Any medical or military procedure errors are entirely my own. Thanks to knoteach for the beta. Bouquets and brickbats as you wish…
Collison course by Roo
PART ONE
Detective Jim Ellison ran to the end of the alleyway and clawed his way up the chain link fence.
'Just like going over the assault course in basic training' his mind idly thought as he clambered over the top, down and jumped to the ground. He ran on, breathing hard, chasing the suspect across the open ground.
"Police! Give it up." he shouted knowing nothing would come of it but hoping that just for once it might work. God, Blair must really be getting to him…
The far side of the fence had a hole peeled back in it and the suspect ducked through darting to the right and out of Jim's line of sight. He reached the road and couldn't see the man or the partner's car. He listened and heard harsh breathing coming from an alleyway. He edged round the corner with his gun ready. "Police, come on out, give yourself up your partner's left you high and dry"
He scanned the area; traffic rumbled past him, no panicked driver that he could tell. Deflected for a moment- it was only at the last second that he heard the whistle of wood through the air. It was meant to hit the gun, but it missed and hit Jim in the shoulder instead. Arm numb, he dropped the gun. He kicked out at the robber, who stumbled and fell to the ground. Jim was on him before he had a chance to find the wood again. They rolled around both trying to get the upper hand. Jim was being overpowered by the smell of rotten food and trash from the trash bags that split open.
Suddenly a car turned into the alley from the other end, aiming straight for them, his buddy had turned up after all. Jim, however, could hear sirens heading his way at last. He pulled the guy off the ground to avoid being squashed. He only managed to get one hand cuff on the guy before the car reached them. His suspect managed to head butt Jim and made off after the car, finally nose-diving into the open window in the back.
'Unbelievable,' thought Jim as he pressed the back of his hand to his nose, as he looked for his gun on the ground before turning going to see what was going to happen next. The car turned out of the alley into the main road, only to find that it was blocked off by police cars. Jim came out of the alley and jogged up the road to apprehend the suspects.
"Come out of the car with your hands up," he ordered.
Nothing happened. Unusually the perps didn't seem to have any guns, made a nice change.
The car suddenly reversed towards Jim- he held his gun up.
"Stop or I'll shoot, stop and get out of the car!" It kept coming. He shot at the car.
The car, which had been leaking brake fluid and oil after its rough trip down the alley, broke hard and lost control, fishtailing wildly and clipping Jim as it spun.
With a surprised "oof," Jim went down. The car caught him on his left side tossing him several feet and causing him to impact further with a lamppost on the sidewalk. His face scraping the oily tarmac, he struggled to aim his gun at the car, but it slewed into a parked car and the uniforms immediately ran towards it.
He could hear the traffic 'copter overhead, the wail of sirens, the radios squawking. He could smell blood, brake oil, and the tarmac; all of it combining to make him feel sick. The pain in his head expanded, then there was no sound, he tried to sit up when all the lights went out.