Anon x Spitfire LAPD PiE
DAY 2
>*beep beep beep*
>...
>*beep beep beep*
>You smack the top of the alarm clock, hitting the buttons and turning the alarm off
>Sliding out of bed, you rub your eyes and look around the room
>Bright enough to see, as usual
>You walk over to your wardrobe and put on your dressing gown
>Heading out into the kitchen, you see Spitfire, sitting at the table, in Uniform, eating some toast
"Good morning"
>"Oh, Morning Anon! Sleep well?"
"As well as I can, yea. Where'd you get the uniform, Spits?"
>"I got up early and got directions back to my hotel"
"Couldn't you have had breakfast there?"
>Spitfire pauses before answering
>"Heh, yeah, I could have done that, now that I think of it. You'd be wondering where I was and you'd have no way to contact me if I did do that though, so there's an advantage"
"Good point. I'm going to take a shower, then get dressed and have breakfast, then we can leave for the station"
>"Mkay!" Spitfire mumbles through her toast
>You walk back to your bedroom and take all parts of your uniform and carry them to the bathroom
 
>You use the toilet before taking a quick shower
>After the shower, you dry off and put your uniform on
>Belt, badge, gun, nightstick and radio being some of the large items on the uniform
>You head outside the bathroom and over to the counter to make breakfast, but Spitfires voice stops you
>"I made you some toast, if you'd like it"
>You turn to Spitfire at the table, who sure enough has a second plate of buttery warm toast beside her
"Oh, thanks! I should have you stay overnight more often, it's pretty productive from what I can see"
>Spitfire giggles before responding
>"Oh yea, thanks again for letting me stay, the bed was very comfy and warm"
"Mmm, I turned on the heating before I went to bed after you arrived, you seemed like you were cold when you came in"
>"Thanks"
>The two of you eat away at your toast until you both finish
>You take out your phone and check the calendar
>Nothing important on it
>Great
>You walk towards the door as Spitfire leaves her plate on the counter and hovers over to you as you unlock the door, exit the apartment and lock the door
 
>You both head for the elevator as you yawn, checking to make sure you have everything
>Like everyday, you do have everything
>The elevator arrives and you both get on and take it down, the stereotypical jazz music you are accustomed to playing
>When the elevator reaches the bottom floor, you both get out and head outside into a beautifully sunny and warm morning, the sun glistening down on Los Angeles, not a cloud in sight
>You begin walking towards the bus stop until Spitfires voice stops you
>"Hey Anon!? Where are you going? Your car is here!"
>You turn back before speaking
"I usually take the regular bus to work"
>"Don't bother, come on, just drive there"
>You sigh as you get your car keys out
"Alright then"
>You unlock the car and enter, putting your seatbelt on as Spitfire puts here on
>You start the engine of the car and pull out into traffic and begin your travel to work
>Traffic is high, with everybody on their morning commute
>It takes a while to get a few blocks, but when you do, you pull over at a cafe
"You want a latte?"
>"Oh, uh, Sure"
"Great, wait here"
>You hop out of the vehicle and close the door, entering the cafe
>It's next to empty, obviously only just opening for the day
>You ask a woman at the counter for two lattes on the go, and she comes back with two lattes in disposable cups
>You grab two plastic spoons and a few brown sugars as you pay the woman and leave, heading back to the car
>Spitfire leans over and opens the door of the car and you put both cups into the cup holder
>"Thanks Anon!"
"No problem Spits"
>You lay out the spoons and sugar packets beside the gear stick and start up the car, driving back into traffic
>Spitfire gets to adding sugar and stirring her coffee immediately while you do the same at red lights
 
>Your travel is briefly halted by fire engines and ambulances whiz ing by with their sirens on
>"Not even 24 hours and I've seen emergency vehicles with lights on when I'm off duty"
"You talk about it like an accomplishment. LA's a big city, it's common to see fire engines and ambulances fly by, there's always fires or injured people in this city"
>"I suppose it's just Equestria rubbing off on me. Like I've said before, local emergencies arn't common where I lived"
"I know that"
>You resume your driving after the convoy of emergency vehicles pass, drinking coffee as you go
>The rest of the trip is uneventful as you soon arrive at the station, pulling into the parking lot, getting out of the car with Spitfire and locking it
>You put your hat on while Spitfire makes sure her mane is standing straight, very different to what it was at dinner last night
>You both walk into the station, nothing overly exciting happening inside, the usual ambience filling your ears
>Walking up to the front desk, you sigh and lean on it as Jenelle walks over to the pair of you
>"Hello Anonymous, hello Spitfire! I'll sign you in now"
"Thanks"
>You look around the lobby as citizens sit on the chairs, criminals get hauled over to the processing desk, citizens line up at the licensing desk and officers shuffle about
>You even see a SWAT team gear up and rush through some doors to the stations garage, and shortly after you hear the wail of sirens leave the building
>You turn back to Jenelle who has just finished signing you both in for the day
>"All right 5-Adam, you're signed in, have a good watch"
"You too"
>You turn to Spitfire
"Do we need to go to your office for anything?"
>"Hopefully not, but I'll go check if I have any files or letters left for me"
>With that, she flies through some doors and up the stairs as you approach the armoury window
 
>The officer inside instantly recognises you and gets the keys under '5-Adam' off the rack and slides them onto the desk for you
>"Have a good day"
"Mm, you too"
>You walk outside and wait by the steps up to the station as you wait for Spitfire
>You don't have to wait long as she flies down from the stairs and out of the station with a pair of Aviators on
>"Alright Anon, let's go!"
"You're enthusiastic about work today, ain't ya Spits?"
>"I guess, I just feel really good today"
"That's the Italian food working"
>You both walk over to your cruiser, the same CVPI you had yesterday, and the same CVPI you've had for a year
>You unlock it, get in and put your seatbelt on, closely followed by Spitfire
>As she puts her seatbelt on, you open the glove box and take out a case for sunglasses
>Opening it, you take out your Ray-Ban Aviators and put them on
>"Copying me, huh officer?"
"Can't have one officer in a squad car have aviators on without the other officer wearing some too, Sarge"
>"Okay then, let's go. You're still copying me, though"
"Am not, CHP have worn them for years, it's like their signature, so naturally American cops this side of the country wear them"
>"CHP?"
>You start up the engine and drive into the traffic before replying
"California Highway Patrol"
>"Oh"
"Yea, now, you gonna call us in or will I?"
>"I'll do it"
>Spitfire pics up the cars radio and presses the button, speaking
>"Dispatch, this is Sergeant Spitfire and Officer Anonymous, call sign 5-Adam, start of watch, over"
>"Copy that 5-Adam"
>Pulling into the still busy morning traffic, Spitfire speaks up over the random radio chatter
>"What wise tips have you got for me today, Anon?"
"Hm, let me see... If you feel like using the bathroom, don't hesitate to let me know so we can find a bathroom, it's natures way of telling you that you'll be directing traffic at a crash for an hour"
>Spitfire laughs at your advise before replying
>"Good advice there"
 
>As you turn a corner, you notice a large cloud of black smoke flowing out of a building, the smoke previously being covered by a building
"I'd say that's where those FD trucks were going, shit, looks like a bad fire"
>"And I thought you said I'd never find out where they were going?"
"Probably, so I still made it out that there was a chance you'd find out"
>"Should we go help out?"
"No, if they needed help they'd say over the radio, we can continue our patrol for now"
>The notice of random police radio chatter fills the car as you scan the drivers of the vehicles around you for someone without a seatbelt or in their phone, to no avail so far
>Spitfire continues to look at the fire until it's out of sight and joins you on your search for traffic law offenders
>"I miss the other Wonderbolts, Soarin, Fleetfoot..."
"What brought that up?"
>"I don't know, I think it's because I was thinking about how they'd react to that fire"
"Huh, you should invite them over some time, to the Sunshine State, when they get time"
>"You'd be okay with that?"
"What do you mean 'I'd be okay with that?', I'm not your parent, this is your life, you decide"
>"Oh, heh, yeah, you're right"
"Of course I'm right, I'm never wrong, except once"
>"Do tell"
"I thought I was wrong, but I was right"
>Spitfire rolls her eyes while smiling
>"You are as immature, you know that?"
"Gotta have some fun in a job like this, it's not all community presence policing, you'll deal with nastily stuff in this line of work, Spitfire"
 
>"Don't I know, they showed a few videos at my briefing two days ago, videos of what you guys deal with, some real nasty crime scene photos in there"
"Huh, yeah. There's been a fair share of gruesome murders here in LA"
>Paying attention to the radio, a callout is broadcast
>"Dispatch to any available unit, unit requesting backup at traffic stop, heading West on West Olympic Boulevard, near South Vermont Street, unit to handle code 2 identify"
>Spitfire picks up the radio and presses the button, speaking
>"5-Adam responding code 2 to last call, send traffic, over"
>"Copy 5-Adam, vehicle is a black Chevy Tahoe, 4 occupants, apparently rowdy, officer is requesting back up just in case"
>"10-4"
"That's just a couple if blocks from here"
>Flying through intersections with your sirens on, and turning them off with low traffic, you quickly spot the traffic stop
>You turn your ELS on and park behind the other officers vehicle, hopping out and approaching the SUV
>The individuals inside seem to be white, and the officers on scene are having a hard time with the driver
"Hey, need a hand?"
>"Oh, thanks for turning up, I thought nobody would. Just make sure they stay seated for now, we'll try talk to the driver. He was speeding and cut off other driers so we immediately stopped him"
"I see, good luck with him, looks like one of the more uncooperative ones to me"
>"Oh, he is"
>You chuckle while nodding and stand back from the front if the SUV a bit, keeping your eye on the passengers in the vehicle, Spitfire right beside you
>The other officers continue to argue with the driver, but as one of them begins writing a ticket, a man from the back seat gets out, shouting
 
>"This is fucking bullshit! You can't ticket us! Fucking pigs, we pay you!"
>As standard, you immediately take action
"Sir, take your seat back in the car now, you have to remain seated!"
>"Bullshit I do, why should I?!"
"I'll arrest you if you don't, sit back in your seat or I'll go through with my threats!"
>You raise your voice when you say this, placing your right hand on your handcuffs
>He begins to back down, giving you dirty looks as he returns to his seat
>The officers with the driver finish writing the ticket and hand it to the driver, walking away from the SUV
>"Thanks for that. You know the videos with the lone officer at a traffic stop, and the passenger gets out and shoots him and the other guy does as well. I didn't want that to happen to us with four guys. The scream in that video still haunts me, man"
"No problem at all. Better safe than sorry, eh?"
>"Better safe than dead more like"
>You, Spitfire and the officers all exchange handshakes and hoofbumps before returning to your cars
>As you both get into your patrol car, Spitfire talks in a worried tone
>"What's that video he talked about?"
"Oh, that? Here, I'll get it up for you"
>Taking out your phone, you look up the video on YouTube
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rgXQK3NfRY4
>You load the video and play it, holding it in front of Spitfire
>She watches it, a blank expression for the start, but as soon as the passenger in the video gets out of the car her expression changes to one of fear, disgust and horror
>The video goes on, the two suspects continuing to open fire on the officer, his blood-curdling screams and cries for help going on as the suspects leave him on the side of the road
>As the video continues, a new dashcam video shows other units pursuing the suspects and stopping them
>The video ends and you put your phone away, Spitfire leans back into her seat, her face still showing an expression of horror and sadness
>Her eyes well up, as if she's going to cry
 
>Since she started the video she put her Aviators resting on her forehead
>She continues to just look into the distance, her eyes on the verge of spilling tears
"Some fuckers in this world need to be put down..."
>She stays silent, her eyes staring out the windscreen
>"Did... Did he die?"
"No, thankfully he didn't. Unfortunately, I could bring up many more examples where the officer isn't so lucky"
>"Don't..."
"I won't. I know it's horrible, but it's something the law enforcement family face commonly. Hopefully it'll never happen to us, but we have to be ready"
>Spitfire lowers her head, staring at the badge on her uniform and the equipment on her belt
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shown you something like that"
>"No, it's okay. I have to know what dangers we can get involved in. I'm just... Shocked, really. They didn't show videos like that in my briefing"
"Let's get back to patrol, take your mind off it"
>You decide to take your phone out again, browsing through some songs
>Finally, you find a favourite from many years back, you grew up listening to
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sFacWGBJ_cs
>You hit play and sit your phone on the dashboard, resuming your patrol
>You begin to hum along with the song and a smile begins to creep up on Spitfires face
>As the song nears it's end, you start to sing along as the singer tells the crowd to
"What'sa matta you, hey
Gotta no respect, whatta you think you do
Why you looka so sad?
It's-a not so bad, it's-a nice-a place
Ah, shaddap you face"
>Spitfire begins to laugh, and at the start of the next verse, she sings along too
>"What'sa matta you, hey"
"Gotta no respect, whatta you think you do"
>"Why you looka so sad?"
"It's-a not so bad, it's-a nice-a place"
>"Ah, shaddap you face!"
 
>As the song finishes Spitfire can't help laughing
>"That was the most unusual song I've heard! What's it called?"
"What do you think it's called?"
>"Shaddup you face"
"Correct. It's a song sung by a man of Italian decent, born in the US and lives in Australia. I grew up listening to it"
>As you continue driving you hit heavy traffic, the area you are in becomes completely gridlocked
>Spitfire sighs, looking into the sea of vehicles
>"Got any other songs on that phone of yours? Looks like we'll be here a while"
"Sure do, let me browse them and find some nice ones"
>You pick up and unlock your phone, flicking through your songs
>You quickly come across a few brilliant songs
>The Killers - Are We Human
>The Killers - Here With Me
>Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars
>Toto Cutugno - L'italiano
>Adriano Celentano - Susanna
>You decide to add them all to a playlist and hit shuffle
>The song selected is 'Susanna'
>You let it play, and as you sit in traffic, you sing along to the only part an English speaker would know
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LdRba4hxjCk
"Susanna, Susanna, Susanna, Susanna mon amour"
>As the song continues Spitfire interrupts
>"Is this in Italian?"
"Yep"
>"Do you understand it?"
"Nope"
>"But you still like it?"
"Yep. There's this and another Italian song I have, the rest are in English"
>"Oh, good"
"Whys that good? Don't you like it?"
>"Oh, no! I do like it, I just like to be able to song to songs, and I can't really with this"
>Spitfire didn't strike you as someone who liked to sing, you just thought she was singing 'Shaddap you face' because it was a funny song
"Okay, well, I'll play an English one next then"
 
>You both sit in silence as you listen to the rest of the song
>When it finishes, you pick up your phone and change it to 'The Killers - Here With Me'
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7SxTyvOixJA
>You hit play and sit the phone back on the dashboard, slowly driving through the gridlocked traffic
>You sing along to the song, Spitfire, for the first few parts at least, just listens
>As the song gets to the middle, Spitfire joins in on the chorus
"Don't want your picture on my cell phone.
I want you here, with me.
Don't want your memory in my head, no.
I want you here, with me"
>You both sing it in unison, and continue singing the song until it ends
>You decide you've had enough music for now and pause the songs on your phone
>"Awh! I was enjoying that!"
"We can listen to music later, the gridlock is clearing up, we have to pay attention. I only listen to music on-duty when stuck in traffic"
>"I suppose that's a good idea... Hey, I've got a question"
"Shoot"
>"Are all songs you humans make about love? Almost ever song I hear from you guys is about a relationship"
"Ehm, yea, a majority of songs are about relationships, now that I think of it"
>"Why though?"
"Eh, because girls love boy bands and singers that sing love songs and romantics songs or songs involving relationships, and that makes money. There's shit relationship songs, and there's good ones, like the ones on my phone"
>You eventually reach the end of the street and find a flatbed truck and some emergency vehicles leaving the area, indicating that the gridlock was caused by a car crash
 
>You also notice the traffic lights blinking yellow, and Spitfire notices this too
>"What does that mean, Anon?"
>She says this while pointing at the flashing amber light
"It means it's broken usually. When you see a traffic light like that, you're meant to treat it like a stop sign I believe"
>As you finish your sentence, the dispatchers voice comes over the radio
>"Attention all cars, we have multiple reports of malfunctioning traffic lights causing car crashes, please exercise extreme caution at junctions with traffic lights, over"
"And there is the explanation to the traffic lights and the crash"
 
>"Dispatch to any available unit, respond code two to a public disturbance at East Fifth Street, unit to hand code two identify"
>You pick up the radio mic and press the PTT button, speaking
"5-Adam responding code two to last niner, send traffic, over"
>"Copy that 5-Adam, PR is a Mc Donald's restaurant employee, she reports that a customer is causing trouble and refusing to leave the establishment. Suspect is a brown earth pony, an Oven CM, black mane, over"
"10-4"
>You flick the switch for the lightbar and drive through the traffic towards the callout, which is a couple of blocks away from your current location
>Your response time is short, using your sirens in the blocked areas
>Turning up on scene, you pull into the car lot beside the building, taking the cruisers keys out and then hopping out, Spitfire following you
>You close your door as she does hers
>You take your hat from under your arm and put it on, entering the Mc Donald's
>Straight away you see the commotion as an Earth Pony, a rather large one at that, argues with some staff members
>Spitfire walks over with you as you intervene
"What's wrong here?"
>The staff member arguing with him turns to you and sighs
>"Thank god you showed up. This stallion refuses to leave after several complaints from other customers. He keeps saying he deserves free meals for us supposedly harassing him"
>"You ARE harassing me! You can't kick me out, I'm a customer! Officers, deal with these staff members!"
"Sir, they can kick you out of the building if they wish. You have to leave or I will be forced to arrest you, do you understand?"
>The stallion looks angrily at you but Spitfire speaks up
>"Look here, you. You're causing enough trouble here, you might think your day is ruined, but trust me buddy, we can make it a whole lot worse, get moving of you'll be in cuffs"
 
>The stallion finally backs down, sighing, an annoyed expression plastered on his face
>"Hey, wait a second! I recognise you! You're Spitfire! Captain of the Wonderbolts!"
>Spitfire sighs and shoves the stallion out the door as he was going
>The restaurant staff, relived, return to their jobs and the customers get back to eating
>A staff member, the same one from before, approaches the pair of you
>"Thanks for that, he was very persistent till you two came along"
"Not a worry, I'm used to this stuff by now"
>"Thanks, have a good day!"
"You too"
>You and Spitfire wave to the employee, heading back to your cruiser
 
"Good job back there rookie, you got that over with in record time"
>Spitfire stops dead in her tracks
>"What did you say?"
"I said good job back there"
>"No, after that. Did you call me 'rookie'?"
"Yea, why?"
>Spitfire looks dumbfounded
>"Nobody has ever called me rookie before, ever"
"Well, you're a rookie cop, I've been on the force a couple of years, you've been on the force a couple of days"
>"Yeah, but... It's weird... I call people 'rookie'"
"Well, you can't, cause you're a rookie"
>"If you're not a rookie, how come you're just an officer and I'm a Sergeant?"
"There is tens of thousands of officers in the LAPD, you think we all get promotions? Most of us won't even get a pay rise. You're a sergeant because the reason you're in the LAPD is to promote PR and gain experience. Don't get me wrong, I think it's a great idea and I'm happy to have you as a partner, but you're still a rookie. Happy with that explanation, rookie?"
>"Please stop calling me rookie"
"Nah, it's too much fun, rookie"
>You open the door to your cruiser and hop in, Spitfire following
>Turning off the lightbar, you put your seatbelt on and start the engine
>You drive back out into the road and pick up the radio mic
"5-Adam to dispatch, we are 10-8, public disturbance resolved, over"
>"10-4 5-Adam, dispatch copies, over"
>You resume your patrol, eagerly awaiting a careless driver to come by or some idiot on their phone while driving
>None come by, probably because everyone's aware of the big black and white car with sirens on top in the middle of the road
 
>"Hey, Anon, you know this city well, right?"
"Of course, why?"
>"I could do with practicing my flying at high speeds, doing tricks, you know? With all the flight restrictions I got nowhere to do it, I was wondering if you know a place?"
"Hmm, I think they're building a sky-park up north LA, but that'll be under construction a while... Although, they built one up North here in LA county, now that I think of it.. Yea! 'Flying High Sky-Park', that's the one!"
>"Sky-park? What the fuck is that?"
>You give Spitfire a deadpan look, in genuine disbelief that she doesn't know what a Sky-Park is
"You're a Pegasus, Captain of the Wonderbokts even, and you haven't heard of Sky-parks?"
>"No... Never."
"Right, well they're these big courses that you fly along the track, big huge track, you do multiple laps and stuff, and at different parts it records your speed, so you can tell how fast you're going and where to improve and stuff. There's also big open spaces with no flight regulations so you can whatever you like there, too"
>Spitfires eyes widen, a huge smile on her face
>"That's perfect! It might not be the academy, but it should definitely do the job if it's like you described! Are there any in New York?"
"I'm pretty damn sure there is, yeah"
>"I gotta tell the other 'Bolts, this is perfect!"
 
"Mhmm, glad I could help"
>Spitfire slides her phone from her pocket, clipping the stylus to her hoof and begins typing
>You continue to drive, listening to the radio chatter, conversations regarding all sorts of calls going between dispatchers and officers
>Before long, Spitfire is done typing, a 'ping' noise going with a final tap of the screen
>"Hey, what's your number?"
"Oh? Interested or something, are we?"
>You say, a coy smile on your face
>"Maybe, why, you want me to be?"
>Spitfire returns the coy smile, looking over her shades
"Maybe, why you asking?"
>"Oh, got a crush on the sarge, officer?"
>Chuckling, you reply
"Alright, that's enough, here it is"
>You slide your phone out at the red light and open your contacts, searching "Me"
>Finding your number, you show the screen I Spitfire, who types into her phone
>Seconds later, you receive a text from an unknown number
>"There we go, now you've got my number too, if you ever need to contact me"
"Great"
>You tap the number and make it a contact, putting in 'Spitfire' in the name field
>Looking up at the still red lights, you see Spitfire holding her phone up at you in the corner of your eye
>You turn to face her, curious to see what she's doing before you hear a 'ca-click' of her phones camera
>"There, a picture for the contact profile"
"Oh, that's what you're doing. In that case, smile"
>Quickly, you set the picture on the contact profile you have for Spitfire, taking a picture of her as she smiles
>Confirming it, you look over the contact details
"You got email, Spits?"
>"Sure do, why?"
"Gimme your phone, I'll enter my email onto it"
>"Oh sure, I'll do the same"
>The pair of you exchange phones, entering your email addresses into each other's phone
 
>You finish typing in your email, as does Spitfire, and you swap your phones back
>Locking it, you put it in your pocket
>Traffic is moving steadily again until an Ambulance speeds by you, it's sirens on
>"Are those problems with the traffic lights still going? We've seen quite a few ambulances and fire trucks today"
"Yep, it's still a problem. There would be an announcement over the radio if it was resolved. I wonder what caused it though"
>At this moment, the dispatcher starts speaking over the radio
>"Dispatch to any available units, requesting two units respond to reports of shots fired at [LOCATION], code three. Units to handle code three identify"
>You pick up the radio mic and press the PTT button
"5-Adam to dispatch, responding code three to last niner, over"
>"10-4"
>As the dispatcher replies, another unit can be heard on the radio
>"3-Lincoln responding code three to last niner, send traffic, over"
>"Citizen in the residential area the call is located in reported that they heard shots being fired inside their neighbours home, nothing else to report, over"
"Copy"
>"Copy"
>You quickly turn your sirens on and head towards the callout while Spitfire checks her firearm and bulletproof vest are secured properly
>Spitfire done a face of worry as you drive towards the scene, neither of you speaking on the way
>After a few minutes you arrive on scene to see another patrol car parked outside the house, it's lights on
>An officer stands near it on the path as you pull up
>You turn the siren off but leave the lights on as you take they keys out of the cruiser, getting out and putting your hat on
 
>Approaching the male officer on the road, you see him wave you over in your direction as he heads toward the doors of the house
>"Come this way. I tried knocking on the door but nobody came, so I checked through the window but I saw some bullet holes in a wall. The called lives across the street, he says that nobody left the house since he heard the shooting, so our suspect is inside"
>"Alright, we'll have to force entry onto the property then, we should probably call for an extra-"
>Spitfire's sentence is cut off by an explosion of gunfire coming from behind the door of the property followed by a terrible scream of pain
>You quickly push Spitfire away from the door and dive onto the ground, unholstering your weapon as you scramble behind your colleagues car with Spitfire
>As you look back, you see the officer who was talking to you a moment ago, lying on the ground as blood pours out of him, all the while he screams and shouts in pain
>Your training takes over as you quickly grab your radio mic and press the PTT button, quickly talking into it
"Shots fired! We have an officer down, MOS down! 10-20 is location of response for unit 5-Adam! We need backup immediately! Roll SWAT and Rescue! Code 11"
>"Copy 5-Adam, units on the way!"
>The dispatcher begins to list out the address you are at while multiple units report that they are responding on the radio
>Looking back over the cruiser of the downed officer, you see him trying to drag himself to cover, to no avail, a large pool of blood around him
 
>The door of the house is open, a toppled over fridge can be seen with an automatic rifle sitting on it, the suspect behind it
>The shooter opens fire again, multiple more rounds flying into the cruiser you and Spitfire hide behind, smashing the windows
>All the civilians in the area are long gone since the shooting started
>You can hear sirens in the distance approaching your location
"Spitfire, we gotta do something! We have to help that officer! He's going to die out there!"
>"What do you want me to do? You're the trained officer here!"
"You're the sergeant! You're falling the shots!"
>"Well then I say you decide what we do!"
>You shake your head as the shooting stops, presumably the suspect reloading
>You holster your beretta as you turn back to Spitfire
"Alright, here's the plan. You open fire towards the suspect on my mark, try hit him, but mainly just try to keep him in cover, alright?"
>"Alright, but why am I keeping him in cover?"
"So I can get the officer"
>"Alri-, wait, WHAT!?!"
"Alright, go, open fire!"
>You leap from cover and rush towards the downed officer, his uniform covered in blood as he shouts in agony
>Spitfire leans over the bullet-riddled cruiser and opens fire towards the doorway as you slide your arms under the wounded officers arms, dragging him away from the scene so the ambulance can safely get him
>As you drag him he continues to scream in pain, gunfire still erupting from the scene
>You eventually drag the officer to a safe place as an extra patrol car arrives on scene, two officers, male and female, exiting it with their weapons drawn
>Spitfire is still firing into the house as the backup officers assist her, an Ambulance rushing around the corner and coming to a stop beside you
>The paramedics hop out and quickly get to work treating and getting the officer ready to move
>Knowing that he's in good hands, you rush back to his car, the officers ceasing fire