GreenCoast City Police Stories

Xavier and Bomb

I ended the call with Xavier, he said he would be here in five minutes, so I had to prepare myself. Xavier smokes, and I hate the smell, and I'm scared of the smoke smell. You see, My father would smoke all the time when I was young. Once my parents were divorced, I thought I wouldn't have to deal with the smoke, but I was entirely wrong. My brother, Brendon, and I visited him during every other weekend, and he smoked in his apartment. It smelt bad, during the summer, I would have the windows open, but during the winter I would have to deal with it. Once, when I was asleep, I woke up suddenly, I felt like couldn't breath at all. I panicked, quickly I unlocked the door, and stood outside in the cold. Trying to breath normally, I was fine, but since then I was scared to go visit my dad, and now I'm afraid to even be around someone who smokes. Something happened, and someone called child services on him, and I didn't get to see him until after I turned fourteen. Which, in the state guidelines, I had a choice if I wanted to go and visit him or not. It was my decision, of course, I felt bad for my brother, but not like he cared about the smoke. He got to play Minecraft there all the time.

My dad probably hated me anyway, since I was sorta the reason why child services got called. He never took good care of us, Brendon was getting bug bites, and our dad never did anything until I said something about the bites, dad never got out his air mattress for us to sleep on, and never actual punished Brendon for being bad. Brendon has autism, it does not hold him back. He just needs the right discipline, and he can accomplish almost anything! Our father would just let him play video games all day, and when he screamed yelled, or said a bad word. Nothing would happen to him, so I would try and kick him off, to show him that he shouldn't be doing what he is doing. He would just cry, and dad would yell at me, then Brendon got his way. The attention Brendon got, made me jealous, but I never hated him for it, he is my brother. I love the guy, we may argue sometimes, but he is there for me, and I'm there for him.

I look over at Huston, he was talking to the little girl. Aberdeen, I think was her name, she seemed to be laughing. She reminded me of Brendon, when he was much younger. Aberdeen noticed me watching them. She began to hide behind Huston, he looked at me, and motioned me to come over to them. "She is a bit shy, and scared, but who wouldn't be in her situation?" I nodded and looked at Aberdeen, "Don't worry we will help you, we just need your help," Aberdeen smiled softly.

A basic police car pulled up, the person from inside parked the car, and opened there car door. A young Rottweiler jumped out of the car, he was Bomb, he got his name by finding Bombs in multiple areas, during a school event outside of the campus. Bomb was not a serious worker, he knew how to do his job, but he could get very loud and hyper at times. Everyone at the station adored him, when Bombs first owner died from a stroke. Xavier became Bombs new partner. Xavier worked hard on trying to get him, and all his hard work paid off. He wanted Bomb, because Bombs previous owner was Xavier's twin, Auden. Auden was a great worker, he was a big jokester, much to my distaste, but I loved talking to the guy, he had great advice.

Bomb noticed Wolfie, who was sitting on the ground, glaring at the drug dealer. The Rottweiler trotted over to Wolfie, and touched noses with him. Wolfie glared at Bomb, but stood up, and began play bowing at Bomb. Bomb copied Wolfies movements, he adored Wolfie. No one knew why, Wolfie was just a calm, hard working dog, they never had missions together, but they seemed to get along, despite not knowing much about each other.

Huston left Aberdeen's side, and grabbed the drug dealer, "Here take him to the station. I will interrogate him when we finish helping this little girl." Xavier nodded, "He will be there waiting, don't worry." Huston gave the prisoner to Xavier. Xavier looked at the dogs, they were playing tug of war with a stick. "Bomb, it's time to go." Bomb looked at Xavier, he began walking slowly back to Xavier. I looked at Bomb, and got an idea, "Xavier, it looks like Bomb doesn't want to go. Can we keep him, we will give him back after the mission, or we will bring him to work tomorrow." He looked at Bomb, who was looking at Xavier. A sigh was heard from Xavier, "Sure, just bring him to work tomorrow, and I won't have an issue. Bomb stay with them, and listen well." Bomb barked happily, and rubbed his head on his owners knee, like a cat.

When Xavier left, we put the dogs, and Aberdeen in the backseat. I took the wheel, while Huston took the passenger side. "Aberdeen you ready to get your brothers?" Aberdeen nodded, she was still warming up to us, but she seemed to be less shy. "Where do you li-"

A sound on the radio made everyone jump. A voice was heard on the radio, it was Hannah. "Brianna Huston come in, shots are being fired, Brendon is down. We need backup, now! We are at 649 Dove St." 'Shit, we need to get there, but we would be putting Aberdeen's brothers at a great risk, but Brendon is my brother, I can't leave him, but these boys.'

My thoughts were interrupted by Aberdeen, "That is our address! We must go now, please my brothers are there!" I nodded, and hit the gas, turning on the sirens, and quickly driving to the address. 'I just hope we make it'