The Lost Warrior 2: The Police Fight

Chapter 4: Old Friends

The night sleep slowly became a nightmare. The terrifying nightmares of the war continued to haunt me. I thought the nightmares were over since it has been almost 2 months since I had my last one. I woke up in the middle of the night laying on the floor.

I had rolled over during the night and fell off the bed, that must explain the falling from the plane part of the nightmare. I breathed heavily and looked around quickly. I took a deep breath and stood up, making sure I wasn't hurt. I tried to turn the lamp next to my bed on but it wouldn't turn on.

I walked to my bedroom door and turned the overhead light on. The lamp was busted and glass from the light bulb was scattered across the floor. I looked down at my hand and saw a big cut across my hand. I went to the bathroom and grabbed the medical kit.

After a half an hour I got dressed in my police uniform and went to the station. My hand still hurt but I had to deal with it. I was assigned patrol again, so I just grabbed my gear and headed out. I decided to go on my own today and let Mason sleep in, he's a good kid and I don't want him to get killed.

I drove around the city, taking a look at my hand every once in a while to see if it was bleeding. It wasn't getting any better, my hand shook and I felt weak. I thought for a minute before I grabbed my radio.

"This is Officer Yasher to HQ," I spoke.

"What is it Yasher?" Chief asked.

"I'm heading to the hospital to have my hand checked out," I replied.

"Alright Yasher, do you need a day off?" He asked.

"No sir I can still patrol," I answered.

"Alright take it easy," he said.

"Roger that, Yasher out" I said as I put my radio back.

I went to the hospital and had to get stitches in my hand, lucky me. I was surprised that I didn't get severely hurt. The doc told me to take it easy, but of course I'm a stubborn fox. I walked out and got back in my cruiser.

I patrolled the city for a few hours before anything exciting occurred. I caught what looked like a drug deal with the corner of my eye as I drove. I stopped the car and started to walk down the dark alley. They didn't notice me until I got at least 5 feet away from them.

"Good evening gentlemen," I said and they took off running.

I grabbed the one sheep by the arm and pulled my stun gun out. I quickly aimed at the other and shot him in the back. He dropped instantly and I took my handcuffs, putting them on the one I grabbed. It was funny to me seeing the other drop like a rag-doll.

I took my other set of handcuffs and put them on the other. Neither of them were going anywhere anytime soon so I decided to search them.

"Drugs huh? What a shame." I said as I pulled a bag of cocaine out of one of their pockets.

"That ain't mine man!" The one said.

"It's in your pocket so it is yours," I said aggressively and led them both to the car.

It was a shame, people using drugs just to get this so called enjoyment. I didn't hesitate to push them both into the back seat and slam the door. It's just another day at work. I took them back to the station and turned them in for possession of narcotics.

I knew this job would lead to me patrolling all the time but it was better than nothing. I had to be a little thankful because they didn't have to give me this job. I walked around town for a little while, trying to clear my mind of all the chaos. The war and everything was still trapped in my mind.

I had walked for what seemed miles. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, just normal people driving down the road and people walking on the sidewalk. I felt like I was being watched as I walked. It was a strange feeling that seemed to grow.

I turned around quickly to see a shadowy figure run into the alley. I quickly grabbed my pistol and slowly started to walk towards the alley. It had set me on full attention, I only focused on finding out who this figure was. I came around the corner of the alley and grabbed the figure, putting. My arm across its chest and holding my pistol up to there head.

"Who are you and why are you following me?" I asked quickly.

"Friendly friendly, it's me Macy," she replied quickly.

I let go and put my pistol away almost immediately. If I had known it was her from the start I would have never got my pistol out. But with my war set mind I was forced to react that way. She had seemed scared when I first grabbed her but as soon as I let go she took a deep breath and smiled.

"I was gonna surprise you," she said," but I don't know if I'll ever do that again."

I chuckled and started to walk down the sidewalk again. She followed right behind me and walked so cheerfully. We walked together in silence for a while. It was relaxing but I knew I had to stay on guard.

She looked at me and smiled, her sweet smile reminded me of Alice. I had looked away in what I thought was sadness. I look at Macy and I could see my wife. She had slowly grabbed my hand and held it, that was as much at I could take.

I pulled my hand away from her and stopped walking. She had pushed a little to far for our friendship and it was starting to trigger flashbacks. I looked deep into her eyes. She had looked at me as if she had done something wrong.

"Please officer Macy, do not touch me, we are good friends but we are not a couple," I snarled at her.

"I'm sorry Max, I thought it would cheer you up," she apologized.

"It didn't cheer me up, it triggered flashbacks that I wish I could stop seeing," I said calmly.

"Max I'm so sorry," she said sadly.

"It's alright, I'll get over it," I sighed.

It was strange how she grabbed my hand all of a sudden. I wondered why she had done it for a while as we walked. I couldn't get over the fact that she did it. But I tried not to worry about it because it really didn't matter.

I walked down the familiar streets that I used to roam as a kid. It never really changed since I was last here 10 years ago. I had walked down the street I used to live on and saw a familiar van sitting in the alley. I had smiled and walked to the back of the van and knocked on the door.

A smaller fox came to the door carrying a baseball bat. It was my old friend Travis. He may have looked like a kid but he was actually 40 years old. He looked at me with a smile and he jumped out of the van.

"Hey my old friend Max Yasher," He said in excitement, " what brings you back here?"

"Police business, I finally got me a job after the military," I said.

"Oh so you actually did that huh," he said with a smile.

"Yeah, so man years in that desert was like hell," I spoke in a light tone.

"So what you doing here being a cop?" He asked.

"I thought about it for a while so I decided to get a job as a police officer," I said.

Travis had looked at my police badge and lost his smile. He acted as if he didn't trust me anymore now that I was a cop. I don't blame him, we used to run around together and cause all kinds of illegal trouble. The best part about it was we were never caught causing trouble so we never worried about it.

"So why did you come here?" Travis asked.

"What can I no longer see my best friend?" I asked.

"That's not what I was saying Max," he answered.

"I better get back to patrolling anyways, I don't get paid to just stand around," I smiled.

Travis smiled and watched Macy and I walk off down the street. It was good to see my old friend again, but he seemed different. I guess time had really changed him since we used to hang out. Macy had looked at me and wondered what I was thinking about, but she knew it wasn't any of her business.