Saturday. 10:05 PM.

[911. What’s your emergen--]

“Shots fired! Repeat shot’s fired! Requesting back up, St. Marlene hospital, now!”

Captain Ford ducked behind the nursing station before bullets snapped at his head. Even with all the chatter of guns, he chanced to poke his head out to return several rounds of his own. No matter what angle he tried to fight back, it was no use.

The hospital waiting room had too many people. Despite the fact they all crouched down or hit flat stomach prone, the chances of stray fire hitting them was too high. As desperate as he was to not die, he couldn’t risk hurting another.

“Everyone stay down! Don’t get up! Stay––” Ford flinched as several enemy rounds ripped through nursing station, shattering flower pots and spilling water into his eyes.

Several men with handguns marched out from the nearest bathroom. Together, in a tight cluster.

No body armour, not even a long sleeved shirt. Only tank tops, shorts, sneakers. They all strolled in a single file line through the waiting room. They fired their guns over the crowd, reckless abandon. Laughter mixed in with their shooting, loud enough to be heard by everyone. They made their way towards the hospital doors.

As if!

Ford reached over to grab a nearby hospital bed. He punched the lock off the wheels and gave it a kick. It zipped away from him and he rushed after it through the waiting room. Right as the gunmen turned to fire back, he shoved the hospital bed to tip over as a barricade to catch the shots. He returned fire with two blasts!

No good! The gunmens’ reflexes were faster! They ducked behind some vending machines, the glass ripping off and soda bottles exploding all over. Ford cursed when his gun clicked and he changed a new magazine. Just as he was about to make his next move––

“P-Police! D-Drop y-your weapon!” An officer in uniform staggered from the bathroom, where the gunmen just left. His head was cracked open, fresh blood spilling down his hair and face. The officer stumbled, one hand to his holster. His fingers could only snatch at thin air however. Ford noticed his gun was missing from his holster. The captain tried to call out and––

Too late. the gunmen popped three rounds into the officer’s chest, making him tip over.

Ford cursed again, slamming a fist against the hospital bed. With a roar he gripped onto the frame of the bed to heave it forward as his bulldozer, crashing over empty wheel chairs. He dragged it over to where the fallen officer was, using the bed as their barricade now. After firing back, he noticed movement in the bathroom and aimed his gun on reflex.

A second officer? He was crawling on the ground, gripping his one legs saturated in blood.

“Back up is on the way!” Ford hollered waving at the injured officer. “Stay down! Your partner’s hit, put pressure on his wound!”

The officer with the bleeding leg nodded and he dragged his partner’s body over. Regardless of his injuries, he propped himself up to start putting his weight on the wounds, calling out to keep the fallen conscious.

Sirens.

The blaring of sirens and flash of red-blue started to shine from the exit. Captain Ford peeked over his cover. The gunmen were already facing off with several units of police cars. Two officers just got out of their cruisers and red popped off their bodies before they slumped back in their vehicle. Another two were pinned down behind their car doors.

Worse.

Ford saw a gunman dragging a hostage. A teen with a rainbow toque on his head. Didn’t look more than 18 years old. Pulled by the wrist, stumbling.

“STOP!” Captain Ford bolted over the hospital bed and charged. He tackled into one of the gunmen from behind and snatched the teen from the group! “Don’t worry, kid! Stay down and––”

SMACK!

“GOOOH!”

The hostage punched Ford right in the face. Handcuffs sliced into his flesh, drawing blood. Red dripped down into his eyes and he tried to blink them out, re orientating his dazed mind. Just as he reached up to wipe them away, he felt someone shove something into his hand.

Ping

“...” Ford’s eyes stopped being blurry. Adrenaline filled his fight or flight system. His eyes were staring at what was in his hand.

A grenade.

The teen chuckled, spinning the safety pin around his one finger like a key. With a flip of a bird, the gunman patted him on the back before towing him into a car parked outside. The getaway car revved to life, bashing through one dead cruiser and trampling over the hospital gardens.

The one cruiser started up and commenced pursuit.

So the getaway dropped two more grenades.

BOOM! BOOM!

The first explosion tore off the entire front engine. The second kicked the burning wreckage over to make several flips. It then crashed into the hospital fountain, smashing apart an angelic statue. It continued to burn...no one climbed out of the wreck.

The gunmen’s laughter could be heard over the flames as they sped through streets of the Big Metro City. Drunk drivers having a good time.