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signaling that the charge was low. See what I mean about the crappy jail equipment? This battery should have been good for another six to eight hours, at least. But it had died completely sometime between when I left the jail and now. I couldn’t be certain exactly when.
Muttering obscenities, I tossed the radio into the back seat. Then I remembered that I’d snagged Henderson’s radio before we bugged out. I yanked it off of his belt and checked the charge. Of course, it was working perfectly. It was just off. That moron had turned off his radio. Turning it back on, I noticed that it was on one of the patrol frequencies. I quickly switched it over to the jail band and keyed it up. I was intensely relieved to hear the chirp of the set activation.
“700, this is 829,” I said, holding my breath.
“Go for 700,” came an almost immediate response.
“700, am I ever glad to hear your voice. I’m in route back to the jail.”
“Copy that, 829,” said 700. “Be careful on your way back, there are reports of rioting all over town.”
“Understood. My ETA should be about half an hour, the Gods willing.”
Another voice came over the radio. It was Kris Newberry.
“Wylie! Thank God! Where are you?”
“About five miles south of Fair Grove on 65.”
“We’ve had Dispatch trying to contact our people for over an hour, now. They said that they weren’t able to reach you and to assume that you were gone. We’re losing people all over the place.”
“I know. Of the five of us at the road block, two of us are on the way back. I’ll tell you all about it when I get there. The reason you couldn’t reach us was that my battery died and that moron Henderson turned off his radio.”
“Wylie,” she said, and I could hear the tension in her voice. “Have you heard anything about Amanda?”
“Yeah, I talked to Karen a couple of hours ago. They’re at the lake and they’re fine.”
“Oh, thank God,” she said, relief evident in her voice.
“Karen will take good care of her,” I said as comfortingly as I could over the radio. “I’ll go get them as soon as I get a chance. Right now they’re out on a boat in deep water, so they’re probably safer than we are.”
“Alright Wylie, just get here as soon as you can.”
“I will. Have you heard anything from anyone else from our shift?”
“The Lieutenant’s here, ” she answered. “He’s in his office. He was in a car crash and broke his arm. Boyett was in Bravo Pod when we lost it.”
“What? We lost Bravo Pod!”
“Yeah,” she said. “Delta, too.”
“ Was there a riot?”
“No. Someone inside was infected. It spread unbelievably fast in the pods.”
“How many officers did we lose?”
“There were just two, one in each pod. Boyett was in Bravo and Church from C Shift was in Delta. When we saw what was going on, we sealed the doors. We couldn’t risk them getting out and there weren’t enough of us here to go in after them. But so far, they’re still contained in those two pods.”
I didn’t know Church all that well. He had only been with us for a few months. He was young, only about 21 or 22, but he was eager to learn and did his best to help out. I kind of liked that about the guy. Although I really hadn’t had the chance to get to know David Church, he seemed like a good kid. I don’t know if he had any family or not.
I’d known Mike Boyett for a couple years. Boyett wasn’t a very good officer. He was also notoriously full of shit most of the time. He was about five feet six and weighed a little over 230 lbs. His uniform usually looked like it had been slept in. He was also one of those guys that it didn’t matter what you had done in your life. He’d done it bigger, better and before you. But, he was one of ours. Although I felt bad for his wife and daughter, I can’t really say I’d miss the guy. At least he was better than Henderson.
“You did the right thing,” I said, knowing how tough a decision that must
Muttering obscenities, I tossed the radio into the back seat. Then I remembered that I’d snagged Henderson’s radio before we bugged out. I yanked it off of his belt and checked the charge. Of course, it was working perfectly. It was just off. That moron had turned off his radio. Turning it back on, I noticed that it was on one of the patrol frequencies. I quickly switched it over to the jail band and keyed it up. I was intensely relieved to hear the chirp of the set activation.
“700, this is 829,” I said, holding my breath.
“Go for 700,” came an almost immediate response.
“700, am I ever glad to hear your voice. I’m in route back to the jail.”
“Copy that, 829,” said 700. “Be careful on your way back, there are reports of rioting all over town.”
“Understood. My ETA should be about half an hour, the Gods willing.”
Another voice came over the radio. It was Kris Newberry.
“Wylie! Thank God! Where are you?”
“About five miles south of Fair Grove on 65.”
“We’ve had Dispatch trying to contact our people for over an hour, now. They said that they weren’t able to reach you and to assume that you were gone. We’re losing people all over the place.”
“I know. Of the five of us at the road block, two of us are on the way back. I’ll tell you all about it when I get there. The reason you couldn’t reach us was that my battery died and that moron Henderson turned off his radio.”
“Wylie,” she said, and I could hear the tension in her voice. “Have you heard anything about Amanda?”
“Yeah, I talked to Karen a couple of hours ago. They’re at the lake and they’re fine.”
“Oh, thank God,” she said, relief evident in her voice.
“Karen will take good care of her,” I said as comfortingly as I could over the radio. “I’ll go get them as soon as I get a chance. Right now they’re out on a boat in deep water, so they’re probably safer than we are.”
“Alright Wylie, just get here as soon as you can.”
“I will. Have you heard anything from anyone else from our shift?”
“The Lieutenant’s here, ” she answered. “He’s in his office. He was in a car crash and broke his arm. Boyett was in Bravo Pod when we lost it.”
“What? We lost Bravo Pod!”
“Yeah,” she said. “Delta, too.”
“ Was there a riot?”
“No. Someone inside was infected. It spread unbelievably fast in the pods.”
“How many officers did we lose?”
“There were just two, one in each pod. Boyett was in Bravo and Church from C Shift was in Delta. When we saw what was going on, we sealed the doors. We couldn’t risk them getting out and there weren’t enough of us here to go in after them. But so far, they’re still contained in those two pods.”
I didn’t know Church all that well. He had only been with us for a few months. He was young, only about 21 or 22, but he was eager to learn and did his best to help out. I kind of liked that about the guy. Although I really hadn’t had the chance to get to know David Church, he seemed like a good kid. I don’t know if he had any family or not.
I’d known Mike Boyett for a couple years. Boyett wasn’t a very good officer. He was also notoriously full of shit most of the time. He was about five feet six and weighed a little over 230 lbs. His uniform usually looked like it had been slept in. He was also one of those guys that it didn’t matter what you had done in your life. He’d done it bigger, better and before you. But, he was one of ours. Although I felt bad for his wife and daughter, I can’t really say I’d miss the guy. At least he was better than Henderson.
“You did the right thing,” I said, knowing how tough a decision that must
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