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skonen_blades“We need backup!” shouted Officer Saul into his cruiser’s police radio.
Heavy fire was peppering his unit with smoking holes. Someone was playing the drums on his car and Saul had no idea where the bullets were coming from.
It was just after lunch and they’d responded to an emergency call in this alley. They were pinned down and immobilized. It was only a matter of time before the bullets found something explosive or worked their way through the armour to Saul and his partner.
Their car shimmied under the hail of bullets like a shivering dog.
“Snap it back!” shrieked Officer Markowitz. He was Saul’s partner.
Both cops leaned into their head cradles, nestling the studs on the back of their necks to their seat-jacks, and hit the red panic buttons.
Immediately, the last three days of recorded data, memories and thought processes were shunted back to HQ.
Thunder kept kicking the car hard. It wouldn’t be long before the bullets made a doily out of the roof. How did neighbourhood kids get this much ammunition?
“Okay, let’s go!” yelled Saul.
“On three!” bellowed Markowitz with a maniacal grin. This was not going to go into the databanks. It was also a one way trip if this hailstorm of bullets kept up. They both knew it.
“One, two….THREE!” shouted Saul. They rolled magnesium grenades out of what was left of their car-door windows. The flash was fairly weak under the glare of the noon day sun but anyone looking directly at it would be blinded for a moment.
Markowitz and Saul high-fived each other, shouldered open their battered doors, and both tucked and rolled out of the cruiser, guns pointed skyward and firing.
Their bullets rained up, the ammunition from an entire street gang rained down.
Markowitz felt the bullets stitch their way up his body to his eye before it all went black.
Saul flash-cooked with a laugh when the bullets finally pierced the armour of the car’s gas tank.
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Back at HQ, bodies awoke with shuddering gasps. They were right beside each other in the clone tanks.
Markowitz’s fresh body was weak and unused but healthy with a 90 per cent match of features from the previous one. The moments before his death spooled out in his head.
Saul’s body was shorter this time, and more muscled. They were getting low on matching stock for him. His body type was less common.
They had at least two weeks of physiotherapy ahead of them to get them back up to cop status.
“It’s a good thing we called for backup,” Said Markowitz.
“You got that right.” said Saul, and called in an air strike for the alley.
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Heavy fire was peppering his unit with smoking holes. Someone was playing the drums on his car and Saul had no idea where the bullets were coming from.
It was just after lunch and they’d responded to an emergency call in this alley. They were pinned down and immobilized. It was only a matter of time before the bullets found something explosive or worked their way through the armour to Saul and his partner.
Their car shimmied under the hail of bullets like a shivering dog.
“Snap it back!” shrieked Officer Markowitz. He was Saul’s partner.
Both cops leaned into their head cradles, nestling the studs on the back of their necks to their seat-jacks, and hit the red panic buttons.
Immediately, the last three days of recorded data, memories and thought processes were shunted back to HQ.
Thunder kept kicking the car hard. It wouldn’t be long before the bullets made a doily out of the roof. How did neighbourhood kids get this much ammunition?
“Okay, let’s go!” yelled Saul.
“On three!” bellowed Markowitz with a maniacal grin. This was not going to go into the databanks. It was also a one way trip if this hailstorm of bullets kept up. They both knew it.
“One, two….THREE!” shouted Saul. They rolled magnesium grenades out of what was left of their car-door windows. The flash was fairly weak under the glare of the noon day sun but anyone looking directly at it would be blinded for a moment.
Markowitz and Saul high-fived each other, shouldered open their battered doors, and both tucked and rolled out of the cruiser, guns pointed skyward and firing.
Their bullets rained up, the ammunition from an entire street gang rained down.
Markowitz felt the bullets stitch their way up his body to his eye before it all went black.
Saul flash-cooked with a laugh when the bullets finally pierced the armour of the car’s gas tank.
Back at HQ, bodies awoke with shuddering gasps. They were right beside each other in the clone tanks.
Markowitz’s fresh body was weak and unused but healthy with a 90 per cent match of features from the previous one. The moments before his death spooled out in his head.
Saul’s body was shorter this time, and more muscled. They were getting low on matching stock for him. His body type was less common.
They had at least two weeks of physiotherapy ahead of them to get them back up to cop status.
“It’s a good thing we called for backup,” Said Markowitz.
“You got that right.” said Saul, and called in an air strike for the alley.
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