Liberty Cop
Chapter 1
The night air was cool and crisp and John could almost see his breath as he suited himself up. Around him were sirens and over a megaphone he could hear chief of police Daniel Richards. "Come out with your hands up or we will be forced to take action." John put on his heavy Kevlar vest then slipped his LCPD swat jacket over the vest and put on his thick plastic police helmet.
"Hey John here's your weapon!" John turned around and without a word took the army issue M-16 from Bill May who was also part of the swat team. Chief Daniel Richards walked over to explain the situation to the five men. "All right you guys there's a drug deal going on in there and we've got the place surrounded. Get in there and only kill if you have to. Now get going!"
The five members of the swat team hurried past the police cars carrying their heavy weapons. Four of the men lined up against the wall of the warehouse while the fifth Bill May charged at the door. Bill kicked it down, his boots clambering against the metal door. Just as it fell a barrage of bullets flew out each one hitting with deadly accuracy and piercing straight through Bill's protective armor. John stared wide-eyed as Bill hit the ground dead.
The two swat team members closest to the door each took out gas canister popped the tops of them and in unison threw the cans inside. As white smoke filled the warehouse the gang members dressed in hooded sweatshirts and blue jeans cursed and coughed and some fell to the floor chocking.
John stared at his dead friend and became hot with anger. He had known this man since their days in the Vice City police academy and they had both been transferred to Liberty on the same day. A voice interrupted John's thoughts, "All right team lets move in!" Each man easily slipped on his gas mask and quickly moved inside the building. They each took cover behind crates and barrels and readied themselves. As the white smoke cleared bullets started flying at the swat team.
John angrily aimed and with great accuracy spotted a criminal and fired his weapon. After one went down he would look for another. The criminals yelled in pain as they were shot down one by one. Blood sprayed from their bodies and they would fall to the floor their bodies torn up by bullets.
Finally the chaos stopped. Every member of the swat team survived and only one of them suffered a minor shot to the shoulder. Most of the gang members lie on the floor dead and surrounded by pools of crimson red blood. Others were merely injured. John ran outside to inform the cops and paramedics that it was over and the coast was clear for entry.
As paramedics rushed in and out of the building and forensic teams confiscated the cocaine John walked to the body of his dead friend. He dropped his helmet and looked at the body as it was zipped up in a body bag. "Wait." John said to the man taking the body. The man stopped and John reached down and picked up Bill's police badge. "All right you can go." The man nodded and carried the body bag to the ambulance car.
John looked at the badge and wiped the blood from it. The gold color shined in the moonlight and he looked at Bill's police badge number. "Go ahead and keep it." The chief said he startled John. "To remember him by." John looked at the chief then simply nodded.
The night air was cool and crisp and John could almost see his breath as he suited himself up. Around him were sirens and over a megaphone he could hear chief of police Daniel Richards. "Come out with your hands up or we will be forced to take action." John put on his heavy Kevlar vest then slipped his LCPD swat jacket over the vest and put on his thick plastic police helmet.
"Hey John here's your weapon!" John turned around and without a word took the army issue M-16 from Bill May who was also part of the swat team. Chief Daniel Richards walked over to explain the situation to the five men. "All right you guys there's a drug deal going on in there and we've got the place surrounded. Get in there and only kill if you have to. Now get going!"
The five members of the swat team hurried past the police cars carrying their heavy weapons. Four of the men lined up against the wall of the warehouse while the fifth Bill May charged at the door. Bill kicked it down, his boots clambering against the metal door. Just as it fell a barrage of bullets flew out each one hitting with deadly accuracy and piercing straight through Bill's protective armor. John stared wide-eyed as Bill hit the ground dead.
The two swat team members closest to the door each took out gas canister popped the tops of them and in unison threw the cans inside. As white smoke filled the warehouse the gang members dressed in hooded sweatshirts and blue jeans cursed and coughed and some fell to the floor chocking.
John stared at his dead friend and became hot with anger. He had known this man since their days in the Vice City police academy and they had both been transferred to Liberty on the same day. A voice interrupted John's thoughts, "All right team lets move in!" Each man easily slipped on his gas mask and quickly moved inside the building. They each took cover behind crates and barrels and readied themselves. As the white smoke cleared bullets started flying at the swat team.
John angrily aimed and with great accuracy spotted a criminal and fired his weapon. After one went down he would look for another. The criminals yelled in pain as they were shot down one by one. Blood sprayed from their bodies and they would fall to the floor their bodies torn up by bullets.
Finally the chaos stopped. Every member of the swat team survived and only one of them suffered a minor shot to the shoulder. Most of the gang members lie on the floor dead and surrounded by pools of crimson red blood. Others were merely injured. John ran outside to inform the cops and paramedics that it was over and the coast was clear for entry.
As paramedics rushed in and out of the building and forensic teams confiscated the cocaine John walked to the body of his dead friend. He dropped his helmet and looked at the body as it was zipped up in a body bag. "Wait." John said to the man taking the body. The man stopped and John reached down and picked up Bill's police badge. "All right you can go." The man nodded and carried the body bag to the ambulance car.
John looked at the badge and wiped the blood from it. The gold color shined in the moonlight and he looked at Bill's police badge number. "Go ahead and keep it." The chief said he startled John. "To remember him by." John looked at the chief then simply nodded.