Chapter 5
"55-David to central 10-13, 10-13, we've got shots fired 99th and Broadway. Request a bus to this location forthwith." Bosco screamed into his radio. He took off down the alleyway after the perp.
A young Latino woman lied prone on the ground, a red flower blossoming on her chest. Faith kneeled down and grabbed her hand. "Help will be here soon, just hold on," Faith pleaded. "Bosco!"
Her partner was nowhere in sight. Dammit, she thought. Where was he? She grabbed her radio. "Bosco, come in. Where the hell are you?" Suddenly she heard sirens and looked up to see 55-Charlie pulling in with EMS close behind.
"Yokas, you alright?" Ty yelled.
Without answering, Faith took off down the alleyway after her partner. Suddenly her radio came to life. "Yokas, I'm in the second building to the east, fourth floor. Suspect is in one of the apartments," Bosco reported. She ran faster to catch up with him. Once inside, she found Bosco crouching in the doorway.
"I think he's behind door number 406," he whispered as Faith came into listening range. Silently they each took up positions beside the door.
"On my count," Bosco mouthed. "One, two.THREE!"
He kicked in the door and came face to face with a lethal cloud. Suddenly he felt an overwhelming burning sensation, as his eyes teared and his throat constricted. He heard Faith screaming at someone to get down and a barrage of Spanish as he slumped to the floor hacking uncontrollably.
"10-13, my partner is down! Suspect went out the window, street side," she yelled into her radio. "Get down and don't move!" she screamed at what she assumed was the girlfriend or wife.
Bosco was on his knees coughing up a storm and tearing at his eyes. "Bosco, it's okay, it's okay. Help will be here in second, it'll pass," Faith said frantically.
Doc and Carlos ran in behind a number of officers. Doc held Bosco still as Carlos flushed out his eyes with a saline solution.
"How you feelin' Bosco?" Doc asked.
"It's.it's getting better," he gasped. After awhile he was able to pry his eyes open and instantly made contact with Faith's worried ones.
"Can you see?" she asked.
Bosco was paralyzed as he felt himself getting lost in that sea of blue. As crazy as it was, he felt a strange feeling of gratefulness for the attack. Anything that evoked such caring from Faith was worth it in his book.
"Hey, man," Carlos said, shaking his shoulder, "are you blind or something? What are you staring at? We need to get you to the hospital."
"Okay, I'm good, I'm good," he assured them as they helped him up and lead him through the door.
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"55-David to central 10-13, 10-13, we've got shots fired 99th and Broadway. Request a bus to this location forthwith." Bosco screamed into his radio. He took off down the alleyway after the perp.
A young Latino woman lied prone on the ground, a red flower blossoming on her chest. Faith kneeled down and grabbed her hand. "Help will be here soon, just hold on," Faith pleaded. "Bosco!"
Her partner was nowhere in sight. Dammit, she thought. Where was he? She grabbed her radio. "Bosco, come in. Where the hell are you?" Suddenly she heard sirens and looked up to see 55-Charlie pulling in with EMS close behind.
"Yokas, you alright?" Ty yelled.
Without answering, Faith took off down the alleyway after her partner. Suddenly her radio came to life. "Yokas, I'm in the second building to the east, fourth floor. Suspect is in one of the apartments," Bosco reported. She ran faster to catch up with him. Once inside, she found Bosco crouching in the doorway.
"I think he's behind door number 406," he whispered as Faith came into listening range. Silently they each took up positions beside the door.
"On my count," Bosco mouthed. "One, two.THREE!"
He kicked in the door and came face to face with a lethal cloud. Suddenly he felt an overwhelming burning sensation, as his eyes teared and his throat constricted. He heard Faith screaming at someone to get down and a barrage of Spanish as he slumped to the floor hacking uncontrollably.
"10-13, my partner is down! Suspect went out the window, street side," she yelled into her radio. "Get down and don't move!" she screamed at what she assumed was the girlfriend or wife.
Bosco was on his knees coughing up a storm and tearing at his eyes. "Bosco, it's okay, it's okay. Help will be here in second, it'll pass," Faith said frantically.
Doc and Carlos ran in behind a number of officers. Doc held Bosco still as Carlos flushed out his eyes with a saline solution.
"How you feelin' Bosco?" Doc asked.
"It's.it's getting better," he gasped. After awhile he was able to pry his eyes open and instantly made contact with Faith's worried ones.
"Can you see?" she asked.
Bosco was paralyzed as he felt himself getting lost in that sea of blue. As crazy as it was, he felt a strange feeling of gratefulness for the attack. Anything that evoked such caring from Faith was worth it in his book.
"Hey, man," Carlos said, shaking his shoulder, "are you blind or something? What are you staring at? We need to get you to the hospital."
"Okay, I'm good, I'm good," he assured them as they helped him up and lead him through the door.
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