I don't know what the hell I heard when they smashed the glass of the cockpit windshield to get at the pilot, but we all heard it. Not just me, everyone near the cockpit as I was, heard the radio crackle to life, and one sentance, repeated several times... "C-c-cc-cold... Soooo c-c-c-c-c-cold." It creeped the hell outta me, honestly. After a second, however, nobody seemed to give a damn about that voice, 'cause they were all giving a damn about the injured pilot.
The fire crew's hoses were a few seconds too late, and anyone standing too near the wreckage was thrown back from the force of the explosion as the flames managed to finally consume the entirety of the fuel tank in the left wing. Some of us got back into our cars and boats with burns at the end of it all.
There was much confusion in the station when Jamie and I finally got back, my left hand was burnt a bit, it wasn't that bad, just a small patch of skin on the back of my hand, but it hurt in a way that felt like it couldn't have been made by something natural. The room quieted when captain Smith strode in. he's the type of guy you love to hate but can't to his face, else he arrests you for assaulting a police officer (He's done it before). The captain got these moods sometimes... but that day he wasn't in one (Thank god). He stepped up to our precinct's two detectives, looked them both in the eyes... "Hunter, Montgomery! I want you two on this case, I know we have no evidence of foul play, but you two are the best we have for the job, go out and find some!" he said, glancing around the room, his eyes came to rest on me... "And take Card with you!" With that, he stormed back into his office.
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Twisted Reality
ParanormalA young Toronto police officer is faced with hard decisions to make... A small plane downed at the island airport, First officer missing... a pickup truck run off the road by a black sedan... the children of two detectives injured in the crash... no...
