The young Latino kid being watched was illuminated by the pay phone's light. Two unmarked police cars were just across the street. Officer Noles was the first to open his car's door and run across the street. This was a drug bust and Noles wasn't taking any chances the suspect would ditch the rocks when the little shit saw the police coming. Even so the Latino kid had hung up and was walking away, his back to Noles. The two hundred and forty pound, six foot two officer tackled the kid from behind knocking the boy hard to the ground. Quickly frisking the kid Noles found the punk didn't have any rock or any other kind of contraband. The little basterd must had a chance to ditch the stuff, thought Noles. But Noles wasn't going to let the shit get off by that trick. Noles reached into his pocket and took out a bag of herion and pushed his hand into the kid's pocket, when just as his sargeant ran up too, Noles pulled his hand and the bag out and held them up to the sargeant.
"Yea, Sarge the little basterd was dealing!"
Nole finished up the paper work for the night and went home. There was no one there to greet him since Nicole left him. He had hit her one time to many, Nole admitted to himself. Nole turned the TV on and watched WWF eating donuts, everyone thinks that's all police eat, he thought to himself, so he might as well live the part. While Nole sat there he took his revolver and put the barrel into his mouth and sucked on it. After a few minutes he put the pistol back in his holster. He wasn't even aware he had just had done what he just did of recognize it as a suicidal experience.
But the phone rang and Nole was talking to the watch commander. It was Friday night and the force was a little short handed so would Nole mind returning for a little overtime? The thing was there was a rough crowd over at the Knight's Kitty Klub and the commander needed Nole just for some crowd control. Fifteen minutes later Nole was parking the police car in the middle of the street. There was no where else since the both sides of the street was lined bumber to bumber with patrons cars. Nole looked at the entrance of the club. He was disgusted with these animals and decided he would finish with them once and for all. Nole unlocked his shot gun from the rack and walked around to the back of the car, openned the trunk and filled his pockets with several hundred shells. Once done with this he walked casually into the place.
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