Chapter 4. Swat Point of View
Blinded and deafened. Eight officers and a watch commander staggered out the door, calling for immediate backup and EMS over her radio.
“We have a multi-casualty event, I am declaring an MCI. We have ten officers needing assistance in the foyer of the police headquarters. We have a suspect in a shooting barricaded inside. We are withdrawing outside the front door.”
Looking around, she picked up the ram, bumping the chair it leaned against as she did so.
Something rolled out and a lever popped off.
The grenade burst, but it was different this time.
This time it was a stinger
Pellets flew everywhere, a few striking two objects stuck into the acoustic tile in the ceiling.
Two more stinger grenades with spikes thrown up to the panels, stuck-fast and remained armed with hair-wires that waited for something to touch them.
Like a pellet.
Two more explosions of the polymer-bead laden grenades overlapped each other.
The air became thick with three-thousand randomly directed high-velocity pellets, leaving welts on the officers and clerks convinced, with screams of pain, that shrapnel was shredding them.
Sergeant Leslie Murrie’s left side of her face was on fire as if someone had slapped her, hard. Holding a hand to her face, it throbbed and felt like the skin was falling off.
“Backup! We need backup! We have bombs in the foyer and people down!” She tried to use a controlled, calm voice but it came out as a shriek as she staggered out the doors with the other entry team members, choking and stumbling.
She was the last one to leave the seating area, leaving after even the worst hurt of the clerks and officers that had stumbled or tripped during the fourteen explosions and something that just plain hurt.
“Backup en route.” It was dispatch, speaking as calmly as if giving a weather report.”Mutual-aid Sheriff, swat and all patrol units en route to your location. Stand-by for ETA.”
“Disregard ETA update, just get them here.”
This annoyed Leslie that they were so calm, but then, they were three floors underground and isolated from this bad-guy that made a wreck of the foyer and her team. But, she was wrong about dispatch being isolated.