day off in circumstances like this, but on this day of all days, it’s highly unlikely any police man or woman would take any time off. The city of New York is under a constant terrorist attack and it’s going to take the whole damn county to put a stop to it.
Ricky looks at Jesse with sympathetic eyes.
‘I’m sure it’s going to be okay,’ he says patting his partner on the shoulder.
‘I hope so. I just didn’t think anything like this could ever happen. I mean how the hell can people be self-combusting? And why is it that only certain people are self-combusting? Why aren’t we dead yet?’
‘God must have a plan for us Jesse,’ says Ricky
Throughout the years, Jesse has always respected his partner’s religious beliefs but today his patience for such comments is wearing thin.
‘So he has a plan for us but not for the thousands of New Yorkers who have died today?’ asks Jesse
‘You know what I mean man, we just need to be grateful that we are alive and we have a chance to put an end to this’
Jesse shakes his head
‘What if this isn’t a terrorist attack? What if it’s something else? What if it’s aliens or something?’
Ricky laughs
‘Aliens? There’s no such thing!’
‘Well it may seem absurd to you, but how else do you explain a weapon that can make people explode? Doesn’t really sound like anything in our capability, let alone any of our enemies’
‘So if it is aliens Jesse, how do you explain the mass shooting down 48 th ?’
Jesse nods his head.
‘Good question. Why do you think I’m reading case files? I’m trying to figure this shit out!’
Ricky stretches his arms out, looking as if he hasn’t slept in over four days. The bags under his eyes are big enough to put a week’s grocery shopping in them.
‘You want some coffee?’ asks Ricky, who’s still stretching
‘Nah, I’m going to see what I can get on the day’s events through the FBI database’
‘Good luck, I’m pretty sure you need to be in the FBI to access that information,’ says Ricky walking off to get a coffee.
‘I have my ways,’ says Jesse to himself.
Twenty
Miss Harriet walks into the Marina styled office she has found herself in so many times these past couple of days. She walks in holding a field report that she knows will most likely push Mr Conway over the edge, not that he hasn’t gone over the edge at all, because that statement would be a lie. Mr Conway is known for overreacting, that’s why he is the man everyone fears. If the US knew who was attacking them, they would fear Mr Conway even more than any of his colleagues, he’s a man with no remorse, a man that wouldn’t think twice about inflicting damage and despair on someone. Mr Conway is the model serial killer , just more organized than the usual serial killer crowd . He has a lot more resources available to him than most killers. He has an army of highly trained militia who are ready to die for the supreme commander . The only thing that Mr Conway lacks, other than good looks and manners, is patience and understanding. Everything else he lacks, he makes up through vicious decisions that only a man of his self being could make.
‘I judge by that stupid look on your face that you’re about to give me some more bad news?’ says Mr Conway from behind his desk, biting his nails furiously.
Miss Harriet stops dead in front of the desk of her boss and slams the folder down. The actions of Mrs Harriet surprise her boss.
‘What’s up with you?’ asks Mr Conway
‘I’m just fed up of being blamed for this campaigns shorts comings,’ she says.
The shock on Mr Conway’s broad face is evident as his anger washes all over his cheeks, making his skin red with angry pigmentation.
‘You are not being blamed for anything other than YOUR SHORT COMINGS ,’ he says
‘Well I hardly think you not being able to secure the capture and death of two underground rebel camps is anything to do with me,’ Miss Harriet says calmly
Mr
Ricky looks at Jesse with sympathetic eyes.
‘I’m sure it’s going to be okay,’ he says patting his partner on the shoulder.
‘I hope so. I just didn’t think anything like this could ever happen. I mean how the hell can people be self-combusting? And why is it that only certain people are self-combusting? Why aren’t we dead yet?’
‘God must have a plan for us Jesse,’ says Ricky
Throughout the years, Jesse has always respected his partner’s religious beliefs but today his patience for such comments is wearing thin.
‘So he has a plan for us but not for the thousands of New Yorkers who have died today?’ asks Jesse
‘You know what I mean man, we just need to be grateful that we are alive and we have a chance to put an end to this’
Jesse shakes his head
‘What if this isn’t a terrorist attack? What if it’s something else? What if it’s aliens or something?’
Ricky laughs
‘Aliens? There’s no such thing!’
‘Well it may seem absurd to you, but how else do you explain a weapon that can make people explode? Doesn’t really sound like anything in our capability, let alone any of our enemies’
‘So if it is aliens Jesse, how do you explain the mass shooting down 48 th ?’
Jesse nods his head.
‘Good question. Why do you think I’m reading case files? I’m trying to figure this shit out!’
Ricky stretches his arms out, looking as if he hasn’t slept in over four days. The bags under his eyes are big enough to put a week’s grocery shopping in them.
‘You want some coffee?’ asks Ricky, who’s still stretching
‘Nah, I’m going to see what I can get on the day’s events through the FBI database’
‘Good luck, I’m pretty sure you need to be in the FBI to access that information,’ says Ricky walking off to get a coffee.
‘I have my ways,’ says Jesse to himself.
Twenty
Miss Harriet walks into the Marina styled office she has found herself in so many times these past couple of days. She walks in holding a field report that she knows will most likely push Mr Conway over the edge, not that he hasn’t gone over the edge at all, because that statement would be a lie. Mr Conway is known for overreacting, that’s why he is the man everyone fears. If the US knew who was attacking them, they would fear Mr Conway even more than any of his colleagues, he’s a man with no remorse, a man that wouldn’t think twice about inflicting damage and despair on someone. Mr Conway is the model serial killer , just more organized than the usual serial killer crowd . He has a lot more resources available to him than most killers. He has an army of highly trained militia who are ready to die for the supreme commander . The only thing that Mr Conway lacks, other than good looks and manners, is patience and understanding. Everything else he lacks, he makes up through vicious decisions that only a man of his self being could make.
‘I judge by that stupid look on your face that you’re about to give me some more bad news?’ says Mr Conway from behind his desk, biting his nails furiously.
Miss Harriet stops dead in front of the desk of her boss and slams the folder down. The actions of Mrs Harriet surprise her boss.
‘What’s up with you?’ asks Mr Conway
‘I’m just fed up of being blamed for this campaigns shorts comings,’ she says.
The shock on Mr Conway’s broad face is evident as his anger washes all over his cheeks, making his skin red with angry pigmentation.
‘You are not being blamed for anything other than YOUR SHORT COMINGS ,’ he says
‘Well I hardly think you not being able to secure the capture and death of two underground rebel camps is anything to do with me,’ Miss Harriet says calmly
Mr
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