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    Section 1 – Iceburgs

    Recertifications and signing up for the range were the forefront topic of today’s briefing. Good. It looked like it was going to be a quiet, uneventful day. Thank God she was riding with Oliver! If she had been riding with Andy, or Nick, or Chloe, somebody was going to die.

    She and Oliver were on their way to his favorite bakery when the call came in, “Shots fired, officer down, repeat, officers under fire. All units respond!”

    HOLY SHIT!

    They were the first unit on the scene. The medics were somewhere right behind them. Gail could see Chloe’s legs sticking out from behind a huge freakin’ monument rock as she got out of the car. Andy was kneeling over Chloe on the ground where Oliver raced to join her. Gail stood in the middle of that empty space, weapon drawn, feeling powerless to protect her friends, but she would try.

    “Open your eyes and talk to me, Chloe!” Oliver was practically shouting.

    Gail had never felt so exposed and alone. She scanned the park, weapon drawn, but everything was still. Where the fuck was everyone?

    “Come on darlin’ open your eyes! Price! Price! Stay with me!” She could hear Oliver behind her.

    “Oliver? Where are the Medics?” Andy was pleading.

    Where the fuck were the medics anyway? Time slowed down to a snail’s pace. Gail was frantic, but everything was moving in slow motion.

    The ambulance finally arrived seconds later. Two EMTs jumped out of the back running toward them with a backboard and medical bags in hand. Gail sprinted along with them, covering them with her gun, searching the surrounding rooftops for danger as she ran. It was pure agony, like trying to run through clear gelatin or being stuck in a freeze frame movie. They scooped Chloe onto a backboard and ran at a crouch back to the waiting bus. The ambulance took off as more cop cars arrived on the scene from everywhere at once, and the world exploded back to real time, just like that.

    They were back in the car when it hit her.

    Dov.

    Oh no! Dov was going to freak! She could only be grateful that he was assigned to booking today and wasn’t there to witness Chloe lying on the ground, covered in her own blood! She hoped that Chris would be able to be there for him! She knew Oliver could see right through her, her love, her pain, the deep concern she was hiding behind the flippant attitude, but she couldn’t just let him in. She didn’t know how without falling apart. She had just begun to tell him about how much of an idiot Dov was for Chloe, how truly worried she was, when the nine-one-one call came in.

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