I just realized. The beam of light from my monitor makes it look like it's sucking my face off or something! AWESOME!

Well, another chapter in my life is drawing to a close.
The BBS story is finished, parent's night is over and done with for another year, and the only pressure on me now is the looming third-year exams, (they serve as backup in case you do crap in the actual qualification test *gulp*)

Y'know, it's not a bad life when you think about it, they say hell is other people, but I don't belive that for a second.

Oh, and I got some new airwalks :P

CHAPTER 6C: FUCKIN' FINALLY.

Dew, Be-Easy, and LOLZILLA were standing around me, vests on, shotguns in hand.
"We can't go in, S.W.A.T will be going in instead of us. Apparantly we're too..."personally involved" for this sensetive an op."
"Bullshit, we could do it if we wanted" said LOLZILLA, looking pissed off.
"yeah." Dew agreed.
"look, the decision was made, we can't do anything about it so let's just sit back and enjoy the show!"
"Be-Easy's right." I said.
I had to admit I was dissappionted at the whole thing, but still I saw their point. A team of S.W.A.T officers were gearing up next to us, they looked like serious mofos I tell you that! They had full body armour, gas masks, bulletproof helmets, jackboots...the lot.

Look out, cop killing scum, here come the fuzz.

"S.W.A.T TEAM, MOVE OUT!" one of them yelled, I'm guessing that was captain Thunderfist241.
"HOOAH!" they shouted back at him, like marines with a gunny...wannabes.

They stuck to the vans, creeping along them to the edge of the row, the game was on, it seemed.
"ATTENTION HOSTAGE TAKER, THIS IS THE NGPD, WHAT ARE YOUR DEMANDS?" came a voice, distracting the killer/hostage taker while the jackbooted wannabe marines snuck out of cover and round the corner of the street, barely moving a blade of grass in their somewhat...soundless approach to the white door in the side of the house. The attemp at conversation didn't yeild much fruit, drawing silence from the house.

The S.W.A.T guys had moved up to the wall of the building now, positioning themselves around the door. One of them gave the "go" signal, another spun round and lunged at it.

boom.

An enormous fireball engulfed the officers and the wall, blowing plaster off walls across the street and blowing squad cars over.
I hit the deck along with every other person there, and stayed there.

An eerie silence reigned, as ash fell like snow, the only sound was the flames from the explosion licking at the framework of the house.

There was a massive hole in the side of the place, stretching across both floors.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" TheProduct had lost it, he was up on his feet, waving his gun about and running towards the house from the front. He got to about halfway across the lawn...I knew what was coming next, and I wasn't going to be dissappointed.

Several loud pops erupted from the top center window and his chest exploded in puffs of blood. He reeled back and fell on his side, writhing in pain and screaming. A pink foam formed around TheProduct's mouth, and his screams fell silent.

"SHIT! ANOTHER GOOD COP DEAD, HOW MANY MORE, HUH???" Be-Easy was taking it pretty hard.
"YOU ASSHOLE! WHADDAYA HAVE AGAINST US?"
Christ. "Shut it down, detective!"
"No, this isn't right, this wasn't meant to happen...I'm going in."
"Be-Easy, I give the orders in this team, not you...and I'm with you every step of the fucking way." I felt we had to.
"Anyone else?"
"Yeah" Dew picked up his shotgun and loaded it.
"I'll come." said Neonflame126, echoed by AngryWorm.
"'Zilla?" he hadn't spoken up yet.
"We've been best friends since high school, do you really think I'd let you go in there alone?"
"Didn't think you'd let me down man, NOW LET'S GO"

I pointed at the hole in the side of the building, surrounded by dead S.W.A.T officers. We ran like the wind, I just didn't give a damn, and by the fact they were following me in this mad charge into the unknown, neither did the others.

We burst in with shouts of "NGPD, FREEZE!!!"...and the odd "YIPPIE-KAY-AY MOTHER FUCKER! THIS IS THE NGPD!"

"'ZILLA, DEW, CLEAR THE ROOMS ON THE LEFT! NEONFLAME, ANGRYWORM, FLANK RIGHT! Be-Easy, you with me. NOW LET'S FIND OUR TEAM MEMBER AND NAIL THIS FUCK TO THE WALL!"

I cocked my shotgun, motioned to Be-Easy and he checked the stairs, and gave the all-clear, my heart pumping, we bolted up the wrecked and smoky stairs.
"BOSS I GOT A VISUAL! HE JUST WENT IN THERE!" pointing to a room, the door had slammed shut and I could hear a key being shoved in the lock.

"EVERYONE, UP HERE NOW!" I yelled back down the stair. To the response of feet pounding charred wood and metal.
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The team were positioned in the classic door-breaching formation, four of us on each side.
"Everyone ready?"
"Yes." was the unnimous response.
I took a deep breath, I had been waiting what seemed like a lifetime for this..."Go."

END OF CHAPTER SIX, THE STORY, AND YOUR SUPPORT.

I'd just like to take this oppertunity to thank all of you for the ideas, motivation, and your continued help and support over the past few weeks.

Thank you.

REVIEW NAO.

CHAPTER 6

"Okay, we can't stay here forever, we need to make a move. Any suggestions?"
"I got nothin'."
We had been cowering behind the wrecked car for almost an hour now, with whoever was in the house firing off rounds every time one of us popped our head up.

"I can't take this anymore" said LOLZILLA, moving to the edge of the vehicle, "I'm gonna try and run back the way we came to the corner, it's safer there and we can do something"
I couldn't belive I was hearing this. "No way man, I'm not gonna let you."
"It wasn't a request flash"
" neither was that get back into cover, now."
"I'm going!"
"STAY HERE, THAT'S A FUCKING ORDER, DETECTIVE!"
"WE STAY HERE WE DIE, I'M FUCKING GOING!"
"'ZILLA!"

He ran.

The car was stopped about 300 yards from his destination, the hostage taker popped off another round.

"SHIT, COVERING FIRE!"

We stood up and boldly out of cover, drew our weapons and fired wildly in the direction of the house.

I could see windows smahing and falling inward, and a shape duck to the side.
The suburban one-story was a wreck, wood panneling hanging from single nails, glass on the lawn, and holes in the walls from the shotguns NeonFlame and TheProduct were carrying.

I heard a siren start up about a block away, and the radio start-up again.
"Shots fired at stamper street, all units abandon your current assignment and proceed immediately to location."

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It felt good to have some protection at last, kevlar vests were the best protection.
S.W.A.T had moved their vans into a sort of, buletproof wall along the front of the house, forming a safe area for us to plan our attack.
"So if we use the claw, rip out the wall, and storm the building, it risks too much for the hostages"
I was talking with thunderfist241, the S.W.A.T captain, formulating a plan.
"Yeah well if we go in through the front he'll kill the hostages and run."
"I know, a window! We make a quiet entry while keeping him distracted, get the hostages, sneak out again!"
"Y'know, it just might work."

THIS IS NOT THE FINALE, BECAUSE I'M LAZY AND TIRED, BUT SERIOUSLY, TOMORROW WILL BE.

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CHAPTER SIX: FINALE...WELL ALMOST...

"FREEZE, NGPD!"
"NOBODY MOVE, THIS IS THE POLICE!"
"POLICE, FREEZE!"
We burst into the room, the door ripped from it's hinges, the room was smoky and smelled of drugs. It was in bad repair as well, black stains on the wall, almost no furniture. My weapon drawn I ran into the lounge and pointed the business end at four scared Jamaicans.
"POLICE, GRAB SOME WALL!". Be-easy was moving past me, cuffs in hand towards the men, I spotted someone making a run for the demolished door.

Oh no he didn't. "HEY YOU, STOP RIGHT THERE!" I yelled to no effect, when suddenly, BAM! Dew football tackled him to the floor, sending them crashing down and sending up clouds of dust.
"I got 'im boss!"
"Nice one dew!"
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The raid on the crack house was a welcome break from finding the killers. If only Glue-sniffer was here to see it instead of at home sick. 47 Kilos of pure China white we bagged in that.
I was sitting in the squad room now, alone for once, filling out the report.
The old style 1970s phone on my old 1970s desk rang.
"Squad room, DCI five speaking."
"If you want to see your detective or her partner again, be at her house in ten minutes."
"What the...who is..."
*click*
I got up and ran, my chair and paperwork falling all over the place.
I busted through the canteen doors, looking frantically for my team in the packed blue-walled room.
Hopeless, no way I was gonna see them in this crowd.
"FLASHPLAYER5'S TEAM, SQUAD ROOM, NOW!"
I ran back to the squad room and pulled glue-sniffer's file.
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"Okay people, here's the plan". S.W.A.T team captain Thunderfist241 was giving the briefing on a projector. It showed a map of the area we'd be working in.
"Flashplayer5's team, you will be making the big bold entrance with the M3, coming own the street at full pelt, followed by your uniform support, sirens blaring.
My team will be inserting from here, one block away for a covert entry into the back of the house. It's two stories, so watch the top windows as well as the bottom, we have five minutes left to get there so let's move!"
Chairs screeched, heavily armoured S.W.A.T officers picked up their automatic weapons and snipers before walking out, my team and I ran down full pace to the parking lot, to find the jet black M3 waiting for us at the bottom of the stainless steel staircase, purring like a kitten.
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This had a bad feeling about it.
Nevertheless I sped on through the snowed out streets, once again, I hated snow. The radio was buzzing with request for "all available units proceed immediately to the hostage situation on Stamper street"
Crack.
The windshield smashed in a flurry of glass, covering me and the team with glass. I wrenched the steering wheel with one hand and yanked the handbrake with the other, dragging the car to a halt about 300 metres away from the suburban house. We ducked out the doors and hid behind the vehicle.
"WHAT THE FUCK? WAS THAT A BULLET?" yelled LOLZILLA, crouching under the bonnet.
I had planted myself behind the rear wheel, the others in between. "I THINK SO!"

I heard a repetitive popping noise in the background. I recognised it from that case we had a few weeks ago, we were following an arms dealer and he opened fire on us with an M-16 assault rifle, obliterating the old mustang's engine block.
"I think we all know what that is." Said Be-Easy.

"Yep" Dew was looking worried.

The squad cars had pulled over too, I inched my way back to the door, opened it and took out the radio.
"Alpha-one to uniform support, we just got shot at from the house, we're gonna try and move forward again"

this was originally gonna be the finale, but I decided to split it into two parts, read and review!

People, I've run out of ideas and victims. So tonight it's finale time, this should be better than the crap ones in between the start and the end :P

IT'S FINALE TIME!

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!"
"There's no need for pro..."
"I WANT TO TALK TO YOUR DCI, NOW GO GET HIM!!!"
"Sir, you have to calm down..."
"NOW!"
The desk officer was obviously struggling with this strange guy bombarding her with insults and demands to see me, and i was getting bored watching from the bottom of the glass-steel staircase.

I strode across the tiled floor, my feet echoing to the desired effect, "RIGHT! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!?!" putting a look of anger on my face, but pissing myself laughing on the inside.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU???" this possibly dangerous individual yelled, deafeningly loud.
"I'm Detective Chief Inspector flashplayer5, and you?" I said, lacing my voice with calming tones now, sensing I'd get a kick in somewhere I really didn't want to be kicked if I said what I had wanted to say.

He seemed to calm down,sensing some relief he had got who he wanted. "My name, DCI 5, is Needle-in-Haystack, and I have some very important information regarding the case I read you were investigaing."

"O RLY?...Sorry, it had to be done, if you'd like to come this way, we'll discuss whatever information you may have."
Maintaining all professionalism, I turned around, and waled toward the interview rooms, thank god he was behind me, or he would've seen the stupidly enormous grin plastered to my face.

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"Interview code #384576738, NGPD, case number #98723567A, present are DCI Flashplayer5, and DS LOLZILLA for the department, and Mr.Needle-in-haystack, who has some information regarding the case."
'Zilla was with me for the interview, I needed some company.

With a dramatic flourish, he produced a copy of NG.MAG, the city's biggest newspaper headlined "COPS FAIL TO CATCH SERIAL KILLER YET AGAIN".
Oh bollocks.
"It's about him"
"uh-huh, I see, listen mr. Haystack, we really don't need any help with this" 'zilla said, palm on his forehead.
"He tried to kill me"

I APOLOGIZE FOR THE GENERAL CRAPPY CHAPTER, BUT IT IS VITAL TO THE STORY, SO BEAR WITH ME PLEASE

Not sure if this'll be the best chapter I've done, because I'm making it up off the top of my head tonight, no idea what to write about, hope you like it!
CHAPTER 4
"Y'know when you took your detective's exam, how come you didn't join me and the team, 'raptor?"

"Because I hate you and the only reason I bought you a drink last Friday was by way of an apology for fucking your mother, flash"

I laughed, "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but seriously, why not?"

He sighed, looking resigned. "Well the reason is..."

"HEY BOSS! FOUND SOMETHING!!" screamed Be-easy through the darkness of the night, sending a few birds flying out of their perches, like press reporters fleeing from our speeding car as we arrived a few hours ago.

"WE'LL BE RIGHT THERE!!..coming 'raptor?"

"Well ya need a CSI to bag and tag it, so yeah."
"Fancy a run?"

With that I took off at full pelt across the park, the freezing air evaporating my breath in front of me, leaving christmasraptor behind me, trying desperately not to be beat...again.

'Zilla was standing next to an old oak tree, probably been there for centuries. A Remington 12-guage shotgun was lying against the thing, looking worse for ware.

I looked back toward the victim, the audio tape lying destroyed and broken, the kneecaps and stomach completely obliterated by something powerful, the bloodstains, enormous splats of cartilage, bone and blood.

And we'd arrested him the night before last.

A blinding flash obscured my vision momentarily.
"shit, sorry!" said a rather cold AbstractPathologist, holding a camera to his face
"Oh hey man"

We walked over to the body, it was a surreal sight, the man lying dead there, a look of pure fear fixed on his face, an eternal reminder of his final moments, surrounded by floodlights, police tape and evidence markers...and yet, nobody seemed to care!
He was just another case.
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"So the victim's name was maxsparkson, a private investigator. I he met green-day-fan-one's cruiser outside Tom's the other night."

"yup."

AbstractPatologist and I were in the morgue, an old fashioned brick-wall room in the basement of the police station, I hated being there, there was a constant bad vibe to it, the ghosts of someone's murdered wife, husband, son or daughter...or sometimes whole families roamed these halls, looking for peace, but never to find any.

The air of constant sadness as the families identified their loved ones, seeing them this way, clinging to the unfortunate officer who skimped paying for drinks the previous night.
Every family, every single one of them left this place in a ruin of their former selves.

Lives were wrecked down here, and all you can say is "I'm so, so sorry."
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"So lemme get this straight, guv." Dew was sitting on his desk in the squad room "The guy recorded our serial cop-murderer getting the shit kicked out of him by his contractor, who then blew his stomach up a tree 5 hours later?"

I poured myself some scotch from the office decanter, "Sounds like Shakespeare, doesn't it?"
Be-Easy threw his final dart into the board, with a picture of Chief Stamper tacked to it "hardly, it was Shakespeare, there'd have been a sword duel by now!"

I chuckled "heheh, yeah, and glue-sniffer'd have her top off!..sorry darling that was a bit sexy wasn't it?"

She stood up, poured the rest of her coffee down her neck, and said "I think you might just mean sexist guv!"

I winked playfully at her "Oh no love, I mean what say!"
*slap*
"CHEEKY BUGGER!!!" she burst out laughing, covering the sound of the footsteps outside the office.
A knock on the door.

Still laughing, I shouted. "Come in!"

A uniform officer was standing in the doorway, he had fairly long ginger hair, was fairly tall, but was wearing a different uniform than I had seen on our uni's.
"So whaddaya want? And where the hell are you from, your uniform's grey!" was the response from Dew.

"I'm NeonFlame126, I just got transferred here from..*furoahcn*"
"Where? Speak up man!" I said, jokingly

"4Chan city, I was sent to fill a vacancy that just appeared in your squad...you are flashplayer5's team right?"

"Absolutely"

END OF CHAPTER 4, READ AND REVIEW!!!

CHAPTER 3

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT, WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!?!!!" The angry figure screamed at dagamerextream as his foot made contact with the soft flesh of his stomach. He fell to the floor of the warehouse, sending a cloud of dust flying into the air, " I...I thought you'd be pleased boss!" he coughed.

"THEN YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT! IT WAS COMPLETELY UN-NESSESSARY!! YOU WERE OUT OF THERE, YOU DID'NT HAVE TO GO ACROSS THE STREET, KILL AN INNOCENT FAMILY AND KILL A FUCKING COP! I PAID YOU TO KILL THAT FIRST ONE, NOT GO ON A FUCKING KILLING SPREE!!!" This time the hob-nailed boot smashed into the head, knocking dagamerextream unconsious, his nose started to bleed a small trickle of crimson blood into the dust, slowly spreading.

The figure stormed to the door, wrenched open with his heavy-leather gloved hands and stormed out of the building.

outside, replaying the entire conversation on tape from the audio bug he had planted earlier, was maxsparkson. pulling his 40's mob hat down over the rays of sun getting in his eyes, he revved the enigne and took off.

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

T'was Grace that taught...
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear...
the hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares...
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
and Grace will lead us home.

The Lord has promised good to me...
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be...
as long as life endures.

When we've been here ten thousand years...
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
then when we've first begun.

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see."

The bagpipes died down and I caught my breath. he reverend iRape stepped up to the podium erected over the open grave in the cemetery, I could hear the widow of green-day-fan-1 crying her heart out in the back of the thirty or so strong crowd.
"Thank you, and now a few words from some of his collegues and friends."

Stepping up to the stand now was an ashen faced LOLZILLA,dressed in full ceremonial uniform. He took his hat off and layed it on the lectern, allowing the pouring rain to wet his face.

"green-day-fan-1, was one of the best officers I have ever worked with. Not only was he a good police officer, he was a good friend...and I know, were he here today, we'd be busting down the door of a killer, who we have been chasing for a few days now. And no matter what, I'd count on him any day to have my back...and he still does."

Fighting back tears, he stood down and returned to his place. I felt terrible, this was the second funeral I'd been to in two days...a funeral a day, I wasn't going to get used to this.

I had to say something, it was only right. I walked somemnly up, and took to the stage.

"Whilst all of what my partner said there was true, the killer he mentioned wasn't just any killer, he killed a police officer, my old training partner in fact. I took this badly and came up with a hot-headed plan that endangered the lives of my entire team.

We went in without backup, without knowing if the suspect was armed, without knowledge of the suspect's description. Even if we had seen him, we could have just, passed him by.

And someone else payed the price.

It should be me in that coffin, not GDF1.

Sorry."

...And with that, I left the cemetery, followed by glue-sniffer. As I walked towards the car she grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me round.

"What you did back there was brave, and I just want you to know, we're all cops, we stick together no matter what happens, so don't think we're gonna abandon you."
"...Thanks, that meant a lot glue, but I need some alone time, I'll be in the car."

I waked over and got in, I watched the wind howling in the trees for a while, took my soaking camel coat off and fell asleep"

*kzzzzzzzzt* "Alpha one, another body fitting your killer's MO has been found in Fulp park" *kzzzzt*

I opened my eyes and grabbed for the radio, only to find it wasn't there.
"Alpha-one responding, request CSI and some caffine pills for the boss, over."
"Whaddaya think this is, Alpha one? A ruddy hotel? Get yer arses over there!"
"heheh, alpha one out."

Be-Easy was being a jackass over the radio again, Dew and LOLZILLA were mock-bullying Glue-sniffer in the back, we were a team again.

"C'mon boss, step on it!"

"LOLZILLA, I will thank you not to give orders to your senior officer!" I said jokingly, and before he could think of something smartass to say, I kicked the accelarator down, and we roared off.
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"Man, this guy had a sense of fashion, ZZ top beard, forties moster hat...smashed audio tape necklace, not bad for a body, huh?"

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I'd just like to apologize for the lack of action, I'm trying something different tonight, a sad scene...comment on how I did please!