Crazy Things Happen In A Sane City
Lauren might have gotten to the office only there was a distress signal coming in through her police radio, “calling all units, calling all units, shooting reported downtown, city hall steps, people down, people down, I repeat casualties,” “…people down, shots are being fired, use extreme caution while approaching the scene.” Lauren did not hesitate to approach the accelerator of her brand new Ford Mustang, a hefty 450 pounds of horse power, that is more than one horse, two horses, or three horses, Lauren pressed on the gas and floored her way to the shootout, and once there slammed her car into a circling halt.
The screeching Ford came to a screaming halt, and the pavement lay there as if nothing were happening, our Lauren got out of her car in a dashing move that presupposed importance, urgency, a need to get to the scene of the crime, and fortunately she was wearing pants, which made it easy for her to avoid any embarrassment that would have been produced by a dress moving out of her menacing way.
Revolver in full view, don’t know much about guns myself, kind of afraid of anything that has to do with weapons, so I don’t know what type or make it is, for sure it shoots lead particles through the air after some kind of repressed tunnel conducted explosion, it is silver, white handle, semiautomatic I presume, cops shouldn’t have to reload, they don’t in the movies; her hands firmly holding the weapon sometimes pointing at the sky sometimes pointing at the ground, always pointing away from her, she is looking, rushing, searching, looking rushing, that sort of thing, we are close behind her, sometimes in front of her, sometimes beside her, she looks dashing, sexy sort of, determined, yes; but still nothing pops up until a crossing corner defunct of meaning rushes in front of her the dying body of an innocent bystander, soon dead by any measure. She diagnosis him with her eyes, doesn’t squeamish, doesn’t drop a sentiment, pulls her gun up high and throws herself into the ground in front, rolling fast enough to be a moving target, when before her she sees the Major, the Major of this fine city, her bosses boss, he has a machinegun, one of those fancy things from Israel, the Usi, apparently sampling blood all over the place, he kills two and three people, one would think by accident, hard to tell, seems intended, but at the same time the machinegun seems bigger and more demanding than him, and Lauren pauses her overwhelming shining barrel in his direction, clearly at her bosses boss, “Sir, you must put that weapon down or I will shoot!” The Major halts for a second looks at her, doesn’t really recognize her but he is used to being known by unknowns, and attempts to aim the weapon towards Lauren’s pacing eyes, “Sir, I am warning you, put the weapon down, now!” The Major decides that such a move is not in his best interest, and so he pulls the trigger, a few hundred times, only the thing is empty, empty, nice gun fires fast but empties fast too, Lauren doesn’t hesitate nor wait for that empty metal hammering without a spark, she unleashes two, three, four and five maximum deadly bullets, all daggering in the Major’s direction, upon which he seemed very surprised to receive. His eyes swollen bright, he was caught by each with Lauren accuracy, and his tie, and his suit, and his moustache, and his flesh, caught all the flaming torches, which wobbled him into the schematic floor.
Lauren, from the urgency of the moment had held the gun to close to her head, and suffered a concussion from the shock, and would have the pleasure of hearing a ring in her ear, every now and then for the rest of her life. For now, she rested on the floor, in shock, while her peers attempted to recover her thinking that she might be wounded, even as she had only a mild shock.
Ogle, is ogling his dead boss, we are not sure if he realizes that now he can’t fire him, they never got along anyway, it was a rough going relationship, Majors have a constituency and police captains have criminals, both are captives of a different kind, obviously both men were bound to misconstrue each others activities. The Major always wanted to fire Captain Ogle and Ogle always wanted to resign. Now, thanks to Lauren, his favorite detective the Major was dead. Only from the look in Ogle’s eyes he wasn’t happy, he did not seem to be cherishing the moment, rather, he walked back towards Lauren, that was now fairly awake, looking towards her up and coming captain, who was now walking towards her with his charcoal revolver in his hand, seeming to not care where it aimed. “Lauren, Lauren, this is it you shit! You have finally ruined me, that is what you wanted to do,” Lauren’s eyes are still trying to focus reality, her hand feeling her pained head, “Huh! Huh” “Lauren, this is what you have always wanted to discredit me, to ruin my career, you have done it now.” Captain Ogle rinses his forehead with his arm, “fine Lauren, this is just fine, BOOK ‘ER, BOOK’ER for killing the major” And with that a very frustrated captain walked away.
“Ogle are you out of your fucking mind, Lauren was seeing taking defensive action against the Major that was attempting to waste her.” “Oh fuck you Cook, you have always had a crush on her, you just want to save her, to be her rescuing prince wonder, you asshole, she shot the Major, if I don’t take immediate action then my ass is on fire!” “Listen to me Ogle, listen to me,” pointing his finger straight into Ogle’s forehead, “you put her in jail and everyone will know you’re a coward, she was defending herself for god’s sake, defending herself!” “Cook, in case you didn’t notice his Usi was empty! Empty!” “Yeah it was empty alright, after six people were dead and four were injured, it was completely empty! A man fell dead in front of her what was she to do Ogle! Was she to think that it was empty!” Ogle preferred to ignore the district attorney’s worthy points, instead he said, “She stays put.”
Lauren was immediately taken off of custody, after minor screening she was released by order of Mr. Cook, district attorney. At least twenty-three witnesses testified that the Major had gone on a shooting spree, that Lauren had come on the scene, that he had attempted to kill her, and she had put a stop to that venture.
The next morning the papers headlined: “Major Dead, Killed by Cop”
The screeching Ford came to a screaming halt, and the pavement lay there as if nothing were happening, our Lauren got out of her car in a dashing move that presupposed importance, urgency, a need to get to the scene of the crime, and fortunately she was wearing pants, which made it easy for her to avoid any embarrassment that would have been produced by a dress moving out of her menacing way.
Revolver in full view, don’t know much about guns myself, kind of afraid of anything that has to do with weapons, so I don’t know what type or make it is, for sure it shoots lead particles through the air after some kind of repressed tunnel conducted explosion, it is silver, white handle, semiautomatic I presume, cops shouldn’t have to reload, they don’t in the movies; her hands firmly holding the weapon sometimes pointing at the sky sometimes pointing at the ground, always pointing away from her, she is looking, rushing, searching, looking rushing, that sort of thing, we are close behind her, sometimes in front of her, sometimes beside her, she looks dashing, sexy sort of, determined, yes; but still nothing pops up until a crossing corner defunct of meaning rushes in front of her the dying body of an innocent bystander, soon dead by any measure. She diagnosis him with her eyes, doesn’t squeamish, doesn’t drop a sentiment, pulls her gun up high and throws herself into the ground in front, rolling fast enough to be a moving target, when before her she sees the Major, the Major of this fine city, her bosses boss, he has a machinegun, one of those fancy things from Israel, the Usi, apparently sampling blood all over the place, he kills two and three people, one would think by accident, hard to tell, seems intended, but at the same time the machinegun seems bigger and more demanding than him, and Lauren pauses her overwhelming shining barrel in his direction, clearly at her bosses boss, “Sir, you must put that weapon down or I will shoot!” The Major halts for a second looks at her, doesn’t really recognize her but he is used to being known by unknowns, and attempts to aim the weapon towards Lauren’s pacing eyes, “Sir, I am warning you, put the weapon down, now!” The Major decides that such a move is not in his best interest, and so he pulls the trigger, a few hundred times, only the thing is empty, empty, nice gun fires fast but empties fast too, Lauren doesn’t hesitate nor wait for that empty metal hammering without a spark, she unleashes two, three, four and five maximum deadly bullets, all daggering in the Major’s direction, upon which he seemed very surprised to receive. His eyes swollen bright, he was caught by each with Lauren accuracy, and his tie, and his suit, and his moustache, and his flesh, caught all the flaming torches, which wobbled him into the schematic floor.
Lauren, from the urgency of the moment had held the gun to close to her head, and suffered a concussion from the shock, and would have the pleasure of hearing a ring in her ear, every now and then for the rest of her life. For now, she rested on the floor, in shock, while her peers attempted to recover her thinking that she might be wounded, even as she had only a mild shock.
Ogle, is ogling his dead boss, we are not sure if he realizes that now he can’t fire him, they never got along anyway, it was a rough going relationship, Majors have a constituency and police captains have criminals, both are captives of a different kind, obviously both men were bound to misconstrue each others activities. The Major always wanted to fire Captain Ogle and Ogle always wanted to resign. Now, thanks to Lauren, his favorite detective the Major was dead. Only from the look in Ogle’s eyes he wasn’t happy, he did not seem to be cherishing the moment, rather, he walked back towards Lauren, that was now fairly awake, looking towards her up and coming captain, who was now walking towards her with his charcoal revolver in his hand, seeming to not care where it aimed. “Lauren, Lauren, this is it you shit! You have finally ruined me, that is what you wanted to do,” Lauren’s eyes are still trying to focus reality, her hand feeling her pained head, “Huh! Huh” “Lauren, this is what you have always wanted to discredit me, to ruin my career, you have done it now.” Captain Ogle rinses his forehead with his arm, “fine Lauren, this is just fine, BOOK ‘ER, BOOK’ER for killing the major” And with that a very frustrated captain walked away.
“Ogle are you out of your fucking mind, Lauren was seeing taking defensive action against the Major that was attempting to waste her.” “Oh fuck you Cook, you have always had a crush on her, you just want to save her, to be her rescuing prince wonder, you asshole, she shot the Major, if I don’t take immediate action then my ass is on fire!” “Listen to me Ogle, listen to me,” pointing his finger straight into Ogle’s forehead, “you put her in jail and everyone will know you’re a coward, she was defending herself for god’s sake, defending herself!” “Cook, in case you didn’t notice his Usi was empty! Empty!” “Yeah it was empty alright, after six people were dead and four were injured, it was completely empty! A man fell dead in front of her what was she to do Ogle! Was she to think that it was empty!” Ogle preferred to ignore the district attorney’s worthy points, instead he said, “She stays put.”
Lauren was immediately taken off of custody, after minor screening she was released by order of Mr. Cook, district attorney. At least twenty-three witnesses testified that the Major had gone on a shooting spree, that Lauren had come on the scene, that he had attempted to kill her, and she had put a stop to that venture.
The next morning the papers headlined: “Major Dead, Killed by Cop”
posted by Ricardo Correa at
8/31/2006 05:56:00 PM
