Dirk tried his cell phone as he kicked the back tire of his car. Pain seared through his ankle, but he couldn't care less.
"Walker! I need some assistance." he said through his phone.
What is it this time, Dirk?
"All because of your 'digging-to-build-character' shit, my truck is stuck in a hole." he said angrily.
And what exactly does that have to do with me, Mr. Harrison? It surely is YOUR problem.
"What do you mean??" Dirk shouted. "If you want me to come, than I suggest that you haul your own ass over here and give me a ride."
I will send a counselor….but until then you'll just have to wait.
"How long?"
However long it should take. Good-bye Dirk.
And the phone line went dead.
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Officer Mansley zoomed down the road only to slam on his breaks shortly after. He looked through his rear-view mirror and saw a truck. The same truck that he had been chasing Dirk in. He narrowed his eyes as he un-clipped the holster that had safely held in his pistol. He kept his hand on it at all times as he got out of his own truck and slowly approached Dirk's.
Mansley heard shuffling noises in a disgrace manner, knowing immediately who it was and what he was doing. Dirk was obviously angry about something, which Mansley had no doubt it was because his truck was stuck in a hole.
Mansley shot his gun at the tire so Dirk would know he was there.
"Don't move!!" Mansley shouted, holding onto the gun tightly, his shoulders broad, as he continued to walk toward Dirk.
"We know you're there, we know who you are, and we know what you're doing. Come out where we can see you!" Mansley used one of his best techniques. To use the word 'we' a lot. It almost always makes the suspect a little spooked.
Dirk growled and laughed drunkenly, "Ohhh I'm not scared a you."
"Put your hands on your head." Mansley yelled.
Dirk obeyed and came out behind the shadow of the truck and climbed the hole. He slowly walked toward Mansley in defeat with his hands over his head.
Mansley walked toward him as they both met in the middle of the road. With one hand, Mansley held the gun to Dirk's neck, and held his hands with the other. Once he reached the truck, Mansley slammed him against it and started to cuff him.
"Tsk tsk tsk, not too smart for a cop." Dirk said, and flew his hands around, hitting Mansley right on the bottom of his chin, making his neck fly back. Right before Mansley fell to the ground, Dirk snatched his gun from his right hand. The hand-cuffs didn't clip all the way on Dirk's hands, so it hung lifeless from one of his wrists. Dirk cracked his neck twice as he turned it each way.
"You stupid idiot. You think you can arrest me by yourself. Pitiful, I really do feel sorry for you." Dirk said, shaking his head. He looked inside the gun for bullets.
"I hope you know what you're doing, Dirk... I just want to talk with you. Take it easy." Mansley said uneasily, holding his left hand up above him. But Dirk was in total control now.
"Hah! Nice try." Dirk cackled, and loaded the gun.
"No…No!" Mansley yelled.
"No…no." Dirk imitated in a high-pitched sing-song voice, holding his hands wimpily out from his side. He howled, "You know I'm going to kill you. Why the wait?"
"Because…because I.." Mansley thought hard and quickly, "Because I'm deserting the service. I was only looking for you so I could be your partner."
"Hmm…." Dirk thought sarcastically, "than why would you take the time to point a gun at my head…huh Mr. Know-It-All?" Then he pointed the gun at Mansley's torso, and pulled the trigger. Finally, with his unfinished business accomplished, he stepped into Officer Alex Mansley's truck, and sped off into the horizon.
"Walker! I need some assistance." he said through his phone.
What is it this time, Dirk?
"All because of your 'digging-to-build-character' shit, my truck is stuck in a hole." he said angrily.
And what exactly does that have to do with me, Mr. Harrison? It surely is YOUR problem.
"What do you mean??" Dirk shouted. "If you want me to come, than I suggest that you haul your own ass over here and give me a ride."
I will send a counselor….but until then you'll just have to wait.
"How long?"
However long it should take. Good-bye Dirk.
And the phone line went dead.
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Officer Mansley zoomed down the road only to slam on his breaks shortly after. He looked through his rear-view mirror and saw a truck. The same truck that he had been chasing Dirk in. He narrowed his eyes as he un-clipped the holster that had safely held in his pistol. He kept his hand on it at all times as he got out of his own truck and slowly approached Dirk's.
Mansley heard shuffling noises in a disgrace manner, knowing immediately who it was and what he was doing. Dirk was obviously angry about something, which Mansley had no doubt it was because his truck was stuck in a hole.
Mansley shot his gun at the tire so Dirk would know he was there.
"Don't move!!" Mansley shouted, holding onto the gun tightly, his shoulders broad, as he continued to walk toward Dirk.
"We know you're there, we know who you are, and we know what you're doing. Come out where we can see you!" Mansley used one of his best techniques. To use the word 'we' a lot. It almost always makes the suspect a little spooked.
Dirk growled and laughed drunkenly, "Ohhh I'm not scared a you."
"Put your hands on your head." Mansley yelled.
Dirk obeyed and came out behind the shadow of the truck and climbed the hole. He slowly walked toward Mansley in defeat with his hands over his head.
Mansley walked toward him as they both met in the middle of the road. With one hand, Mansley held the gun to Dirk's neck, and held his hands with the other. Once he reached the truck, Mansley slammed him against it and started to cuff him.
"Tsk tsk tsk, not too smart for a cop." Dirk said, and flew his hands around, hitting Mansley right on the bottom of his chin, making his neck fly back. Right before Mansley fell to the ground, Dirk snatched his gun from his right hand. The hand-cuffs didn't clip all the way on Dirk's hands, so it hung lifeless from one of his wrists. Dirk cracked his neck twice as he turned it each way.
"You stupid idiot. You think you can arrest me by yourself. Pitiful, I really do feel sorry for you." Dirk said, shaking his head. He looked inside the gun for bullets.
"I hope you know what you're doing, Dirk... I just want to talk with you. Take it easy." Mansley said uneasily, holding his left hand up above him. But Dirk was in total control now.
"Hah! Nice try." Dirk cackled, and loaded the gun.
"No…No!" Mansley yelled.
"No…no." Dirk imitated in a high-pitched sing-song voice, holding his hands wimpily out from his side. He howled, "You know I'm going to kill you. Why the wait?"
"Because…because I.." Mansley thought hard and quickly, "Because I'm deserting the service. I was only looking for you so I could be your partner."
"Hmm…." Dirk thought sarcastically, "than why would you take the time to point a gun at my head…huh Mr. Know-It-All?" Then he pointed the gun at Mansley's torso, and pulled the trigger. Finally, with his unfinished business accomplished, he stepped into Officer Alex Mansley's truck, and sped off into the horizon.