The Tale Of 2 Policemen

Another day at the office

-scene opens in a police car sitting on the side of the road in downtown Cincinnati-

D'Angelo: holler.. holler...*sigh*

*sgt. Holler writes in his journal*

D'Angelo: HOLLER !

*Holler closes journal visibly startled*

D'Angelo: Stop writing in your diary and keep your eyes on the road.

Holler: *sigh* o- o- ok s- s -sorry sir.

D'Angelo: toughen up sargent. You always say "sorry this" and "sorry that" be a man and talk back instead of being a goody two shoes for once.

Holler: sor- n- nevermind

*Car flies past them*

D'Angelo: WOAH! Holler did you catch that

Holler: yeah

D'Angelo: well come on! Get the speedometer out !

Holler: y-yes sir

*Holler pulls out speedometer and clocks the speeding car*

Holler: he's going a hundred six sir.

D'Angelo: alright let's go

*D'Angelo shifts the car out of park, turns on the sirens and starts to speed down the highway*

D'Angelo: call for backup!

Holler: *pulling out and talking to the police radio* 22350 we need back up. Possible code 37.

Radio dispatcher: copy that 63 sending back up now.

*The two chase after the speeding car while trying to avoid obstacles*

*Unidentified car comes to a brake slamming halt in front of a warehouse*

D'Angelo: NO NO NO!

*The police car screeches to a stop and slams into the side of the building*

*Broken glass flies through the air and slices holler in the side of the head*

*The two officers slam forward into their airbags*

*D'Angelo raises his head from the wheel with visible cuts on his face, his nose is visibly broken"

*D'Angelo picks up the radio*

D'Angelo: *visibly shaken with a stuttering voice* we need a 10-43.... Possible 10-45c.

Radio dispatcher: what happened 63?

D'Angelo: we crashed the car... *he looks over to holler* holler? HOLLER? JOHNATHAN?!... Holler is passed out... he's breathing.... *He looks outside and sees the warehouse door open* I'm...going...into the warehouse.

Radio dispatcher: copy that 63. Sending S.W.A.T and medical.

*D'Angelo puts the radio back and tries to unbuckle his seatbelt*

D'Angelo: *struggles to get seat belt off* ok.. it's jammed...

*D'Angelo pulls out his knife and slices through the seatbelt fabric*

D'Angelo: ....I'm going in

*D'Angelo opens the car door and steps out of the vehicle. He raises his handgun from the holster and puts his knife away*

*D'Angelo takes cover behind the warehouse door. He clicks the safety off and cocks his pistol*

D'Angelo: (is this really worth it.... I'm a 53 year old man chasing down a dangerous criminal with a new 22 year old recruit.... I'm 7 years away from retirement... I am not going to die today.....3.......2........1.....) *takes a deep breath* *whispers* go!

*D'Angelo draws his gun and scans the room. He sees two mercenaries and takes cover behind a stack of wooden planks*

Mercenary 1: hey did you see that cop car crash?

Mercenary 2: yeah. *Chuckles* I thought that old man was gonna go through the windshield.

Mercenary 1: the look on his face was priceless *laughs*

Mercenary 1: ...well alright I gotta go stack these supplies see ya.

Mercenary 2: see ya.

*Mercenary 1 turns and walks away*

*D'Angelo slides over his cover and puts the second mercenary in a headlock holding his pistol to the man's head*

D'Angelo: FREEZE !

*The first mercenary turns around and draws his rifle*

D'Angelo: drop..your weapon...NOW!

*The man drops his gun with the intent to save his friend*

*The captive man knocks the pistol out of D'Angelo's hand and throws him to the ground. The man picks up the fallen pistol and aims at D'Angelo*

*A muffled yell comes from outside the warehouse and explosion of rifles burst through the window behind them*

*The gunman gets hit in the shoulder and in the chest, jerks back and falls to the ground*

*The other mercenary gets hit in the eye, folds and falls over*

*The swat team moves in with guns drawn*

*A man helps D'Angelo up*

Swat officer: We need a medic over here!!

*D'Angelo's adrenaline wears off and feels the warmness of blood pouring down his face. He spits some out onto the ground*

*A medic comes and escorts D'Angelo to the ambulance*

*D'Angelo spaces out while a man cleans his face*

Officer: sir we found a journal in the car

D'Angelo: *snaps back to reality* give it to me

*The officer hands D'Angelo the journal*

D'Angelo: *reading the journal* (August 28,1996. I'm here sitting watch in downtown Cincinnati. We're eating taco Bell. Pretty good. I'm here with private D'Angelo. He's my role model. He's always there for me. He's like the dad who's loved me unlike my real dad. He-)

*D'Angelo feels something else warm running down his face. Not blood but a tear.*