"NYPD, warrant! NYPD, warrant!"
"Police! Police!" The shouts of the officers fill the house amidst the breaking of glass. "Police!"
The house is dark; flashlights switch on, panning around the building interior.
The sound of barking intensifies. We sent the drone up, and the rotor wash is like a constant insect buzz. More glass breaks as the SWAT ladder makes entry from all access points.
I nod towards the nearest closed door.
"Let's clear this out," I tell my partner. Moments later, I call out: "Clear."
"Hey, Beast," Ken calls to get my attention. He points to a closet on his left.
"You wanna search that? Go ahead; I'll hold you." I station myself outside the door.
A woman I'm assuming is the fugitive's wife comes out of the master bedroom crying.
"I-I don't wanna press charges," she blubbers. With a black eye.
"I don't give a shit," I mutter, marching past. "He's going to jail."
One by one, we search the rooms.
I bang on the last door I can see on this floor. "NYPD, make yourself known!"
"Cover left," I tell Ken. Six feet of black fury, he's the only one I trust with my life. "I'm lethal, you got less?"
"Yep."
"Hold long for me right here," I order. "Cover long."
When I try the door, however, it's locked. Listening carefully, I can hear someone pacing around on the other side.
I motion for the officers to huddle.
"So here's the game plan I have right now," I murmur. "Ken's gonna go outside, get PID, keep a tase on him in case he tries anything. I'll barge in and apprehend. If he resists, you join me."
"Copy."
"Lethal first," I remind. "I'm taser one."
"I'll be taser two."
"Ken, go outside and try to get a visual on him through the window."
"Ten-four," he nods, then jogs off to do as bid.
I look back over my shoulder through the window at the onlookers from before creeping up on us again.
"You come any closer, we're gonna have a different talk, you understand?" My gruff bark keeps them at bay.
"Want me to handle 'em, Beast? Smoke 'em out real quick?"
"No, I don't think they'll give us any trouble."
I try the door again, then give it a good kick. "Barricaded," I mutter. "Tony, get me something heavy."
This seems to rile Ron right up. His muffled yelling sounds through the door.
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The Boy [mxb]
General FictionDario Romano, also known as Beast, is a hardened police officer and volunteer firefighter. The last thing he expected while on a crime scene is for a nineteen-year-old homeless boy with wild hair and owl eyes to take his hand. #1 - bl | January 27...