I'm a cop. My partner and I are staking out a run-down crackhouse; the windows
are all broken and it looks like a burned-out husk; derelict. We're in an alley
next to the building, in my partner's unmarked convertible (top down), smoking
pot from a pipe. I'm in the driver's seat, and next to me my partner (black,
very attractive) is handing me the pipe and holding in a big hit. I take a large
hit and begin to feel paranoia creeping in.
I ask for the keys, and put them in the ignition; I adjust the seat (too far
forward) to my liking.
In the rearview I see some (suspicious) people chasing someone. I see a gun.
Turn the ignition, peel out, driving recklessly. I scrape up the side of the car a
bit against something, ("sorry" to my partner) sparks fly. I draw my service
revolver and roll down the window (my instincts are well-honed); racing around he
building to flank the group I saw.
I stop at a fenced in area; a guy with an AK-47 stands guard but he looks drunk.
I send a few slugs in his direction but he doesn't seem like a threat.
There is another man approaching with a gun in hand (Russian Mafia). I begin to
retreat, firing point blank at his chest. He's not stopping! He advances on my
partner, firing shots, she goes down... he sees me and begins advancing and I
continue pumping rounds into him. Then I realize why he's not fazed... MY FUCKING
GUN IS EMPTY (click click click).
I dash towards a parked van (running for my life), I need to re-load. Slow motion
(too much Max Payne):
I am heading for cover behind the van
Snap open my revolver
I put bullets in (steady hands) two chambers
Snap the chambers back into place
I have two shots
Time returns to normal...
Without slowing, I circle the van and now I'm running at the advancing Russians
full force. They are slightly obscured by the fence corner but I see them coming,
and I am ready. I put my gun into the face of the first one around the corner and
shoot him in the eye. He grabs his eye, shocked, but not dead. I put my gun into
his chest and fire. That's two.
I grapple with the other man who was giving me pills, he managed to feed me one but
I made him eat the other. I realize they were hydrochloric acid. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Did I eat one?! I imagine my friend saying: "You shouldn't just eat anything from
anyone!" I picture time counting down.... dissolving gel caps.... after about a
minute and a half I figure I should be dead. I seem to be ok.