The Fallout from Last Night

Zander shows up to the office one minute late. Kris who is usually always earlier then him is nowhere to be seen. Confused, he walks to the front and sees that her car is there. 'How in the fuckn a duck did she beat me here?' He walks back to their rig to get it ready to roll out. He's doing the pre walk when his name is called out. Looking out the double doors it's the one person in the world he didn't want to see so soon. The Boss. 'Fuck a duck. Now what? Can this day get any worse"?

"ZANDER, get over here, NOW!!!" If you could see steam coming out of a persons ears, that's exactly what is happening right now.

Walking over he sees Kris too. She's not to happy. Pissed to hell would be more like it.

"What in the seven FUCKING hells did you two do last night? I don't like getting a call from the police chief telling me that not one but two, yes, two of my people were involved in a bar fight. I know you used to be a Marine but that doesn't mean you need to go and beat the living piss out of someone. FUCK! And for the fucking love of GOD tell me you didn't wear your uniform in there OFF the clock! Do I..."

"Save your breath old man. No we didn't wear our uniforms. Some loser was trashing up the place so I stepped in and fucked him up so as to make him see the light." Looking down at his knuckles and flicking his fingers, "He might have some missing teeth and a busted nose. It's a lot better then what the bar tender was going to give him if you catch my meaning".

"Kris after today you're retired. Finish your shift out with this kid." Looking at Zander, "as for your actions you'll also finish out the shift today however you will be suspended and put on paid leave for 2 months or until the ADA and Internal affairs complete an investigation. Now if you question it I'll fire you right now." He turns and walks off MUTTERING "stupid hotshot... why did I ever make the promise to his dad... now I have to rewrite the schedules." SCREAMING "AHHHHHHH".

Kris jumps in the driver seat while Zander closes up the back and gets in the passenger seat. They both sit in silence while they head to their first mobile office site of the day. Zander looks back over at Kris and sees her in a different light. He doesn't know if he feels sad that he caused her early retirement or glad that his punishment wasn't worse. He pulls out his phone, flips it open and looks at it blankly. After a few seconds he closes it and pulls out the book from his bag. He just stares at it.

Kris finally brakes the silence. "What is that? I never knew you kept a dairy. It probably goes something like dear diary, today I wonder if Kris my partner, will show me her body and not pick on me so much. Then when you get home. I guess I'm wrong again. Hahaha".

"Nope. It's something that fell off the other day and I picked it up. Stupid thing won't even open".

"Sucks to be you. Thank you again last night for saving me".

"Medic 13. We have a staled car on a train track with an injury. Driver has fled the scene so police are combing the area for him. The passenger is the injured party. Proceed with caution".

"Medic 13 copies. Mark us in route please". Puts the mic down. "Well damn. So much for hoping for a quiet day".

As they pull up to the scene they are able to see that the cars driver side tire is blown. The car is a newer Mustang GT 500, yellow and black like Bumblebee, and at least 2 cop cars are present. The train track is definitely not in use right this minute; however, an officer is standing on either side about 100 yards down to stop any trains. Knowing that time is of the utmost importance, Kris uses the ambulance to move the car off the tracks. She then parks the ambulance 50 yards up further. They grab the gear and stretcher and proceed to the car. At the same time the cops return from the track and leave the scene to go look for the driver of the car. They are left alone at the scene.

Upon reaching the car they can see that on the passenger side door there's at least a dozen bullet holes with blood everywhere. On the driver side is the flat tire. Kris opens up the driver side door to better assess the passenger. Zander is looking under the car to make sure they have time to do their job right and it's not going to be a snatch and go.

Kris sees that the passenger is riddled with bullet holes. She proceeds to check for signs of life. After about 20 seconds decides to call it a DOA. She backs out of the car and stands up with her back to the street. "Medic 13 to dispatch, we have a DOA. The passenger in the car is a deceased female, of what can only be assumed to be Asian heritage from all the bullet holes in her body. No ID found upon initial inspection. Need a paddy wagon and CSI. Be advised we used the ambulance to move the car from the tracks".

As dispatch is talking back, Someone comes flying up on them, without waiting, opens fire. "BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG".

Kris turns around and a bullet rips right through her chest cavity sending her to the ground while the rest of the bullets go into the already dead passenger.

The car speeds off and Zander jumps up and over to her side. Once there, he rips her uniform off her chest and pulls out the piece in the wound. Taking a gauze pad and a sterile kit he starts stuffing the wound. She can only MOAN. He applies pressure to the wound and radios for help. "Medic 13 needs assistance. Paramedic Kris has been shot in the chest cavity. I've applied aid and need life flight. I repeat she's been shot".

"Dispatch to Medic 13 copies. Life flight in route. ETA 10 minutes. Over and out".

He throws his unit in anger. He grabs a morphine shot and stabs her in the chest with it. "You better not die on me"!

Coughing "fuck me asshole. That hurt." Looking down at herself she can see that she's topless. "Like what you see"?

Zander a little red faced "you survive and I will fuck you I promise. Also yes I do like what I see. No problem with saggy breasts to worry about".

"You jackass." More COUGHING. "You going to stare at them or are you going to touch them already." Takes a breath. "I swear you gamers have no idea what to do with a woman do you".

Still holding pressure on her wound he can hear footsteps behind him and sees her eyes go wide before a bullet rips through her brain, killing her. Turning around a bullet rips through his chest just centimeters from his heart. He only has about two minutes to live. His head lands on his partner's chest. He tries to put pressure on his own wound.

The gunman kicks him off her body so as to look him square in the face. He takes a picture of her dead body and sends it to his brother with the words 'is this her?' A few seconds later a text comes back with the words 'yes. Kill'.

He speaks "you fucked up my brother last night." He pulls the trigger again shooting him in the arm holding pressure. "You knocked out his teeth and broke his nose so bad that he had to have surgery to fix it. He told me that he was going on a hot date. She's not hot at all. Tell you what. I'll do to you what you did to my brother." He kicks Zander in the face, hard breaking his teeth.

Zander rolls on his side and spits out teeth. The gunman then kicks him in the stomach. Next he winds up a kick like he's punting a football and kicks him in the nose resulting in a loud KRACK. The force of that kick lands him face in his partner.

The gunman then takes his time and wipes off his shoe and walks up to Zander. He tosses the cloth in his face. "Clean up your face. I want you to see this clearly. Oh that right you can't move. Here let me wipe your face for you." He wipes his face roughly causing him more pain. He stands up, putting a round in the back of his head. Stratified, he walks off.

The world for Zander fades away as he lays on top of his partner. At the same time the necklace around his neck falls off and disappears.