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Stripes April 21, 0826 Helga's eyes opened slowly. It was daylight this time. She felt someone's hand on hers. She looked down and saw that it was not Phoebe's. She followed the hand to its owner. Arnold was asleep, his head propped up by his other hand, the chair pulled up close to the bed. Be still my heart! She thought. He's holding my hand. This is a dream come true. She tried to shift to intertwine their fingers but was greeted by a stabbing pain in her shoulder. She winced. Okay, maybe not quite. Arnold felt her stir and started to wake up himself. He blinked tiredly, his eyes red with exhaustion. "Criminy, Football Head. You look like

The Hospital April 20, 2217 What is that incessant beeping? Helga opened her eyes slowly. It took a moment to focus. She looked around and saw she was in a hospital room. There where tubes and wires all over the bed, and her nose felt dry from the oxygen that was being pumped into it. She tried to look around and immediately regretted it. "Owwww…." she moaned. She heard a rustling noise to her side. "Helga?" Helga looked to a chair along the wall. It was dark, and her eyes were still fuzzy, but she saw a figure there. She couldn't tell who it was until a hand reached over and wrapped gently around her fingers. "Criminy Pheebs, I feel li

Index March 31, 1308 Arnold held the rifle to his shoulder as he walked slowly down the hallway. The officers on either side of him held their pistols at the ready. He didn't know either one of them, which was typical for an active shooter scenario. You teamed up with whoever made it to the scene, and often you wouldn't be familiar with them. He was anxious, his heart beating quickly. They had heard shots somewhere in the hallway, but there were many doorways lining the left side. Each led to cramped multi-room apartments. Someone suddenly stepped into the hallway from the last doorway. Arnold froze. The man was standing facing the opposite w

Admissions March 30, 1838 Arnold laid his head on his arms, which in turn laid on the high-top table. Gerald sat patiently across from him, waiting for his friend to say… anything. Gerald didn't know what happened that day, but he knew something went down on the taser call. After a few minutes Arnold finally lifted his head. His eyes looked tired. "She said she loved me," Arnold muttered. Gerald wasn't sure he heard him right. "Pardon?" "Helga. She said she loved me. At the scene." "She just dropped that bomb on you like it was no big deal?" "Oh no, it was very much a big deal. She was crying, saying she thought she lost me when I didn'

Tesla's Torment March 30, 1248 "911 to any patrols in the vicinity of the intersection of State Route 12 and County Route 47, respond priority one for a report of a male subject in the roadway obstructing traffic. Subject is reportedly screaming at vehicles. White male, wearing a blue t-shirt, brown pants, brown shoes. Unknown weapons." Arnold switched his radio to the 911 frequency and picked up the microphone. "Papa Sierra one zero seven en route," he replied, switching on his lights and sirens. He was covering the north zone and he was only a short distance down the road from that intersection. The radio crackled again. "Three Two Six en r

Birthday March 26, 0640 Helga tossed her equipment bag in the passenger seat of PS 326 and strapped it in. She walked around to the driver’s side and opened the door. Sitting on the driver’s seat was a gift bag with tissue paper sticking out the top. She rolled her eyes. Great, someone figured out my birthday and now I’m getting fake presents. Might as well get it over with. Helga picked up the bag and opened it. On top was an envelope. She opened it and removed a plain white card. Flipping it open, it read: Happy Birthday, Blue Partners -Football Head Helga’s eyes grew wide. He knows my birthday?! She looked ar

Mistakes were Made March 23, 2231 Helga unlocked the door to the North zone substation and deactivated the alarm system. She wasn’t sure why the A line guys were using up so many days off the past few months, but if it gave her more chances to work with Arnold, she was willing to sacrifice some sleep for it. She reached for the light switch, her gun belt sliding off her shoulder down to her elbow, when the radio roared. “Shots fired, shots fired!” Helga froze. That was the C line sergeant.   “Sheriff’s office received, shots fired. All units be advised, shots fired at 10432 State Route 271. Main dispatch chan

Got it Bad March 20, 1849 Gerald brought the drinks back to the table. “That call was a cluster. I got stuck digging through garbage in the gangway with HPD looking for shell casings.” “What happened, exactly?” Phoebe asked. Since the call was in the city of Hillwood and HPD had their own crime scene techs, she didn’t respond to the scene. Arnold sighed. “The target usually hangs out on the stoop in front of that house on the odd side of the street. Someone, or more likely several someones, came down the gangway between the houses from the alley in back. He stuck the gun around the corner and fired with