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There was no answer from the crowd who simply shambled on towards them, now two hundred yards away. Everything about this scene unsettled the men, but they stood their ground. A second police van raced on to the scene, seven men joining the group.
“What the fuck is going on?” asked Matt.
“I don’t know, Gary, take the loudhailer, see what you can do,” said Richards.
The sergeant ran to the second vehicle to make contact with the new officers.
“Chaps, I cannot tell you anything more about this than you already know and can see, please get in front of our van and bolster my men, I’m going to see if I can get some contact with despatch. I don’t know what’s going on here but it’s going to get bad,” said Richards.
The new coppers simply nodded and ran to join the other officers. They likely would have had a lot more questions had they seen the crowd bearing down on the first group. Richards jumped into the van they’d come in.
“Despatch, we have a situation here, please advise,” said Richards.
“Rioting has spread across the city, the station is under attack, we’ll not hold out for long,” said the despatch officer.
“Tina, is that you? What the fuck is going on?” shouted Richards.
“I honestly don’t know, people have gone crazy, they’ve broken through the doors! Good luck, Sir,” said the despatch officer.
“Tina? Tina!” shouted Richards.
There was no response. He jumped out of the vehicle and walked in front of his men. Gary was still shouting at the crowd in an attempt to make them stop.
“Our station is under attack by rioters like this. Only, I am not convinced these are rioters. This problem has spread across the city like wildfire. We’re now on our own. We can either stay and fight or try and help the staff left at our station.”
“Let’s get back to base, work out what the fuck is going on,” said Gary.
Richards looked at the sergeant of the other group.
“I suggest you attend to your own people,” said Richards.
“Agreed, good luck,” said the sergeant.
The two groups piled into their vehicles and were again on the move, just thirty yards away from the crowd that was bearing down on them. The tyres screeched as both vans rushed off.
“What the fuck is going on?” asked Matt.
“No idea, it’s like the city has gone mad, civilians are attacking and killing people. We no longer have any control,” said Richards.
“So, what, the country has suddenly gone to war with itself?” asked Gary.
“It would seem so. Communication lines have broken down, I’d heard of unusual isolated reports of attacks leading up to this afternoon, it’s likely related,” said Richards.
“What do we do?” said Gary.
“Let’s get back to the station and see what we can do to help,” said Richards.
“And what about the fuckers who want to hurt us?” said Matt.
“Don’t hit first, but respond if attacked,” said Richards.
Gary looked out of the window. Despite the van being pushed to beyond the speed limits, cars were passing them. Clearly nobody cared for the law anymore. They reached a roundabout, stopping to check if they could drive on. A saloon on the roundabout veered out of control whilst taking the bends too fast and clipped a white van, sending it tumbling into the police vehicle. The officers’ van was thrown onto its side. It was only fortunate that they had their helmets still on that saved Garry and Matt serious injury. Gary came to his senses a few minutes later. He looked around. Four of the eight officers had been killed outright by the van which had collided with the side of their vehicle at high speed. He could feel aches and pains running through his body. The sliding door to the van was open, facing up to the sky. Gary could see that Richards was stood on top of the vehicle getting access to the driver’s compartment. He looked around and could see Matt next to him, eyes shut but he wasn’t moving. He tapped his
There was no answer from the crowd who simply shambled on towards them, now two hundred yards away. Everything about this scene unsettled the men, but they stood their ground. A second police van raced on to the scene, seven men joining the group.
“What the fuck is going on?” asked Matt.
“I don’t know, Gary, take the loudhailer, see what you can do,” said Richards.
The sergeant ran to the second vehicle to make contact with the new officers.
“Chaps, I cannot tell you anything more about this than you already know and can see, please get in front of our van and bolster my men, I’m going to see if I can get some contact with despatch. I don’t know what’s going on here but it’s going to get bad,” said Richards.
The new coppers simply nodded and ran to join the other officers. They likely would have had a lot more questions had they seen the crowd bearing down on the first group. Richards jumped into the van they’d come in.
“Despatch, we have a situation here, please advise,” said Richards.
“Rioting has spread across the city, the station is under attack, we’ll not hold out for long,” said the despatch officer.
“Tina, is that you? What the fuck is going on?” shouted Richards.
“I honestly don’t know, people have gone crazy, they’ve broken through the doors! Good luck, Sir,” said the despatch officer.
“Tina? Tina!” shouted Richards.
There was no response. He jumped out of the vehicle and walked in front of his men. Gary was still shouting at the crowd in an attempt to make them stop.
“Our station is under attack by rioters like this. Only, I am not convinced these are rioters. This problem has spread across the city like wildfire. We’re now on our own. We can either stay and fight or try and help the staff left at our station.”
“Let’s get back to base, work out what the fuck is going on,” said Gary.
Richards looked at the sergeant of the other group.
“I suggest you attend to your own people,” said Richards.
“Agreed, good luck,” said the sergeant.
The two groups piled into their vehicles and were again on the move, just thirty yards away from the crowd that was bearing down on them. The tyres screeched as both vans rushed off.
“What the fuck is going on?” asked Matt.
“No idea, it’s like the city has gone mad, civilians are attacking and killing people. We no longer have any control,” said Richards.
“So, what, the country has suddenly gone to war with itself?” asked Gary.
“It would seem so. Communication lines have broken down, I’d heard of unusual isolated reports of attacks leading up to this afternoon, it’s likely related,” said Richards.
“What do we do?” said Gary.
“Let’s get back to the station and see what we can do to help,” said Richards.
“And what about the fuckers who want to hurt us?” said Matt.
“Don’t hit first, but respond if attacked,” said Richards.
Gary looked out of the window. Despite the van being pushed to beyond the speed limits, cars were passing them. Clearly nobody cared for the law anymore. They reached a roundabout, stopping to check if they could drive on. A saloon on the roundabout veered out of control whilst taking the bends too fast and clipped a white van, sending it tumbling into the police vehicle. The officers’ van was thrown onto its side. It was only fortunate that they had their helmets still on that saved Garry and Matt serious injury. Gary came to his senses a few minutes later. He looked around. Four of the eight officers had been killed outright by the van which had collided with the side of their vehicle at high speed. He could feel aches and pains running through his body. The sliding door to the van was open, facing up to the sky. Gary could see that Richards was stood on top of the vehicle getting access to the driver’s compartment. He looked around and could see Matt next to him, eyes shut but he wasn’t moving. He tapped his
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