant, was hanging. A recording said, "Two down, sooooo many to go."
"Shit," said Tom.
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