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him, shredded and pouring blood, viscera and other things he still couldn’t cleanse the images of from his mind despite trying. He dived into cover, watching his partner’s head explode near him, covering him with blood and brain matter. His eyes were wide in horror and shock. Training hadn’t taught him about this, about what real weapons did to a human’s body, about the sheer violence and brutality of a real conflict.
The smell was as bad as the sights, things he’d never wanted to recognize the scent of assailing his senses. It was all he could do to keep from curling up and crying right there, forgetting the people around him and trying to ignore the horrific reality.
But that was before he heard the laughing.
The cops who were on the ground around him were good people, mostly. Sure, there was the odd bad egg, but they had all chosen to make protection their profession. Most had families, children, wives, husbands, homes they wouldn’t be going home to at the end of the day. And Sano could accept that, he could; he already knew from personal experience that life was unforgiving and harsh. Not cruel, but harsh. People died, he knew that.
But he couldn’t accept that the people who were killing them were laughing about it. Those lives meant so little to them that the brutality was humorous. That was when something new triggered. That was when Sano stood up.
It wasn’t like his fear and horror disappeared; they just didn’t matter anymore. Anger rushed through him, a tidal wave of rage that made thinking about little details like personal danger or fear impossible. At that moment all he wanted was to stop the laughter and the slaughter, he wasn’t thinking about the future at all.
They fired of course but he moved as they did, returning fire with his handgun as he swooped down to pick up another from a fallen officer. He remembered screaming though he didn’t remember starting to. He moved from cover to cover, always moving forward, bringing down target after target. They couldn’t get a real shot at him, he moved too much and they were too confident to do the same. Their confidence faded once they realized just how many of them he’d brought down, but by that point fear and anger clouded their judgment instead.
It was strange, Sano thought, how his anger enabled him to cut through their numbers while their anger prevented them from winning. The few surviving officers moved forward behind Sano, working with him towards victory, and soon enough the entrance was clear. Sano didn’t stop there, though the killing mostly did. He pushed forward into the building towards the government officials, working with his allies to bring the rest down, and it got easier as it went. Many gave up without even firing, knowing the majority had been taken care of downstairs.
Sano had walked into the official’s office without hesitation, the end of the road. A terrorist stood with a gun to the official’s head, demanding he drop his weapon. Sano had complied; he knew it was the best course of action even as the terrorist took the opportunity to shoot him in the chest.
As Sano had stumbled back another officer had swung around the edge of the doorway, shooting the now-open terrorist dead. Sano remembered hitting the wall and slumping down, others coming to his aid and calling for medical attention. Sano had just smiled. He’d never expected to get out of there alive; he’d forgotten about that back in the lobby.
Later, as he recovered after surgery, another officer had told him that was the point when he became a real protector, when he’d forgotten about his own safety. Sano never forgot that, and ever since he’d never put his own safety before another’s.
Sano smirked as he was snapped out of his reverie by a loud beeping. “Yeah, I’m a hero alright.” He checked in and dropped his phone back in his pocket, looking up at the sky once more. “A big damn hero…”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Wind howled over
The smell was as bad as the sights, things he’d never wanted to recognize the scent of assailing his senses. It was all he could do to keep from curling up and crying right there, forgetting the people around him and trying to ignore the horrific reality.
But that was before he heard the laughing.
The cops who were on the ground around him were good people, mostly. Sure, there was the odd bad egg, but they had all chosen to make protection their profession. Most had families, children, wives, husbands, homes they wouldn’t be going home to at the end of the day. And Sano could accept that, he could; he already knew from personal experience that life was unforgiving and harsh. Not cruel, but harsh. People died, he knew that.
But he couldn’t accept that the people who were killing them were laughing about it. Those lives meant so little to them that the brutality was humorous. That was when something new triggered. That was when Sano stood up.
It wasn’t like his fear and horror disappeared; they just didn’t matter anymore. Anger rushed through him, a tidal wave of rage that made thinking about little details like personal danger or fear impossible. At that moment all he wanted was to stop the laughter and the slaughter, he wasn’t thinking about the future at all.
They fired of course but he moved as they did, returning fire with his handgun as he swooped down to pick up another from a fallen officer. He remembered screaming though he didn’t remember starting to. He moved from cover to cover, always moving forward, bringing down target after target. They couldn’t get a real shot at him, he moved too much and they were too confident to do the same. Their confidence faded once they realized just how many of them he’d brought down, but by that point fear and anger clouded their judgment instead.
It was strange, Sano thought, how his anger enabled him to cut through their numbers while their anger prevented them from winning. The few surviving officers moved forward behind Sano, working with him towards victory, and soon enough the entrance was clear. Sano didn’t stop there, though the killing mostly did. He pushed forward into the building towards the government officials, working with his allies to bring the rest down, and it got easier as it went. Many gave up without even firing, knowing the majority had been taken care of downstairs.
Sano had walked into the official’s office without hesitation, the end of the road. A terrorist stood with a gun to the official’s head, demanding he drop his weapon. Sano had complied; he knew it was the best course of action even as the terrorist took the opportunity to shoot him in the chest.
As Sano had stumbled back another officer had swung around the edge of the doorway, shooting the now-open terrorist dead. Sano remembered hitting the wall and slumping down, others coming to his aid and calling for medical attention. Sano had just smiled. He’d never expected to get out of there alive; he’d forgotten about that back in the lobby.
Later, as he recovered after surgery, another officer had told him that was the point when he became a real protector, when he’d forgotten about his own safety. Sano never forgot that, and ever since he’d never put his own safety before another’s.
Sano smirked as he was snapped out of his reverie by a loud beeping. “Yeah, I’m a hero alright.” He checked in and dropped his phone back in his pocket, looking up at the sky once more. “A big damn hero…”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Wind howled over
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