ch10 The truth hurts. (Thoughts thoughts)

"So you're telling me this is true?" Policeofficer Grunningham asked the two handsome girls who stood before his desk. He was a man in his early fourtys, with short black hair that was already in a nice white-grey above his ears, but not on the top of his head.

"Yes!" They both said in unison. "He saved me from a bus full of murdering people!" The blonde one said.

Oh yeah sure and I'm superman. If something like that had happened somone would have told me.

"I was at a party when that guy came through some tunnel my family didn't know. My boyfriend wanted to get this guy and traced him into the basement he had come from.They fought and that guy came up again. And when he opened the door I saw these weirdos standing around him. After that he shut and barricaded the door with a couch and then I heard Josh scream! They killed him!" 'Brunette' , as Grunningham had named her in his thoughts, had put her hands angrily on the edge of his table and was shouting at him.

Yeah right girl. That movie could be one of my son's horror movies. Something like "Attack of the monster-spiders 3" or so.

"If you look at the video close enough you see that these are real people sitting there!"

"And dying there." 'Blondie' threw in while looking at him worriedly.

"Well ladies, im sorry but this 'movie' isn't and evidence in itself a-"

"Then look at the stupid note!" Man this brunette chick is furious. Note? which one? Oh, she means that piece of paper

He bent over his leaning position , took the small paper and read it through.

Battle-report Upperton? What kind of crap is that? And there is no 'paragraph 26' in marshal law!

"Ladies, evidence is like algebra. You need at least two knowns to get the left unknown. But this is not even one part of it."

I should copy that CD for my son. He always wants the newest horror-movies. And these spider-thingys really look awesome. I dind't know that computer-animation was that far already... His thoughts were interrupted by the brunette shouting at him. Again.

"Are you stupid? Don't you get that these are REAL PEOPLE?" Real-life-dummies, that's how they make it look so real!

"Lady" he truly tried to stay calm but this girl really overtested his patience. "Stay calm. Insulting officers wont get you anywhere, except into a one-day sobering cell."

The girl crossed her arms scowled her face and made a "hmmmppf" sound.

"And from who did you get this CD again anyway?"

Now Blondie spoke up: "From that guy on the video (she points at the stopped picture of the moment before the man standing in the floor was pulled out) who wears that leather-jacket. We... sorry I met him in that Bus and after that he left us and dropped the CD by accident."

AHA- by accident. Teens always come here and tell stupid stories only to laugh at us when we seek ghost who aren't there.

"By accident you say. And where did this person come up to you two for the first time?"

'Brunette' un-crossed her arms and spoke in a hardly controlled voice: "On my party."

"Through a secret passage in the basement?"

"Yes."

"And he got followed by strange people who murdered your boyfriend?"

"Yes." Bonnie couldn't think of that moment clearly but she fought to remember AND remain calm. Both sadness from the death of the guy she thought of as the hottest one ever and anger for this man's stupidity were nagging at her.

"And how come that there are no other witnesses?"

"He shot the stereo and everyone ran way. And then he let somone call the police. That's why I cant understand that you don't know about this!"

"Everyone ran away and he let someone, that means not him and not you, call the police. And then he...shot... the sound system."

"No he shot it with this thing he called "mp" before getting the cops called.

"Shortcut for Mashine-pistol. And how did that waepon look like? And who called the police if 'everyone' had run away?"

"ARRRGH HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW!" Bonnie shook her arms before her chest before crossing them again. She was truly enraged now. She had heard that policemen asked stupid questions but that was the top of it.

Ah I found their weak spot. She's finally shouting. If people shout they do it to mask their lies.

Blondie interrupted: "It was black, he held it with one hand at its grip unless he shot with it. Ummmm (she closed her eyes to remember the picture in her head which was mistaken as imagination by the police-chief) and it made a strange 'tatt' sound when it shot."

Oh great discription. That limits the range of weapons to barely a thousand. I know dozens of mp's who have that profile. Mac-10, Uzi, Tec-9, Mp5-k...

"And it was about the length of a rifle. But it was shorter when he put two straws back to into the gun."

"Which straws? And two?" He asked while making a confused face. Maybe it's a Mat-49? No too old.

"Ummmmmm... the straws led to his shoulder and ended at the grip. But when he got into the car after the bus-fight he had putten these somewhat back or behind or away. That meant that the gun was shorter because of that."

Hmmm a folding shaft. Maybe it's the galil? Or the smg-version of it. Or... no wait.

He slapped his forehead with his right hand while turning the small video device so the girls could see it the picture.

"Its that one right? An Mp5 navy-version. Often used in police-units." He pointed at the picture of the young man holding the said weapon.

Bonnie : "No that's not the one. It was...different. Just a different one." She was at the end of her patience.

"But it has a foldable shoulder-piece that can be put into the weapon."

Tara spoke against him. "Bonnie is right. It had two foldable...shoulder-pieces and it looked different. And it sounded different.

Oh yeah sure and I'm santa. IF that person would throw away one of ... no the best mp known to mankind he truly was insane. And by the way this whole story is so stupid, irrational and they even remember only the half of it. And I mean TWO folding-pieces?(He didn't know that these two were only the straws for the U-shaped shoulderpiece).Maybe I can get them away someway else...

"Miss." He turned the device again, folded it and switched it off: "You should return this item to the person it belongs to. I am sorry to tell you that this is not the police's task."

Tara, sniffing out that they had lost wanted to let him do at least one thing. "Could you please at least phone the other policestation of Middleton and ask for one: a teen-party at the rockwaller-estate with several dead persons and two: a bus crash with also many dead people?"

He made an angry face because of beeing remembered of the fact that they were only the reserve-station and were rarely told anything. "I could do that but-"

Tara remembered one, maybe important, fact that needed to be told. "And please ask if every, and I mean every victim has been killed by bullets in the head. Well not exactly everyone...more...ummmm oh that makes me look untrustable the people who are dead for a longer time then the rest. And ask for bitemarks at the victims that haven't been shot. That's it all, thanks for giving us your time."

Bonnie looked at her with an angry and confused look that said: "Why leave? He isn't convinced." But she was pulled by taras arm gripping at hers softly while the other arm wrapped around the CD-player..

When they were out of the office Bonnie asked: "What are you thinking we-"

But got interrupted: "He wouldn't have tought about it cause he thinks we just want to make fun of him. But now we have him curious about if we really were at the places we said and if what we said is true. And that will, hopefully, lead to that he's gonna think about the video again. And maybe he will do something against these people then."

"Wow..." Bonnie was surprised. "That's awesome! How did you-"

"Don't think that beeing nice doesn't mean that you've got tricks. And I've got plenty of tricks to manipulate people without hurting them.

"Oh... and I've got the bad ones then?"

"Let's just say that... sometimes argumentation is better than putting someone down or using your popularity."

"Oh. So you mean argumentation would have been better at this max guy too?"

"For sure." She finally gets it. Slowly, but she gets it.

While the girls were walking back to their car Police-chief Grunningham was already at the phone, impatiently waiting for someone to pick up. And after what seemed like an eternity, somone did.

"MPD Office."

"Hello this chief Grunningham. I need to-"

"Chief Grunningham?"

"Yes from MPD-reserve station." You stupid prick. Not even the police knows the police. No wonder gangs laugh at us.

"Oh, sorry." Yeah you better be sorry, dumbass.

"First: have there been strange happenings at partys, especially at the Rockwaller estate? Second has there been a bus crash? And third: Do any of the Victims show head-wounds caused by machine-pistol rounds and are there ANY bitemarks?"

"How come you know that? It happened only 15 and 23 minutes ago!" If you buttmunches would actually TELL us things...

"Not important you moron just send over the damned files. And do it now or Ill sue your ass at the internal's cause off hindering invstigation of multiple murders!"

"Okay relax I'll fax it over."

"Good." He hang up.

He waited impatiently at the faxer downstairs. His colleagues looked at him curiously since this was the first time ever that he was so impatient. Dammit I should have kept that video or at least a copy of it.

Also this was the first time that he let send so many papers at a time. "Never waste resources! Especially not paper!" Was what he always said. Everyone was irritated even more when they noticed that their chief, the example of a perfect officer was literrally feeding on these papers like some sort of reading-vampire who was short before starving. Then his son opened the double-winged entrance door and waved at his dad. Which was not unusual. No the policemen always tolerated and even appreciated it when he was around. Sometimes he even was allowed to participate in things that were ONLY for police-men, like firing guns at the range or the all-year police-only barbeque.

Everybody knew and liked him. He always helped everyone and at one time even got the missing clue at a crime-scene. That 16-year old longgrown boy was some sort of inofficial deputy and mascot for the MPD-reserve.

"Oh hi John. I see you finally got the "Zombie-madness-2000" game?" one of the overtired officers greeted the young fellow.

Zombie-madness-2000 it echoed through Grunninghams mind.

"Yeah so cool at first the dude said I'd be too young but then I told him that his license was overtime and that he wouldn't like my dad to know about that. And oh-so-fast he said I'd be mature enough for an exception. John never used his father's status and popularity. Except for special cases where people obeyed rules that were just dumb.

Zombie-madness...

"Hi dad! I finally got the game! It's so cool! You can only kill 'em by headies now and they truly BITE now! And they finally look just as rotten as they should 'cause of the new turbo-engine! SO the improvement from part two!"

Zombie...Zombie-madness...Headshots...Bitemarks...Faster-than-normal rotting people..."Who attack others..."

He looked up, the reports he had read just a moment ago said it out loud. Damn I should have believed those girls.

OH FUCK WE'RE SCREWED SO BAD!" Everyone (even his son) looked shocked at their chief. He never swore or shouted. Except something REALLY bad was happening. Like with that mass-murder in Upperton near that old warehouse two years ago.