oops it's short sorry

He slammed to the floor, the air driven out of his lungs. Pieces of the office's outer wall rained down around him, and the smoke and plaster dust was choking. He scrabbled at the desk, struggling to pull himself upright. Through the ringing in his ears, he could hear Bad Cop's frantic questions.

Benny staggered over to the gaping hole in the wall between Bad Cop's office and the rest of the station, and he looked out.

The blast had caved in the ceiling and reduced the desks to kindling. Computers were strewn about, shattered, twisted, melted. Burning scraps of paper slowly fluttered to the floor. The acrid stench of smoke grew stronger, and Benny pulled the collar of his shirt up over his nose, wishing he'd remembered to grab his helmet when they left the apartment.

What is going on? Bad Cop shouted.

"Bomb," Benny croaked, stumbling through the wreckage towards the holding cell.

A bomb?

There was a groan off to his left, and Benny ignored Bad Cop, instead making his way towards the sound. One of the officers lay on the floor, her arm pinned below a fallen piece of the ceiling. Benny recognized her and quickly sifted through his mental roster. "Amanda!" he said over the crackling flames, crouching down next to her to examine the I-beam pinning her down.

"Deputy Chu," she coughed. "You gotta go."

"We need to free you first," Benny said, contemplating the best way to lift the metal bar.

She shook her head, stopping him with her free hand. "Duplos here," she wheezed. "Headed for the holding cells."

Benny froze. "What?"

Then he heard Unikitty begin to scream in rage. He shot to his feet, then looked down at Amanda. She nodded. "I'll be fine f-for now."

Benny clenched his fists, planted his foot firmly on a piece of rubble, and pushed off, launching himself through the smoke towards the holding cell area. The wall had completely collapsed, and the bars of the cell that Good Cop had been in were twisted and mangled. There was blood spattered across the floor in a trail that led to Unikitty in their human form, pinned on their back to the floor by a length of rebar driven through their right shoulder and into the concrete. They were struggling to pull the metal bar free, completely scarlet with anger. The noise coming out of them had less to do with pain and more to do with unadulterated fury. Benny rushed over and knelt beside them, and recognition crossed their face.

"They took him," Unikitty snarled, giving the rebar another violent tug. "They took Good Cop."

Benny grabbed their wrist to stop them from making the wound worse and looked around. There was a hole in the far wall, leading into the alley outside, and no sign of Good Cop.

Unikitty was beginning to come back to themself, and their wrath gave way to pained keening. "I'm sorry," she wailed, the scarlet fading to a muted pink. "I tried to stop them, but they took me by surprise!"

"Shh, it's okay," Benny murmured, stroking their hair. "Just relax, and I'll get you out of here, alright?"

Unikitty whimpered, eyes watering as they nodded. Sirens wailed outside, and within moments the wrecked station was flooded with firefighters and EMTs. Benny found himself being manhandled away, his attention torn between his desire to not be separated from Unikitty, Bad Cop's frantic questioning, and the shouting of the people all around him. Everything became a blur, and he found himself sitting in the back of an ambulance, and shock blanket draped around his shoulders as he answered an EMT's questions. Then he was in the hospital, sitting beside Unikitty's bed as they drowsed fitfully, Bad Cop fuming in the back of his head.

Good Cop had been abducted by the Duplos. To what end, neither he nor Bad Cop could be sure. And he'd been right under their noses. In the station, which was supposed to be the safest place in the city. They hadn't done their jobs right, and now Good Cop was paying the price. Unikitty, too.

Benny clenched his hands in his lap, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

Unikitty groaned, shifting uncomfortably, and Benny's expression hardened. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his cell phone (an old, out-of-date piece of junk), and dialed a number.

After a few rings, a groggy voice answered, "Hello?"

"Jenkins," Benny said. "Sorry about this, but I'm gonna need you to come to the hospital as fast as you can. And pick up Emmet on your way."