It had been a busy night, i'd just sat down on my break as my radio rudely woke me. "There's an armed burgulary in progress - please could you attend?" Of course I will, thats a £20 disturbed break, thank you very much. As I pootled along my brain began to catch up. "Er...I know it's a girly thing to say" I said to the radio "but have the attackers gone?"
Apparently the Police were on their way too, if I squinted I could see a faint blue haze in the distance.
It looked like there had been a viscous attack, bloody handprints smeared across walls, droplets of blood outside leading us to the patients like a sweet trail. the guy who was well built and not far off 7 foot tall was sat in an armchair, his partner sat shaken and battered on the sofa.
She's been taken upstairs and put in the bath, her wrists cable tied and completely wrapped in sheets. They were going to dowse her in liquid and set fire to her, for whatever reason, probably due to the fact that her partner opened the safe for them, they let her go.
Happy Christmas.
Friday, January 20, 2012
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