Chapter 8
205 Words
Clint
Come on light, turn green already, my partner could be in trouble. I hate Sam for not telling me about this. He is so going to buy me a beer later. Finally, oh no, he is not in his car, and that is the car fitting the description from the scene. Oh no, please tell me he just walked in the door. Gun shots. s**t! Morgan jumps out of his silver Dodge Ram 1500 truck, doesn’t even turn it off, and runs through the door, sees Ortega running out the back and Sam down on the ground. Everything is like in a haze, I fire one shot, hit the guy behind the bar. Another shot is fired in my direction, Sam is laying on the ground like 4 feet from me, but I am being shot at. I duck and turn to my right and double tap the guy hiding in the corner with the shot gun in the chest. Everything looks clear, and all of a sudden, the haze is gone, and my head is on fire. Oh no, Sam! Sam has been shot. Come on buddy, stay with me. Squeeze my hand man. SAM! Officer down! Send EMS and back up now!
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