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Each police officer approached on either side of the truck, escorting their two comrades riding on the back to their squad car, where one of them stayed to keep an eye on them. Then, the second officer made his way toward the driver-side door, where he stopped at the window. “Sir, I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle.” The police officer kept his hand on the butt of the pistol around his belt.
The garbage-truck driver measured the distance between the two of them and the time it would take for him to bring the barrel of his gun and fire at the officer before he could shoot back. The garbage truck’s engine sputtered and rumbled as it idled, and the driver felt the vibrations through the handle of his gun.
The officer hung back, not allowing for the driver to obtain a good shot. “Sir, shut the engine off, and exit the vehicle now.”
The driver watched the officer’s shoulder twitch as he went to pull the pistol from his holster, and in the same instant, the driver brought the barrel of his gun over the door and fired through the open window. The driver squeezed off three rounds, all three armor-piercing rounds tearing through the officer’s Kevlar.
The second officer still positioned with their two comrades by the squad car fired at the passenger side of the garbage truck, but the driver’s partner wielded his AK-47 and fired a series of rounds that cut the officer down where he stood. The two detained comrades by the squad car rushed back over to the rear of the garbage truck and hung on as the driver sped away, leaving the police lights to cast their red-and-blue colors over the bloody officers on the asphalt.
***
Agent Cooper checked the timeline of the feed again, just to make sure, then moved to the map in their makeshift situation room, where Diaz and a mix of Homeland, police, sheriff’s officials, and DEA agents had gathered. “All right, so we’ve got the garbage truck entering the city at 6:45 a.m. We have confirmed stops at these locations.” She circled twelve different spots along the route that they managed to project. “And these are just the ones we were able to find. We already have crews en route, but we don’t know when the bombs are set to go off. What we need help with right now is evacuation.”
Diaz stepped up and joined Cooper at the front. “Since it’s still only 7:30 a.m. on a Saturday, a lot of the local residents are still sleeping. We just sent out a press release telling citizens of those areas of the city where we know the bombs are located to leave, and then cordon the area off. However, we want to avoid any panic and looting, so that’s where you guys come in.”
“In addition to assisting in the evacuation, we’ll need your help in crowd control. The marathon bombings from a few years ago are still fresh in everyone’s mind, and we don’t need anyone trying to go all Jane Bond and start making citizens arrests for anyone that looks suspicious,” Cooper said. “Your COs will give you a specific breakdown of the areas you’ll cover.” She clapped her hands together in three quick smacks. “Let’s go, people!”
The room scattered until it was just Diaz and Cooper. “Look out, Perry incoming.” Diaz whispered in her ear, but it was barely enough time to brace herself before Perry shoved a file in her face.
“Can I help you, sir?” Cooper asked.
“Why did you issue an APB on Dylan Turk? I told you he doesn’t have anything to do with this investigation! You’re wasting time and resources, Agent Cooper!”
Cooper jammed the file back into Perry’s body and followed it up with a powerful shove that sent the thin man backward. Despite his size, she managed to move him back fairly easily, and she watched a look of shock spread across his face. “I don’t give a shit what you do with my application for Homeland, because if it’s just full of pompous assholes like yourself, I’d rather stay where I’m at.” She stormed out
Each police officer approached on either side of the truck, escorting their two comrades riding on the back to their squad car, where one of them stayed to keep an eye on them. Then, the second officer made his way toward the driver-side door, where he stopped at the window. “Sir, I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle.” The police officer kept his hand on the butt of the pistol around his belt.
The garbage-truck driver measured the distance between the two of them and the time it would take for him to bring the barrel of his gun and fire at the officer before he could shoot back. The garbage truck’s engine sputtered and rumbled as it idled, and the driver felt the vibrations through the handle of his gun.
The officer hung back, not allowing for the driver to obtain a good shot. “Sir, shut the engine off, and exit the vehicle now.”
The driver watched the officer’s shoulder twitch as he went to pull the pistol from his holster, and in the same instant, the driver brought the barrel of his gun over the door and fired through the open window. The driver squeezed off three rounds, all three armor-piercing rounds tearing through the officer’s Kevlar.
The second officer still positioned with their two comrades by the squad car fired at the passenger side of the garbage truck, but the driver’s partner wielded his AK-47 and fired a series of rounds that cut the officer down where he stood. The two detained comrades by the squad car rushed back over to the rear of the garbage truck and hung on as the driver sped away, leaving the police lights to cast their red-and-blue colors over the bloody officers on the asphalt.
***
Agent Cooper checked the timeline of the feed again, just to make sure, then moved to the map in their makeshift situation room, where Diaz and a mix of Homeland, police, sheriff’s officials, and DEA agents had gathered. “All right, so we’ve got the garbage truck entering the city at 6:45 a.m. We have confirmed stops at these locations.” She circled twelve different spots along the route that they managed to project. “And these are just the ones we were able to find. We already have crews en route, but we don’t know when the bombs are set to go off. What we need help with right now is evacuation.”
Diaz stepped up and joined Cooper at the front. “Since it’s still only 7:30 a.m. on a Saturday, a lot of the local residents are still sleeping. We just sent out a press release telling citizens of those areas of the city where we know the bombs are located to leave, and then cordon the area off. However, we want to avoid any panic and looting, so that’s where you guys come in.”
“In addition to assisting in the evacuation, we’ll need your help in crowd control. The marathon bombings from a few years ago are still fresh in everyone’s mind, and we don’t need anyone trying to go all Jane Bond and start making citizens arrests for anyone that looks suspicious,” Cooper said. “Your COs will give you a specific breakdown of the areas you’ll cover.” She clapped her hands together in three quick smacks. “Let’s go, people!”
The room scattered until it was just Diaz and Cooper. “Look out, Perry incoming.” Diaz whispered in her ear, but it was barely enough time to brace herself before Perry shoved a file in her face.
“Can I help you, sir?” Cooper asked.
“Why did you issue an APB on Dylan Turk? I told you he doesn’t have anything to do with this investigation! You’re wasting time and resources, Agent Cooper!”
Cooper jammed the file back into Perry’s body and followed it up with a powerful shove that sent the thin man backward. Despite his size, she managed to move him back fairly easily, and she watched a look of shock spread across his face. “I don’t give a shit what you do with my application for Homeland, because if it’s just full of pompous assholes like yourself, I’d rather stay where I’m at.” She stormed out
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