Down town
pandemonium erupted as metal crashing against metal sent screams into the air
as bodies scattered fleeing from the 50-ton bulldozer that had seemed to have
developed a mind of its own as it rammed unsuspecting vehicles and caused
massive damage to parked cars, and oncoming traffic. An over turned minivan lay on its side pushed
against a fire hydrant; the geyser of water added to the already chaotic and
frenzied scene with mounting confusion.
Several vehicles disabled by the rampaging construction vehicle made it
difficult for emergency responders to get into the area; therefore the metal
menace continued on its destructive reign crashing into anything that lie in
its path. Plate glass windows shattered
as flying debris stabbed through the glass injuring the customers of stores,
shops, and grocers. Personal belongings
littered the sidewalks and street.
Twisted metal signs laid across parked cars pushed up against one another
while the driver of the bulldozer shifted to reverse backing over dozens of
bicycles. Terrified screaming
pedestrians scrabbled to get out of the way.
Suddenly the bulldozer shifted forward pushing over a traffic
light. Sparks flickered as it leaned in an awkward
angle before crashing down to the street sending puffs of smoke into the
air. Several people remained trapped in
mangled vehicles. Anguished cries for
help only egged the bulldozer on as it plowed into more vehicles. One vehicle’s window was smeared with
blood.
Several attempts
made by pedestrians to jump on to the bull Dozier to remove the operator
failed; confronting what sat behind the
controls of the machine was an affront to nature. Something that possessed a human body sat
behind the controls, but its eyes gave the appearance of something unearthly,
as the eyes were void of life in their sockets glaring out at the
horrified. A young man who leaped onto
the metal menace in an attempt to dislodge the operator made another
attempt. Shock and disbelief had frozen
him in place. A cold stone like hand
lightning fast grabbed the man's throat like a vice. For that short period, the young man
literally looked into the face of death before being flung from the
bulldozer. Again, the machine backed up
from mangled metal and turned to ram an approaching police car that had managed
to circumvent the mass of tangled wreckage by jumping the curb driving down the
sidewalk. "Wha'da fuck...this is
unit 22 on 3rd and Bakersfield
road...I got a priority. Oh my god-” The
bulldozer’s huge metal scoop crashed down on the top of the cruiser after
ramming it with unnatural speed. Glass
exploded everywhere striking pedestrians and emergency responders. Horrified on lookers watched as the vehicle
looked as though it were being pushed into the ground taking the cop inside
with it despite the rounds fired in a futile attempt to stop and unstoppable
foe. His screams died away under the
commotion of the screaming pedestrians. In the distance, more sirens could be
heard approaching the catastrophic scene as dispatchers shouted for additional
units.
"Oh shit
did you hear that," she said in mid stride returning to the cruiser with Jackson on her heels, and
his ear almost glued to the radio's speaker.
Jumping into the cruiser Jackson flipped the switch for the blue strobe
lights and sirens. "Something real
ugly is going on," she said reaching for the radio's mic to respond as the
cruiser's tires screeched around the corner almost on two wheels. "Damn don't get us smashed up before we
get there."
"I got
this," Jackson
replied concentrating on the traffic ahead to avoid any vehicles slow to move
from the cruisers right of way. An air horn accompanied the flashing lights and
sirens aggressively signaling the cruiser’s immediate approach, and to make
way. "MOVE damn it...don't you hear
all this shit?"
"They
hear...they think their gonna get a case if we hit'em."
"Yeah they
gonna get more than a case...stupid sonuvabitches gonna get dead with all this
metal running up their dumb asses."
"All units
approaching the vicinity of 3rd and Bakersfield Road exercise extreme caution
individual armed with a bulldozer one unit down with pedestrian
casualties," the radio blared a second time. A block and a half away and the chaos could
be seen.
"Oh
shit," Sierra said staring at the massive pile up of cars and trucks
scattered around looking as if they had been dropped from the sky surrounding
the bulldozer.
"We're
gonna have to foot it...this is as close as we're going to get," Jackson said glancing up
at the news helicopters that had joined the grim scene. The bulldozers engine roared as its operator
gunned the accelerator. To the far left,
the smashed cruiser seemed to beckon to the cops. "Shit...we gotta get to that
car." Seconds later, more of the
7th district cars pulled up as close as they could to the scene. The injured were removed from the area while
cops attempted to proceed to the cruiser mangled beyond recognition, but with
lightning speed, the bulldozer maneuvered itself in their direction preparing
to ram them; chasing them back behind the wreckage of the other cars. Again, they tried from another angle careful
not to alert its operator. A hushed
crowd waited in anticipation. Only the
roar of the bulldozer’s engine dominated the ground below while helicopters
hovered overhead adding to the urgency of the scene. Closer the men and women in blue crept; cuffs
and keys held in place in an attempt in silencing the clink of metal. Radios were turned completely down, and
breaths were held. Sierra swallowed hard
not knowing what she would be greeted with once she approached the mangled
wreckage. "RUN," a voice
shouted out. The swift turn of the
bulldozer’s scoop almost caught Jackson
as he dove out of the way. Hot asphalt
biting into his hands and knees caused a string of curses to erupt from his
mouth. "Yo man...you ok," a firefighter
asked helping him from the ground. Soon
police supervisors were on location setting up their command center. The intersection was now gridlocked; a standoff
between cops and machine filled the atmosphere with eeriness. Despite the open view of the bulldozer, its
operator’s identity remained a mystery.
The only person that saw him was unconscious.
"What the hell is this," barked
lieutenant George Morison while cops and firefighters were desperately trying
to devise a plan of rescue. Not knowing the cop's condition made everyone
anxious. "Has anyone heard a radio
contact from him? What is his
status...is he dead, alive...what, and what the hell is in the driver's
seat...and why can't we get the SONUVABITCH outta there? What the hell are all of you standing around
for," the lieutenant snarled through gritted teeth looking around at the
chaos," get these civilians outta here!"
"Sir...their
here because ...well...they can't leave...just yet."
"Why the
hell not?"
"Because
these are all their vehicles and they’re witnesses," the sergeant said
pointing around to the wreckage of cars becoming more and more exasperated by
the second; with all the questions he had to stop and answer while his men were
trying to reach the trapped cop. “Asshole,"
the sergeant thought to himself walking away.
"Sergeant...get a paramedic up here...we gotta get that cop outta
there; that's if he's even still alive."
"Sir...we
gotta get him cut outta there first of all and second; the sonuvabitch won't
even let us get close to him... let alone get a paramedic in there," he
said growing angry.
"You better
get somebody to go in there and get that man outta there," Morrison called
after him as the sergeant continued to ignore his demands. "Damn asshole with fucking gold
bars."
"Hey Serg
the only way I see to fix this problem is to get a clean shot in...maybe we can
nick'em...slow'em down," Jackson
said with Sierra nodding in agreement.
"It's gonna take to long to get sharp shooters down here; swat's on
the other side of the city on a job at a drug house."
"Why can't
we do it," a southern drawn voice said coming from behind them, "I
can hit that ass from fifty yards," she said turning all the attention to
herself. Standing there 5 ft 10, 170
lbs, and solid mass the 19-year veteran from Sheldon South Carolina unsnapped
her holster. "Now just wait a
minute Max the department is still on the hot seat from the last
shooting," the lieutenant said, and then all of a sudden the bulldozer
that had been sitting motionless roared to life turning in their
direction. "Oh shit."
A floored accelerator marked the four of them
to be the next target. Scrambling for
their lives with hats, nightsticks and handcuffs flying in numerous directions
they barely escaped the deadly menace.
"That's it I'm gonna pop that wild cat," she said drawing her
9 mm from her holster from behind an over turned truck where they had taken
cover. Three consecutive shots rang out
stunning everyone the operator of the bulldozer fell limp slumping over the
controls.
"You
got'em...damn woman...you da shit," Jackson
said in awe.
"Good shoot
Max. OK...let’s go check out what we got
here," the sergeant said, but no sooner than he could turn around
criticism reared its ugly head, "cease fire god damn it who fired their
weapon?"
"Max did
sir...she took out the threat."
"That was
an unarmed civilian!!!!"
"I beg your
pardon sir but that unarmed civilian was armed with a fucking bulldozer trying
to ram us," she said fuming, "I used the necessary force needed to
stop the immediate threat SIR,"
she bellowed out standing toe to toe with the lieutenant; un-intimidated by the
man's rank. Jackson and Sierra stood off to the side
watching in total disbelief before they joined the others in attempting to free
the cop from the mangled cruiser.
"Morrison's
an asshole all week," Sierra said clearing away some of the debris.
"Yeah
SONUVABITCH coulda at least taking a day off from being an asshole today,"
Jackson responded.
"That's
what you get when ya only think about your own ass...I guess. What a dick head."
Finally Morrison stopped arguing with the
seasoned street cop; realizing he was getting nowhere. "Officer I want a use of deadly force
report before the end of your shift."
"Fine...it
beats being dead," she snapped walking away. Feeling defeated frustrated and embarrassed
Morrison looked for another outlet to vent on; walking over to cops,
firefighters, and medics working diligently to free the cop from the mangled
cruiser, "I want this mess cleaned up ASAP." For a minute, everyone stopped and looked at
the police supervisor as if he had two heads and went back to working. The sergeant stepped away from the cruiser
wiping sweat from his face, "We can't do that sir...not right now
anyway."
"And why's
that sergeant?"
"Sir this
is a crime scene."
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