#8 FLASH: Behind His Back
The man shook his head in sincarity, "Get the chef! Now!" He yelled as he grabbed on of the phones
and drew it ot his face, "Hello? Hello!" He slammed the phone down, "Max!"
Max ranup to his side jumping over the people laying on the floor, "Jack! What the hell is going on!"
"Did you eat any of the food!" he yelled as he looked at the dozens of people on the floor,
"No I didn't."
"There is something in the food!" He reached into his trenchcoat and brought out a cellular, "Here, callfor back up, and an ambulence. Somebody get the cook! He might try to escape!" he yelled. Just before he turned around he heard a loud gun shot, when he turned to th door to the kitchen, he saw a police officer flying backwards with four massive bloody bullet flying from his back and sending him to the floor,. "Its rigged!" One of the officers yelled,
"I know its fucking rigged!" Jack yelled back.
"We need an ambulance here right away, we have up to fifty police officers dead, one gunned down,
and twenty still standing. We dont' know whtas going on! IF we knew we would tell you! 632 West 9ths
street! Get here now!" Max yelled into the cellular phone then hung it up.
"Byrell! Get away from the window!" Jack yelled, but he was seconds too late when a riddle of bullets
came flying through the window shattering it and slamming into Deputy Byrell. He almost dancee to the
bullets as it rittled him all over his body then fell into a pool of blood. Jack began to crawl from person to
person, "This one is alive!" He yelled and moved to the next one, "This one is dead!" Then he saw the chief
who had fallen down the stairs and laying on his left side with a pool of blood dangling in his mouth and
dripping to the floor, "oh shit! Drason! Don't do this to me! Speak to me!" he yelled as he checked his
pulse.
Max crawled up next to him, "Is he still alive?"
"Barely."
*FLASH*
The blurred vision began to transform and focus into a tiny medal fragment, "That is what we pulled out of the Commander Drason Thats a definate medal fragment. This was constructed into exact precision. Not big enough to be seen, but small enough not to be seen if one was eating it. But just big enough to cut up the iside of a person's digestive track. There is not way anybody could have knon these were medal. They look just like pepper. Somebody saw this, and they would think the chef put pepper."
"He definately put some mixture in there to kick it up another notch. Thats for sure." Max said as he maneuvered his way around Jack and looked at the microscope. Jesus, that looks like it could cause one hell of a laceration."
"How is the chief anyways?" Jack asked as he looked through the bodies with the blankets over them.
"Well, he will be fine, he will have to have a kindey transplant. And a blood transfusion, he is also in a coma. But its only for a temporary amount of time, we pumped him with more blood not too long ago. he should be up and moving soon enough. I am giving him a stricked diet, mostly liquids, he will have to eat everythign in a liquid form, his stomach is pritty scratched up and still too weak to digest solid foods. And he will also be like this for quite a while."
"I want you to call me as soon as he is up and running. Here is my card." He said bringing out a small strip of paper from his coat jacket. It has my office phone, home phone, cellular phone, and my beeper number." he said as the man took it and looked at it.
"Will do."
Thankyou doctor. And I will also be needing those D.N.A samples as soon as you can get them to me."
"I mailed both samples in last weak. So, the blood types should be arriving soon enough.But they told me that if you need more definitive proof, then another week will be requested."
"I need all information you get, as soon as you get them."