Bomb

Rhett rushed through the kitchen. He had been waiting for this package for a long time. But when he walked out on the porch he was severely disappointed. There was no way this was the package he ordered. The package he had been waiting for was supposed to be huge. Besides, this package had no label; only had a note saying “A Gift for You.”

Rhett had his suspicions. But he pushed them aside because curiosity took over, and he knelt down to pick up the package. As soon as he picked it up, there was a huge light and everything went black. Flashing images sped through his head, then turned black. He heard sirens and saw people, than black; he saw red and blue lights, than everything went black. And then there were no more flashing images.

“We have a serial bomber on our hands. There have been fourteen deaths and nine injuries. You need to find him, catch him, and get him off the streets,” said Seargent Kelly. The cops shuffled out of the room eager to get this guy.

Chavez and Lopez had been partners for a long time. They were constantly getting on each others’ nerves, but were always there if one needed the other.

“What about that guy, over at house 126. Do you think the bomber is that smart?” asked Lopez.

"Na, I think it is just a regular UPS guy,” replied Chavez. “And no, we will not follow him to make sure.”

“Dang, okay,” sighs Lopez. They were slowly driving down the road when a voice came on the radio.

“Bombing at 126 Blane Street. Suspect escaping in a UPS van.”

Lopez couldn’t help but give a little chuckle at the fact that his wiser partner, who always claimed he was right, was wrong. Lopez turned on the lights and sirens, flipped a U-ey and started heading back to the address.

“Stop! Wait! No, turn around! I saw him! Go!” Lopez hit the brakes and the back end of the car flipped around. Lopez sneaked a look over at his partner, and almost started laughing. Chavez had his hand gripped around the panic handle, and had his back pressed up against the seat. Chavez has never appreciated his partner’s driving, but there wasn't much he could say at this point.

Lopez hit the gas and the car sped forward chasing the UPS van. They pulled up next to it, Chavez didn’t know what Lopez hoped to achieve. Their little sports car couldn’t do anything against this van. Speeding forward Lopez turned in front of the UPS van and slammed on the breaks. The van didn't stop, and the little sports car was hit.

Chavez woke up in the hospital, his friend was there waiting for him.

“What’s up man?” said Officer Carter to the man in the bed.

“Where is Lopez? Is he okay?” Worry filled Chavez's voice; he knew his partner was the one on the side that would get hit first.

“Sorry man. It’s not looking too good,” he responded.

Even though Chavez usually got annoyed with his partner, Lopez was his best friend and he couldn’t bear if anything happened to him. Chavez saw his partner in the room next to him, in all honesty he looked like hell. He couldn’t wait to tell Lopez that. They always teased each other about minor and sometimes serious injuries they received in the field.

He also couldn’t wait until they went to pick out another sports car. The one before the one they had just destroyed, had gotten blown up by a ticked off gang member. And Chavez couldn’t remember what happened to the many before that.

A loud beeping interrupted his thoughts, and people started rushing into his partner’s room and took him out. Chavez didn't know what was going on and nobody came back to tell him.