Adam 9 And A Car To Back

It was 23 hundred too early in the shift for any real trauma, but a typical Full Moon Friday. Add in the fact it was only 18 degrees, raining and lightening with a rhythmic predictability and you have the stage set for a class A cluster.

The brothers never were assigned to the same shift. However, from time to time, their work over lapped. Bill/Adam 9 was en-route to a 10-58 Silent Alarm. No big deal tonight the weather alone had alarms going off all over town.

Central: "Adam 9 and a car to back I have a 10-58 at 1-0-0-2 north Main Street location shows the Radio Shack. Adam 9"

Bill responded as always "Adam 9 go ahead"

Central: " Adam 9 and a car to back north side perimeter was tripped in secondary zone."

Howard always faithful to his brother "Adam 10 show me backing"

Central: "10-4 showing Adam 9 & Adam 10 en-route, 2301 hours"

Bill: "Adam 10 switch to C (C is the talk around channel on the police radio)

Bill: "Bubba, I see your staying over on my shift for some real police work, good for you"

Howard: "No, it’s good for you, Take notes if ya gotta, cause I’m on a roll tonight!"

Bill: "Show Adam 9 & Adam 10 on scene"

Central: "10-4, 2311 hours"

Bill: "Adam 10 back to C. "

Howard: "go ahead"

Bill: "Back motion lights are out"

Howard: "I see it. Two clicks on the hand held for go ahead one for hold "

Bill: "As always"

Bill steps out of the squad car looking through every drop of rain. Back door is a jarred. Gun to hand, one click on the hand held radio. Howard’s mind is racing easing up to the northeast corner waiting for the go ahead he’s halfway kneeling trying to see as far around that corner as possible.

The double clink rings out. Howard turns the corner. Bill gives the sign and they began to clear each room. They cut the pie like clockwork till they each take a hallway.

Bill inches through the door way when he sees the outline of black on black funny but even in the dead of night you can see a man’s silhouette if so trained. Palm to apple (just like boot camp, Adams Apple first best choice). Suspect was down and zip tied with only a thump to break the sound of the rain. Still on both knees he slow opened a closet door. Why he can't say he just felt a presence there. Screaming back in the darkness of the night, teeth. Fanged and quivering through a deep low growl. Bill didn’t know how the suspect had got the guard dog in there but he was fresh out of ideas on how to keep him in it at this point. He hit his flash point without a doubt. Hands were sweating, hair on neck on end and a slight trimmer in his left hand as he lowered it slightly. Who would end this stand off?

The dog leaned into his growl without lifting a paw. The only good news was Bill couldn’t see the true size of this ninety-eight pound brut hackled from head to tail. He had holstered his side arm to grab his zip ties. No matter how he looked at this there was no happy ending; He set his mind to go for his knight stick and let the battle rage. The animal’s hind legs bent and you could feel his energy travel to his front paws ready to leap. He took to air as Bill scrambled to one knee and with one motion grabbed his nightstick ready for the worst. Then from no where Howard’s 45 broke the silence and brought the stand off to a close. Now all that was left the writing of a report to explain one dead guard dog.