Conversation, end of day trivia, half business, half social. "Do you have plans for the weekend?" "Any documentation that you need?"
Gunfire. In the building. I am moving, putting stuff down, drawing weapon, moving towards the sound... No one else is moving yet, my head is crystal clear and everything is in slow motion. Tactics and odds. Data: Why only one shot? No return fire? Maybe nothing (relatively nothing, suicide or negligent discharge) maybe no one else has unfrozen yet. I feel my partner behind me as I clear room, room, room.
Last room. A weapon on a chair, a badly shaken man. Accidental discharge. Clear the room, make the weapon safe, check for injury. Then leave it to the person who owns the problem.
Return to the office, take up the thread of the conversation: "I don't think you finished what we talked about at lunch..."
For some reason only reading this makes me focus a lot more on my surroundings. My breath gets a bit strained even.
ReplyDeleteGetting something described like this is to me more telling than photos.
Oh, and I've been reading your blog for a few months now. Really like your way of writing I must say, and the thoughtfulness of it adds a lot to the experience.