"I've been training for the July 4th triathlon." Cindy replied as she tore out of the parking lot, blue lights and sirens blazing.
We got to Barry Oliver's condo within minutes. Two uniformed police officers were already there, but they only had light armor vests under their uniform shirts, so they had waited, which was the correct thing to do.
"It's the 2nd floor door on the left, and it's cracked open." said Patrolman McGhillie. "We waited, as you called for heavier armor, and it's obvious something is going on."
"You did right." I replied. "Where is that armored team?-- oh, here they come." I met the four officers as they screeched up. They weren't full SWAT, but had better protection that the vests most officers wore, and were helmeted.
"Okay guys, the door to Oliver's apartment is
