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    A Day in a Life : Section 2-16

    “Son of a bitch! I can’t believe you just did that!” He yelled again

    She arrived just in time to see him yank something out of his right thigh, just above the knee. He was standing over a greasy pile of rags illuminated by a rare shaft of sunlight under a dirty window. A bright pair of green eyes stared out of a living scull with long brown hair, of undetermined gender. Nick was now staring at a hypodermic needle in his hand, looking dumbfounded and a little bit lost.

    “Let me see your hands!” Gail barked, pointing her gun at the person on the floor.

    A raspy voice answered, “What are you going to do, honey? Shoot me?” The man on the floor said, with calm amusement, “I’m going to be dead soon anyway. Go ahead. Make it quick..” He laughed and began to cough.

    “Fifteen oh four requesting medical transport and someone from forensics.” She radioed in not dropping her weapon or her gaze.

    “Sir”, she repeated “I need to see your hands, NOW!”

    “Awe, that’s so sweet.” The man on the floor replied, “No one in a uniform has called me Sir in quite some time. I would rather it was Pretty Boy here, but,” He paused, looking her up and down with a smirk, “I guess you’ll do.”

    “What! Are you insane?” Gail demanded “Hands! Now!”

    She could feel Nick standing frozen behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to see him still staring at the needle in his hand, all color drained from his face.

    “If you are not going to let me die here in peace, at least you could tell me your name.” The man said, and started to cough again. Blood stained his lips and he spit a big bloody gob near Gail’s shoe.

    “Eew!” She exclaimed, backing away, “That’s just gross!”

    “Alright, my name is Gail, but that would be Officer Peck to you.” She narrowed her eyes at him, “And you?”

    “Christopher, Christopher Johnson.”

    “Wait a minute.” Nick’s voice came from behind her, “Weren’t you the guy who was drafted to the Argonauts, and then disappeared before the first game of the season?”

    “Very good, Officer Pretty Boy.” Came the reply.

    “What happened?” Nick inquired

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