09-13-2014, 12:30 PM
Ivan watched carefully as the shadow resolved into a man crouched over a woman. The shadows of the night cut planes and angles on his face as he looked up at him placidly. The man's hands went up and he seemed to....unfold himself to a height taller than him. Not by much, but the gaunt expression and way his coat hung off him made him appear unnaturally tall and skinny. He had short styled hair and a trimmed beard.
He flipped his wallet out and hit the emergency dispatch button. "This is Sarkozy. Mack-Alpha-Alpha-Charlie. I've got a female appears to be bleeding in an alley. Location embedded in comm. Copy?"
The voice on the other end radioed a confirmation and he knew that an ambulance was on its way.
Curiously, the man hadn't moved back or said anything other than to tell him that the woman was dying. The guy's reaction was odd. Ivan didn't like it. "Turn around and put your hands behind your head."
He waited for the guy to comply.
For some reason, though, his eyes kept shifting to the body, to the woman's chest. He wasn't one of those jacked up guys who enjoyed checking out women in states of injury. He'd known one or two- an ambulance driver in one case- and busting them had been pretty embarrassing for the entire force. He had been one their own, after all. But for some reason, though he kept his eye on the man, his eyes kept being drawn downward toward the woman.
He was starting to get pissed off. She was bleeding out. He wasn't going to wait for the man to take his sweet time. He strode forward, gun at the ready."I said move it!! Now!"
He flipped his wallet out and hit the emergency dispatch button. "This is Sarkozy. Mack-Alpha-Alpha-Charlie. I've got a female appears to be bleeding in an alley. Location embedded in comm. Copy?"
The voice on the other end radioed a confirmation and he knew that an ambulance was on its way.
Curiously, the man hadn't moved back or said anything other than to tell him that the woman was dying. The guy's reaction was odd. Ivan didn't like it. "Turn around and put your hands behind your head."
He waited for the guy to comply.
For some reason, though, his eyes kept shifting to the body, to the woman's chest. He wasn't one of those jacked up guys who enjoyed checking out women in states of injury. He'd known one or two- an ambulance driver in one case- and busting them had been pretty embarrassing for the entire force. He had been one their own, after all. But for some reason, though he kept his eye on the man, his eyes kept being drawn downward toward the woman.
He was starting to get pissed off. She was bleeding out. He wasn't going to wait for the man to take his sweet time. He strode forward, gun at the ready."I said move it!! Now!"