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I lost four officers. Not to early retirement. No, I lost Officer David Johanson, Officer Max Rowan, Officer Tim McNealy, and Officer Roy Wilson. Four good men with families who stayed behind here to help fight...because I asked them too.
The mayor ordered an evacuation and I asked my people to stay behind and help us fight. They stayed. Now I have four dead and two injured. Goddamn it, it wasn't supposed to go down like this. Maybe if Ryan had been in charge...
I've got to make the phone calls to the wives and families. Except I can't seem to find the numbers or a cell phone that will work. The explosion at the base pretty much took all my important files that the Earthquake didn't destroy. But that isn't important. It's just paper and computers. Things that can be replaced.
I can't replace the men I lost. The friends I lost. God. I can't fall apart. I've got to keep it together because it's not over. We're in the high school and we're regrouping so we can strike back. I want every single person and demon aligned with Ashmore to pay with their own lives for what they took last night. Four officers, twenty...oh God, twenty soldiers dead and twenty soldiers injured. Kim and Sean are injured pretty bad and both are making noise about wanting to be back in the line of fire.
Jesus, what the fuck am I supposed to do here? I'm a cop. I don't know what the proper decision is here. Do I tell them no? Do I tell them yes? Fuck, I can't afford to doubt my own instincts right now. Get it together, Harris.
Harris. God. The park. It wasn't just the park though. Everywhere got hit, but something snapped inside me. I saw Kim go down and I got flashes of Candace and Nick and I just snapped. I've never been so brutal in an attack before. I swung that sword and stabbed as many demons as I could reach. Rixte got Kim out of there and then...
I sent Xander and Trick to the hospital because I thought it would be safe. That's why I had Rixte take Kim there. There were explosions coming from the direction of the base. So, I took the four surviving soldiers (We lost Laurence. He was so damn young.) and headed to the base to check on Jacks and the others. It looked...It was horrible. Soldiers down, glass and fire everywhere.
Jack and I took the reports from the other teams. The school was under attack...and the hospital.
Jack had his guys take the trucks and go help with the hospital. We took a truck and headed to the hospital. Fought our way through vampires and met up with the others who were fighting outside of the ER. Outside where they were working on Kim and the others. Fighting to keep the demons from finishing what was started in the park and everywhere else.
Two stakes, one in each hand, and I just went in and fought. When the dust cleared, we'd won, but there were casualties. Jack orchestrated the evacuation of the hospital and now we're all in the school. Boarding up windows and exits. With a make shift medical unit in the computer room. Snyder, some version of him, if here barking out orders.
So, what am I doing? I'm standing in the middle of my old English class and trying to figure out how to stop shaking and crying so I can go back out there and do my job.
Damn it, Harris, you can't fall apart. Get yourself together and get out there.
The mayor ordered an evacuation and I asked my people to stay behind and help us fight. They stayed. Now I have four dead and two injured. Goddamn it, it wasn't supposed to go down like this. Maybe if Ryan had been in charge...
I've got to make the phone calls to the wives and families. Except I can't seem to find the numbers or a cell phone that will work. The explosion at the base pretty much took all my important files that the Earthquake didn't destroy. But that isn't important. It's just paper and computers. Things that can be replaced.
I can't replace the men I lost. The friends I lost. God. I can't fall apart. I've got to keep it together because it's not over. We're in the high school and we're regrouping so we can strike back. I want every single person and demon aligned with Ashmore to pay with their own lives for what they took last night. Four officers, twenty...oh God, twenty soldiers dead and twenty soldiers injured. Kim and Sean are injured pretty bad and both are making noise about wanting to be back in the line of fire.
Jesus, what the fuck am I supposed to do here? I'm a cop. I don't know what the proper decision is here. Do I tell them no? Do I tell them yes? Fuck, I can't afford to doubt my own instincts right now. Get it together, Harris.
Harris. God. The park. It wasn't just the park though. Everywhere got hit, but something snapped inside me. I saw Kim go down and I got flashes of Candace and Nick and I just snapped. I've never been so brutal in an attack before. I swung that sword and stabbed as many demons as I could reach. Rixte got Kim out of there and then...
I sent Xander and Trick to the hospital because I thought it would be safe. That's why I had Rixte take Kim there. There were explosions coming from the direction of the base. So, I took the four surviving soldiers (We lost Laurence. He was so damn young.) and headed to the base to check on Jacks and the others. It looked...It was horrible. Soldiers down, glass and fire everywhere.
Jack and I took the reports from the other teams. The school was under attack...and the hospital.
Jack had his guys take the trucks and go help with the hospital. We took a truck and headed to the hospital. Fought our way through vampires and met up with the others who were fighting outside of the ER. Outside where they were working on Kim and the others. Fighting to keep the demons from finishing what was started in the park and everywhere else.
Two stakes, one in each hand, and I just went in and fought. When the dust cleared, we'd won, but there were casualties. Jack orchestrated the evacuation of the hospital and now we're all in the school. Boarding up windows and exits. With a make shift medical unit in the computer room. Snyder, some version of him, if here barking out orders.
So, what am I doing? I'm standing in the middle of my old English class and trying to figure out how to stop shaking and crying so I can go back out there and do my job.
Damn it, Harris, you can't fall apart. Get yourself together and get out there.