tick
Max glanced up at the second hand on the clock. Trying to
will the time to go back instead of inching forward. Time was of the
essence here.
tock
Maggie's hand staunched the blood flow from Frank's wound. He had been hit good and now seconds counted.
tick
Max
had counted four of them. All positioned in various places to keep
sniping at them. His brain was working in high gear and he was trying to
figure out a good survival plan.
tock
"Any sign of Trump yet?" Maggie asked. "If he doesn't get here Frank is good as dead."
tick
"I
see that little bastard's tail," Max said; he was using the reflection of a
shattered mirror to see where everyone was. He was hoping that those
snipers left the cat alone, because after all, a cat was just a cat.
tock
Frank's eyes opened and he coughed. Spitting up some blood. Maggie leaned forward with a damp cloth.
"You guys should have left me," Frank said. "I'm as good as dead."
tick
Maggie
slapped Frank across the cheek, and then added, "Once you're feeling much
better I am going to kick the shit out of you. You know we never leave a
friend behind."
20130630
Faux City Police Reports
Police reports
By Chronicle Staff
Police reports for Monday included the following:
* A business owner on Highwater Street went to his store to find it vandalized. The suspects did not take any money or items, but the four mannequins in the front window had bullet holes riddling their bodies.
* A woman was seen assaulting four men. She left the scene before police arrived. All four men are expected to recover in the hospital.
* A man living in an apartment on North Grand Avenue was shot.
* A man left a restaurant on Daniels Street without paying for his meal.
* A man stole beer from a corner store. He was caught and cited for theft.
* A business owner told police a woman kicked over a display.
* Two siblings got into an argument. The older child kicked the younger child in the face.
* Three juveniles were throwing rocks from the top of a building on Main Street. Rocks hit two cars. One of the juveniles was cited.
* A man told police the NSA had planted devices in his head and car to frame him for a crime. He told police that a talking cat threatened him. The man was taken to the hospital for observation.
* There were 97 calls for service.
By Chronicle Staff
Police reports for Monday included the following:
* A business owner on Highwater Street went to his store to find it vandalized. The suspects did not take any money or items, but the four mannequins in the front window had bullet holes riddling their bodies.
* A woman was seen assaulting four men. She left the scene before police arrived. All four men are expected to recover in the hospital.
* A man living in an apartment on North Grand Avenue was shot.
* A man left a restaurant on Daniels Street without paying for his meal.
* A man stole beer from a corner store. He was caught and cited for theft.
* A business owner told police a woman kicked over a display.
* Two siblings got into an argument. The older child kicked the younger child in the face.
* Three juveniles were throwing rocks from the top of a building on Main Street. Rocks hit two cars. One of the juveniles was cited.
* A man told police the NSA had planted devices in his head and car to frame him for a crime. He told police that a talking cat threatened him. The man was taken to the hospital for observation.
* There were 97 calls for service.
Awkward as an Eclipse
He had been shot at, thrown from a window of a skyscraper, hit by a
train, tumbled down a mountain while battling a cyborg, drugged up and
near death, but all of these minor incidents didn't prepare him for the
biggest threat of all.
"Here Max, hold her while I get her bottle," Trish said as she handed him the baby.
Max looked at the child with appalled horror and surprise, holding it at arms' length. For some reason it was a foreign sight, like a solar eclipse to feudal Japan society.
"She won't bite," Trish comforted Max. Before Max could protest and hand the baby back to Trish, she got up and headed to get the baby bag out of the stroller, which was just outside.
Mags was coming back with a couple of coffees in her hands and she let out a slight chuckle to see THE Max Cube at a loss.
"Here Max, hold her while I get her bottle," Trish said as she handed him the baby.
Max looked at the child with appalled horror and surprise, holding it at arms' length. For some reason it was a foreign sight, like a solar eclipse to feudal Japan society.
"She won't bite," Trish comforted Max. Before Max could protest and hand the baby back to Trish, she got up and headed to get the baby bag out of the stroller, which was just outside.
Mags was coming back with a couple of coffees in her hands and she let out a slight chuckle to see THE Max Cube at a loss.
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