PLEASE REMAIN CALM, THIS IS THE POLICE.

The black SWAT van rolls down the street, its top modified with a gunning turret

"DO NOT LEAVE YOUR HOMES. DO NOT MAKE ANY NOISE. OBEY ALL ORDERS. THIS IS A STATE OF EMERGENCY. OBEY ALL ORDERS. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR HOMES."

As the van goes down the street, a small crowd forms, shuffling behind it. Lieutenant deputy Jim Gaphagain sighs as the man in the cab pulled the mouth piece away from his face, rolling his eyes. These fucking rules for God's sake. The guy clears his throat before continuing.

"THIS IS THE POLICE. THE PENALTY FOR A FAILURE TO FOLLOW ORDERS IN A TIME OF MARTIAL LAW IS DEATH. YOU WILL BE WARNED ONCE MORE, AND THEN WE WILL OPEN FIRE."

The shuffling mob didn't seem to react to the warnings. it just plodded on, meeting the van's pace. Or perhaps it was the van meeting the crowd's?

"THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING. IF YOU DO NOT RETURN TO YOUR HOMES EMIDIATELY, YOU WILL BE FIRED UPON WITH LIVE ROUNDS. YOU WILL ALL BE KILLED. YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS."

Not an eyelid batted in the shuffling mass of people. There were so many, it was most likely the entire neighborhood. He hated this part. The countdown. It always got "let the bodies hit the floor" stuck in his head.

"ONE"

His hands griped the handles of the machine gun mounted on the roof.

"TWO"

he searched the crowd, picking his first targets.

"THREE"

He noted the position of the children first. He always felt most satisfied putting them out of their misery first.

"FOUR"

The nausea was starting to kick in. Something that had happened after he had been forced to kill his first man. He had done it, and then the reality of what he had done sunk in, and he vomited. He trained himself out of that of course, but he could always taste the bile in the back of his throat at times like this.

"FIVE!"

His eyes close, and he says the same prayer he says every time.

"Fuck you God, Fuck you."

They fly open. Two more words and the daily routine would be complete.

"OPEN.FIRE!"

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