I was watching this particular scumbag across the street, hiding to make sure he didn’t see me. The scumbag was slowly drawing the noose that was around his neck tighter and tighter. He was walking across the park toward the undercover cop that was going to buy his drugs. His breath fogged out around his face as he walked through the crunching snow. The cop next to me is part of the side group that was assigned to capture this guy. We selected the dilapidated house that he was dealing drugs in because it was far enough away from other houses yet still close to the street so that it made the perfect place to attempt to capture him. The suspect has been dealing drugs to all the teens in the local area, we had to stop him here, or he would keep destroying the lives of teens.
His name is Joseph Priatt, the bastard has 6 priors for drug dealing, this time he had a gun on him and wasn't afraid to use it. With 2 wounded officers in past cases we were being very careful not to aggravate him. As I watched him approach my colleague, I got the feeling we were in for something bad.
Sometimes I get these hunches, you see. They have never been wrong and I don’t know what they are from, but when I get them, boy do I listen to them. In more than one situation these hunches have saved my life. I call it an overactive Women’s Intuition. Although there are some bad things that come with this power. Like being able to tell when the ex-boyfriend that you were engaged to is cheating on you... with another man.
All that being said, as he approached our officer I could see the gun sticking out of the waistband of his pants. It was then that he started talking to our undercover cop and asked questions to make sure he wasn't a plant. Priatt was talking to the officer, asking about all sorts of thing. “Hows your wife? Had a fun weekend? Shitty weather isn't it?” It was then that the shit hit the fan…
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Priatt asked the undercover officer what he had been up to all day and the cop answered with the predetermined line. Priatt looked at him with a raised eyebrow and pursed his lips at the officer. He proceeded to pull out the gun and shoot the officer in the head.
“What the hell.” I blurted in shock. All of the cops in the area were stunned by what had happened. Priatt had shot the undercover officer in the head and started to run away. Rage twisted my face as I watched his running profile. Every cop in the vicinity leapt out of their hiding places to chase after Priatt. He ran into an alley that was closest to my hiding spot. I sprinted after him only to find myself staring at him with a big grin on his face…
“Oh Natalia… You just had to be the first to run in here…” Praitt glared at me while he slowly raised his gun toward me. My mind reeled over him using my first name. The sheer absurdity of him using my name made my body freeze, and forget all of the training I had learned. I just stood there frozen like an idiot while Priatt slowly raised the gun, aimed, and shot me in the head…
Dying is a funny feeling. At first I felt an excruciating pain in my head, then a lightheadedness that slowly consumed my whole body. I felt myself float upward, I knew I was dead and being transported to heaven. As I looked down, I saw the rest of my officer buddies shooting Priatt full of lead as he stood there jiggling around. As I reached “Heaven” I had one of my intuitions. That I was not going to my eternal resting place, but was going to be asked questions and sent on my way.