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missing lunch for!” said Matt.
The people in the queue around the officers looked at Matt in outrage. They couldn’t say anything against the authorities without causing themselves difficulty. Gary felt ashamed to be in his friend’s presence at this time, but he knew there was nothing he could do or say to either calm the situation or change Matt. In all honesty, despite Gary not liking Matt’s verbal response, the opportunity of some action was an appealing one. The two men rushed out of the establishment to their car.
Gary leapt into the driving seat and put his foot to the floor. The small diesel engine was nothing special, but the officers had learned to ring every last drop of power from it. The front wheels squealed as they screamed out of the car park. Matt hit the lights and siren whilst Gary passed through every red light, fully enjoying doing so. Within minutes the men were at their station, eagerly running through the front doors. The station was a small one with just eight field officers on duty. They were greeted by their sergeant, Richards.
“Gary, Matt, get your gear on sharpish, you have five minutes,” said Richards.
The two men rushed to their lockers. Their riot gear was thrown in there untidily, they’d never had much use for it. Neither of them had worn riot kit since training and they quickly put it all on. It was the fastest the two men had done anything in their job, finally finding motivation when a few skulls needed beating. After just a few minutes the two men were fully kitted and ready to move. They had full riot protection on, helmets in hand. They followed the sergeant and other men to one of the vans and jumped in. The van raced off with the blue lights flashing.
“So what’s the deal Sarge?” asked Matt.
“All we know is that a riot has broken out at the university campus. The first officers on the scene came under attack and have not been in contact. We don’t know the reason for the riot or the current status.”
“So we’re going in blind?” asked Gary.
“Exactly, a number of other forces will be joining us there. Firearms units have been called in, but we don’t have an ETA on them as yet,” said Richards.
“So do we have any idea on the number of rioters?” asked Gary.
“No. Our job is to contain the scenario and assist any officers still on the scene,” said Richards.
“Are we authorised to strike first?” asked Gary.
“No, we wall off the area and take it from there,” said Richards.
“Fucking great, so our guys get the shit kicked out of them, but we can’t return the favour?” asked Matt.
“Stop that shit, Matt, we have a job to do, we’re professionals. I expect all of you to be on top form and to obey the law and my command!” shouted Richards.
The next five minutes of the journey to the university were a mix of emotions. The adrenaline was fuelling all of the men, but the lack of information also worried them. In this age of communication and technology they were not used to going into a major disturbance and with such little info.
Looking out of the window of the van, they were just a few hundred yards from the scene now. A small number of people were running or staggering away with torn, blood stained clothes. Clearly this was not a peaceful protest.
Finally the van came to a halt at the small roundabout which led to the campus entrance and the eight men got out of the vehicle. Each was equipped from head to toe in their standard riot control equipment. They also carried translucent round shields and batons. Richards had the loudhailer in hand and looked out at the scene of horror.
A crowd of people were walking slowly towards them, many covered in blood. They weren’t carrying banners or shouting abuse, it was an eerie scene. None of the men other than the sergeant had experience of a riot, but all knew too well that this was no ordinary scene.
“This is the police, stop where you are!” shouted Richards down the
The people in the queue around the officers looked at Matt in outrage. They couldn’t say anything against the authorities without causing themselves difficulty. Gary felt ashamed to be in his friend’s presence at this time, but he knew there was nothing he could do or say to either calm the situation or change Matt. In all honesty, despite Gary not liking Matt’s verbal response, the opportunity of some action was an appealing one. The two men rushed out of the establishment to their car.
Gary leapt into the driving seat and put his foot to the floor. The small diesel engine was nothing special, but the officers had learned to ring every last drop of power from it. The front wheels squealed as they screamed out of the car park. Matt hit the lights and siren whilst Gary passed through every red light, fully enjoying doing so. Within minutes the men were at their station, eagerly running through the front doors. The station was a small one with just eight field officers on duty. They were greeted by their sergeant, Richards.
“Gary, Matt, get your gear on sharpish, you have five minutes,” said Richards.
The two men rushed to their lockers. Their riot gear was thrown in there untidily, they’d never had much use for it. Neither of them had worn riot kit since training and they quickly put it all on. It was the fastest the two men had done anything in their job, finally finding motivation when a few skulls needed beating. After just a few minutes the two men were fully kitted and ready to move. They had full riot protection on, helmets in hand. They followed the sergeant and other men to one of the vans and jumped in. The van raced off with the blue lights flashing.
“So what’s the deal Sarge?” asked Matt.
“All we know is that a riot has broken out at the university campus. The first officers on the scene came under attack and have not been in contact. We don’t know the reason for the riot or the current status.”
“So we’re going in blind?” asked Gary.
“Exactly, a number of other forces will be joining us there. Firearms units have been called in, but we don’t have an ETA on them as yet,” said Richards.
“So do we have any idea on the number of rioters?” asked Gary.
“No. Our job is to contain the scenario and assist any officers still on the scene,” said Richards.
“Are we authorised to strike first?” asked Gary.
“No, we wall off the area and take it from there,” said Richards.
“Fucking great, so our guys get the shit kicked out of them, but we can’t return the favour?” asked Matt.
“Stop that shit, Matt, we have a job to do, we’re professionals. I expect all of you to be on top form and to obey the law and my command!” shouted Richards.
The next five minutes of the journey to the university were a mix of emotions. The adrenaline was fuelling all of the men, but the lack of information also worried them. In this age of communication and technology they were not used to going into a major disturbance and with such little info.
Looking out of the window of the van, they were just a few hundred yards from the scene now. A small number of people were running or staggering away with torn, blood stained clothes. Clearly this was not a peaceful protest.
Finally the van came to a halt at the small roundabout which led to the campus entrance and the eight men got out of the vehicle. Each was equipped from head to toe in their standard riot control equipment. They also carried translucent round shields and batons. Richards had the loudhailer in hand and looked out at the scene of horror.
A crowd of people were walking slowly towards them, many covered in blood. They weren’t carrying banners or shouting abuse, it was an eerie scene. None of the men other than the sergeant had experience of a riot, but all knew too well that this was no ordinary scene.
“This is the police, stop where you are!” shouted Richards down the
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