Chapter Two: Adam 9 And A Car To Back

Chapter Two: Adam 9 And A Car To Back

A Chapter by Cherrie Palmer

 


It was 23 hundred too early in the shift for any real trauma, but a typical Full Moon Friday. Add in the fact it was only 18 degrees, raining and lightening with a rhythmic predictability and you have the stage set for a class ‘A’ cluster.


 


The brothers never were assigned to the same shift. However, from time to time, their work over lapped. Bill/(who’s alpha designator is Adam 9  was en-route to a 10-58 Silent Alarm. No big deal tonight the weather alone had alarms going off all over town.


 


Central Dispatch: "Adam 9 and a car to back I have a 10-58 at 1-0-0-2 north Main Street location shows the Radio Shack. Adam 9"


 


Bill responded as always "Adam 9 go ahead"


 


Central Dispatch: "Adam 9 and a car to back north side perimeter was tripped in secondary motion zone."


 


Howard always faithful to his brother "Adam 10 show me backing"


 


Central Dispatch: "10-4 showing Adam 9 & Adam 10 en-route, 23-0-1 hours"


 


Bill: "Adam 10 switch to C (C is the talk around channel on the police radio)


 


Bill: "Bubba, I see you’re staying over on my shift for some real police work, good for you"


 


Howard: "No, it’s good for you, Take notes if ya gotta, cause I’m on a roll tonight!"


 


Bill: "Show Adam 9 & Adam 10 on scene"


 


Central Dispatch: "10-4, 23-11 hours"


 


Bill: "Adam 10 back to C.”


 


Howard: "go ahead"


 


Bill: "Back motion lights are out"


 


Howard: "I see it. Two clicks on the hand held for go ahead one for hold”


 


Bill: "As always"


 


Bill steps out of the squad car, looking through every drop of rain. Back door is a jarred. Gun to hand, one click on the hand held radio. Howard’s mind is racing easing up to the northeast corner waiting for the go ahead he’s halfway kneeling trying to see as far around that corner as possible.


 


The double clink rings out. Howard turns the corner. Bill gives the sign and they began to clear each room. They cut the pie like clockwork till they each take a hallway.


 


Bill inches through the door way when he sees the outline of black on black funny but even in the dead of night you can see a man’s silhouette if so trained. Palm to apple (just like boot camp, Adams Apple, always your first, best choice). Suspect was down and zip tied with only a thump to break the sound of the rain.


 


Still on both knees he slow opened a closet door. Why he can't say he just felt a presence there. Screaming back in the darkness of the night, teeth. Fanged and quivering through a deep low growl. Bill didn’t know how the suspect had got the guard dog in there but he was fresh out of ideas on how to keep him in it at this point. He hit his flash point without a doubt. Hands were sweating, hair on neck on end and a slight trimmer in his left hand as he lowered it slightly. Who would end this standoff between man and beast?


 


The dog leaned into his growl without lifting a paw. The only good news was Bill couldn’t see the true size of this ninety-eight pound brut hackled from head to tail. He had holstered his side arm to grab his zip ties. No matter how he looked at this there was no happy ending; He set his mind to go for his knight stick and let the battle rage. The animal’s hind legs bent and you could feel his energy travel to his front paws ready to leap. He took to air as Bill scrambled to one knee and with one motion grabbed his nightstick ready for the worst. Then from nowhere Howard’s 45 broke the silence and brought the stand off to a close. Now all that was left to do was the writing of a report to explain one dead guard dog. 


 


Sarah returned just in time to catch her dad coughing his head off, from laughing so hard. "We're telling war stories I see" she said peering over her sunglasses and frowned at them as if they were children caught in a cookie jar. 


 


"Well,” she said. “I want to hear about ‘the fire’, one more time."


 


"Well girl top off my coffee and I'll let your dad tell that one.”




© 2016 Cherrie Palmer


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another good scene, the narration is handled in a quasi third person, yet not really. Not to quibble, but I think it needs a different tie in than where the first chapter left off and this one begins. Other than that the story flows well and the characters develop naturally.

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another good scene, the narration is handled in a quasi third person, yet not really. Not to quibble, but I think it needs a different tie in than where the first chapter left off and this one begins. Other than that the story flows well and the characters develop naturally.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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I am a published poet and love poetry. After a lifetime of country living, I'm making a move back to town. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: .. more..

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