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bulkhead. Hunter’s eyes were everywhere as his thoughts clawed at prioritising what needed to be done. The situation looked perilous for Jackson. His face was ghostly white.
“Get me out!” he screamed. “Get me fucking out of here.”
Hunter sank even further and on all fours crawled part way inside the car. He put his hands around Jackson’s neck in an attempt to support his head but his bodyweight was too great. He continued to scream and the pitch hurt Hunter’s ears.
Hunter fixed his look. He saw that Peter’s right eye was beginning to swell and he was bleeding from his mouth. As he screamed the blood bubbled and foamed.
Hunter said, “Try and keep calm! The ambulance and fire-brigade are on their way. We’ll soon have you out.”
Peter stopped screaming and began whimpering, “I can’t feel my legs.” He reached out and grabbed Hunter’s wrist. “I’m going to die aren’t I?”
“No you’re not. We’ll have you out of here in no time. Just hold on, it won’t be long.” Hunter could feel through his grip that Peter was beginning to tremble. He continued to support his head and hold his gaze. It was then that he noticed that Jackson’s pupils were starting to dilate. Hunter knew it was not a good sign. He gently moved his head. “Come on Peter, hang in there. It’s not going to be long now.”
Jackson’s breathing became shallower. He started to mumble. “I’m dying aren’t I?”
Hunter knew things were not good and he knew he needed to say something comforting. He replied, “No you’re not Peter.”
“I am ! I know I am.” He gasped and drew in a deep breath. “I don’t want to die.”
“It’s okay! We’re going to get you out. Just hang on in there.”
Tears began forming in the corner of his eyes and closing them he said softly, “I did that old lass you know.”
“I know. You don’t need to talk about it right now. Just concentrate on getting out of here.”
He took a deep breath. His chest wavered. “Will you tell her I’m sorry.” He let out a prolonged sigh and then his body went limp.
Hunter swallowed hard. He had never seen anyone die before.
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CHAPTER TWELVE
Being called to the Chief Superintendent’s office at District Headquarters for a commendation was the highest accolade of Hunter’s probation service to date.
A both nervous and yet excited energy tingled through him as he waited outside the Chief Super’s door. Sergeant Marrison was fussing over him, picking pieces of fluff off his tunic, that only a microscope would pick up.
Marrison stood back and cast an eye over him. “Now young Kerr, go in there, stand smartly to attention, sling up your best salute and don’t say a thing unless asked a question. Understand?” Then he leaned forward and flicked a finger over Hunter’s collar, finding a loose hair. He held it up, tutted and dropped it exaggeratingly to the floor. “I’ll be right behind you, so don’t let me down.”
Kerr was reflecting on his Supervisors actions. Anyone would have thought he was on discipline proceedings rather than a commendation. A shout of “Come in” broke into his thoughts.
Silver haired Chief Superintendent King was seated behind a large oak desk. He was wearing a dark pinstripe suit with a white shirt and Force tie. He pushed himself back and fixed Hunter with a smile. “I’ve been hearing good things about you Constable Kerr. If you carry on like this I can see you’re going to be heading for greater things. A little birdie tells me you’re interested in CID.”
Hunter nodded, “Yes sir.”
“Well don’t get ahead of yourself young man. You’ve got to get through your probationary period yet.” He leaned forward and interlinked his fingers. “Though on this evidence, I can’t see it being any problem.” Then for the next five minutes the Chief Superintendent applauded him for his bravery. At the end of his speech he pushed himself up from his chair, reached
“Get me out!” he screamed. “Get me fucking out of here.”
Hunter sank even further and on all fours crawled part way inside the car. He put his hands around Jackson’s neck in an attempt to support his head but his bodyweight was too great. He continued to scream and the pitch hurt Hunter’s ears.
Hunter fixed his look. He saw that Peter’s right eye was beginning to swell and he was bleeding from his mouth. As he screamed the blood bubbled and foamed.
Hunter said, “Try and keep calm! The ambulance and fire-brigade are on their way. We’ll soon have you out.”
Peter stopped screaming and began whimpering, “I can’t feel my legs.” He reached out and grabbed Hunter’s wrist. “I’m going to die aren’t I?”
“No you’re not. We’ll have you out of here in no time. Just hold on, it won’t be long.” Hunter could feel through his grip that Peter was beginning to tremble. He continued to support his head and hold his gaze. It was then that he noticed that Jackson’s pupils were starting to dilate. Hunter knew it was not a good sign. He gently moved his head. “Come on Peter, hang in there. It’s not going to be long now.”
Jackson’s breathing became shallower. He started to mumble. “I’m dying aren’t I?”
Hunter knew things were not good and he knew he needed to say something comforting. He replied, “No you’re not Peter.”
“I am ! I know I am.” He gasped and drew in a deep breath. “I don’t want to die.”
“It’s okay! We’re going to get you out. Just hang on in there.”
Tears began forming in the corner of his eyes and closing them he said softly, “I did that old lass you know.”
“I know. You don’t need to talk about it right now. Just concentrate on getting out of here.”
He took a deep breath. His chest wavered. “Will you tell her I’m sorry.” He let out a prolonged sigh and then his body went limp.
Hunter swallowed hard. He had never seen anyone die before.
- ooOoo -
CHAPTER TWELVE
Being called to the Chief Superintendent’s office at District Headquarters for a commendation was the highest accolade of Hunter’s probation service to date.
A both nervous and yet excited energy tingled through him as he waited outside the Chief Super’s door. Sergeant Marrison was fussing over him, picking pieces of fluff off his tunic, that only a microscope would pick up.
Marrison stood back and cast an eye over him. “Now young Kerr, go in there, stand smartly to attention, sling up your best salute and don’t say a thing unless asked a question. Understand?” Then he leaned forward and flicked a finger over Hunter’s collar, finding a loose hair. He held it up, tutted and dropped it exaggeratingly to the floor. “I’ll be right behind you, so don’t let me down.”
Kerr was reflecting on his Supervisors actions. Anyone would have thought he was on discipline proceedings rather than a commendation. A shout of “Come in” broke into his thoughts.
Silver haired Chief Superintendent King was seated behind a large oak desk. He was wearing a dark pinstripe suit with a white shirt and Force tie. He pushed himself back and fixed Hunter with a smile. “I’ve been hearing good things about you Constable Kerr. If you carry on like this I can see you’re going to be heading for greater things. A little birdie tells me you’re interested in CID.”
Hunter nodded, “Yes sir.”
“Well don’t get ahead of yourself young man. You’ve got to get through your probationary period yet.” He leaned forward and interlinked his fingers. “Though on this evidence, I can’t see it being any problem.” Then for the next five minutes the Chief Superintendent applauded him for his bravery. At the end of his speech he pushed himself up from his chair, reached
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