Hitch

“Alright, well make sure to be more careful next time. The law is there for a reason, you can’t go around speeding like that.” Officer Hitch sighed and started to back from the blue minivan.

“Yes sir, I’m sorry. I’ll try to stay to the speed limit. Thank you so much!” The teenage girl at the wheel already had sweat on her forehead. Would it be so hard for people to remember that cops are people too? People act like my only intention is to ruin their day. As he walked back to his car he noticed the radio

“761 on 300 Fletcher Ave. Any Available units please respond.” 761, that was just code for a small time domestic case, usually a kids bike got stolen or a housewife didn’t like the way a colored kid walked by.

“Hitch here, I’ll go ahead and see what the fuss is about.” The drive to Fletcher was just a couple minutes. Marble Town, that’s what the locals called this part of town. The neighborhood was known for it’s wealthy inhabitants. Many of the 7 figure houses here had marble floors, which is where the name’s from. The Crown Vic strolled through the town with welcome arms here. The black and white town car was a sign of safety for these people.

As Hitch pulled up to the house in question he noticed the door slightly cracked. Maybe they are just airing out the house; it’s a rather nice day after all. The house was dead silent, only the hum of a ceiling fan.

      “Brentwood Police Department! Hello?” Hitch called into the house, without a response he lightly pushed the door open and walked in. The affluent inhabitants were nowhere to be seen. “Brentwood P.D.!” He called again. Hitch walked through the house uneasily. It was obvious that a large family lived here from the pictures. A faint voice is heard from a doorway in the kitchen. Upon inspecting it, it was a basement. The stairs down were a complete contrast from the rest of the house, the stairs were rotten wood that creaked with every step. Spider webs hung in the rafters.  There was a heavy scent of moss and mold that hung around.

“HMMMMMM!MMMMMM!” The muffled voice came from further in the basement. Unsure of what he was getting himself into, the officer un-holstered his gun. Better to be safe than sorry he would always say.

“Brentwood Police, is anyone down here?” The muffled screams sounded out again. As he reached the bottom of the stairs there was a dirty woman tied to the wall, she was naked and gagged with her scraps of her own clothes. Immediately the cop holstered his gun and ran towards her to untie her. “What is going on here? Are you ok?”

            “They are in the other room, all three of them!” Her voice was an exasperated whisper. She started to sob and held Hitch close to her. “Kill them! P-please, just don’t let those pigs live!” The woman fell to the ground and resumed her sobbing. Hitch stood up, un-holstered his gun and walked towards the thick oak door where the woman pointed. The door handle was cold, and it took a strong push to make the sturdy door move.

            Behind the door was three men, clothed in black standing around a table soldering wires. Heavy rock music was playing in the room, loud enough so that the men didn’t even notice the heavy door open. Guns rested on the tabled around them, among the guns were hundreds of pounds of fertilizers. They’re making a bomb!

            “BRENTWOOD P.D.! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!” Hitch screamed it so they would hear him clearly over the music. The men turned their heads in unison. As they recognized what was pointing the gun at them they all grabbed at their assault rifles. Hitch fired shots at the first to grab his gun, hitting him in the chest; Dead. After the first one was hit the others had their rifles in hand.

            “You picked the wrong night to be a cop!” The other men unloaded a surge of lead. Running into the other room and diving Hitch started to scream. He had been shot, once in the left arm, and twice in the left leg. I’m not going to make it out of here alive… Unless. The woman was gone. Running to the stairs he aimed his gun at the mass of wires and fertilizer in the room. If he could hit the device that set the bomb off, and get up the stairs he just might live while killing the other two guys.

            He limped up the stairs shooting his remaining ammo in the direction of the bomb. He must have hit something right because the next moment he was propelled into a wall. Half the house was blown into bits and pieces. Hitch’s left leg was completely blown away, to his luck the explosion had cauterized the wound as well. Laura… I love you… Please remember that I will…

            “An explosion on Fletcher Street has officials speculating as to what could have happened. An officer was dispatched to the scene and hasn’t been heard from or seen as of yet. B.P.D. has yet to give an official statement…”