10-30-2024, 08:50 AM
The woman fired a full magazine at the nightmare. Her stance and aim showed she knew how to handle the weapon. Reloading showed that she was cautious. The woman had training, that was a surety. Calvin let his own weapon disappear as she began to look around the room. The cradle with the child were gone. With the nightmare gone, its grip on the child had waned and the child was likely awake.
The woman caught a glimpse of Calvin in her peripheral, and Calvin was glad he had let his own weapon. In fact this was the reason. Calvin could smell the fear and anxiety the woman felt. Her face showed none of this, reinforcing the idea she had training. Her clothing was shifting between her civilian clothes, a detective’s suit, and a patrol cop’s uniform. She was a cop.
Cal raised his hands, showing he wasn’t armed. ”Don't worry. I’m on your side.” he said with a disarming smile. ”Cal Johnson, and I’m here because I’ve been tracking the nightmare you just killed.”
The woman caught a glimpse of Calvin in her peripheral, and Calvin was glad he had let his own weapon. In fact this was the reason. Calvin could smell the fear and anxiety the woman felt. Her face showed none of this, reinforcing the idea she had training. Her clothing was shifting between her civilian clothes, a detective’s suit, and a patrol cop’s uniform. She was a cop.
Cal raised his hands, showing he wasn’t armed. ”Don't worry. I’m on your side.” he said with a disarming smile. ”Cal Johnson, and I’m here because I’ve been tracking the nightmare you just killed.”