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  Another bang. This time it sounded louder and closer. Definitely not a car backfiring.

  We all held our breath.

  I looked at Kim; her eyes were wide and full of confusion.

  "Was that what I think it was?" I said.

  "Shh." She held her hand up to keep us quiet. She stood slowly. She unclipped the gun holster on her belt with her other hand.

  I gripped the sides of my chair. A police station was the last place you expected to hear gunshots.

  She took a few cautious steps towards the one and only door to the room. "Guys, I want you to move to the other side of the table. Stay as low as possible."

  We did exactly as she said.

  Kim moved closer to the door. She reached for the door handle. Someone screamed in pain from the other side. This was followed by three more gunshots in quick succession. There was another scream of pain and someone else yelled, "Get down!"

  Kim jumped a good five meters back from the door and drew her gun.

  The door burst open.

  Sergeant Pearce fell into the room ass backwards. Officer Dennis ran in after him clutching his baton. He was covered in blood.

  They were both out of breath.

  A United States soldier followed them in, bringing up the rear. It was Kenji. He had a rifle in one hand and was carrying a wounded soldier on his other arm.

  Kenji had the rifle raised and ready as he walked backwards through the door. His movements were calm and methodical. Once he was sure it was safe, he lowered his rifle and lowered the soldier, carefully placing his head on the ground. He then slammed the door shut and put his full weight against it.

  The wounded soldier had his eyes closed, but kept repeating over and over, "The Lieutenant is dead, man. He’s dead. Call for back up."

  Chapter 9

  The interrogation room was getting crowded and because of the one way mirror it looked like there was two of everyone.

  Sergeant Pearce was frantic. "Jesus Christ, Dennis! How did she get out?"

  Officer Dennis was holding the side of his neck. The front of his uniform was completely covered in blood. "She went crazy. She just," he paused. He looked like he was going to throw up. "She attacked me."

  Kenji was leaning heavily against the door with his shoulder. He had his ear up to the door, listening. The wounded soldier was lying down in the corner. He looked like he was in bad shape. It looked like he had several bullet wounds to his chest and stomach.

  Sergeant Pearce was still trying to catch his breath. "What do you mean she attacked you? How did she get free?"

  "I don’t know! It was like she ripped her hands out of the cuffs."

  "You’ve got to be kidding."

  "I swear to you I’m being serious. Then she lunged at me. I hit her with the baton but she didn’t even seem to notice. She didn’t even put her hands up to protect herself. She just kept coming. I made a run for it. I made it back to the front office and that’s when I saw Lieutenant Smith struggling with that other guy we’d brought in. The Lieutenant must have tripped at some point. The suspect was on top of him before I could get there."

  Kenji looked at Officer Dennis. "Whose blood are you covered in?"

  Dennis looked at his shirt. It was only then he realized it was completely red. "I’m not sure." He looked himself over, checking his arms. His hands were trembling. "I think it’s hers. She was bleeding from the mouth and nose. It was messed up."

  "This is crazy!" yelled Sergeant Pearce. "I shot her right in the chest and she didn’t even flinch!"

  "It’s gotta be a psychotic episode right?" Kim offered. "Like, a drug induced psychotic episode. Addicts that get messed up on meth and crack, they go completely mad, they don’t feel pain, they just go crazy. That’s the only explanation right?"

  From the corner, Jack asked, "How come this guy is shot?"

  "Friendly fire from the Lieutenant," Kenji said. "When that woman attacked, the Lieutenant tried to get some shots off. He was caught in the cross fire."

  "Is he going to make it?’

  There was no reply.

  It was a weird feeling being in the same room as a soldier that was in all probability, bleeding to death from multiple gunshot wounds. We usually only heard about this kind of thing on the news. But here it was, happening right here, right in front of us.

  At this point I was still crouched behind the table. Jack was crouching next to me and Maria was holding onto Jack. She had completely stopped crying. "Jack, we need to call your parents and get the hell out of here," she whispered.

  "So what happened to the Lieutenant?" Sergeant Pearce asked as he struggled to get to his feet. Kim moved over to help the big man stand up.

  "I tried to help." Dennis said. "I tried to stop them. But that guy was already on top of him. And once the woman saw the Lieutenant on the ground she stopped chasing me and..." he trailed off. "They were too fast!" His voice was breaking.

  "Jesus Christ! So Lieutenant Smith could be bleeding to death for all we know."

  "We have to go out there," Kim said.

  Kenji shook his head. "That’s not a good idea."

  "Excuse me?" Sergeant Pearce asked. "Why the hell not?"

  "It’s too dangerous. We’re going to need help."

  "I think the four of us can handle two drugged out psychos." Kim said.

  Sergeant Pearce pulled a hanky out of his pocket and wiped his forehead. He was leaning up against the large mirror, breathing heavily. He looked like he was going to have a heart attack. "So what you’re saying is, you think we should just sit tight and wait for back up while your Lieutenant bleeds to death out there?"

  Before Kenji could answer Pearce, a loud animalistic moan reverberated through the tiny room. Someone started banging on the other side of the one way mirror. For a fleeting split second I thought maybe it was the Lieutenant banging on the mirror for help. But I guess everyone sort of knew it wasn’t the Lieutenant. I guess everyone already knew who or what it was.

  "Pearce!" Kim shouted. "Get away from the mirror!"

  It was too late.

  The crazy lady smashed through the glass, cutting her arms and her face to shreds. But she didn’t seem to care. She was hysterical and frothing red saliva. Her mouth and chin were covered in blood. She grabbed the big Sergeant around his neck and pulled him up and over into the adjacent room. There’s no way one little alcoholic lady should’ve been able to lift a man that size off his feet.

  Sergeant Pearce screamed and then made a gurgling noise.

  The weird thing is I remember it now as if it happened in slow motion. But it all happened so damn fast. Too fast to sit down and think things through in a clear and logical manner. It happened and we reacted.

  Before we could help the Sergeant there was a thump on the door. Kenji still had his full weight against it. But it wouldn’t take long for whoever or whatever was on the other side to bust in.

  "Rebecca!" he yelled. "I need you to unclip two grenades from him." he said referring to the wounded soldier.

  "What? Are you crazy?"

  "Just do it!"

  I knelt down over the solider and unclipped two grenades from his vest. "Now what?"

  "Pull the pins and throw them into the next room."

  I did what he said, like I was robot on auto pilot and he was punching in commands. I'd never thrown a grenade. I didn't know you had to pull a pin. But there I was doing exactly what he said.

  I threw the grenades into the room where the crazy lady and the Sergeant were. Kenji told me to hit the deck and take cover. Then he opened the door and planted a thrust kick, smack bang in the middle of the chest of whoever was trying to break in through the door and opened fire with his rifle. He then slammed the door shut and dived, covering me and Officer Dennis.

  "Everyone get down!" Kenji yelled.

  We all flattened ourselves against the floor.

  Kenji grabbed Kim and threw her to the ground as well. Above all the chaos I could hear him counting down t
he seconds of the grenade fuse.

  At five seconds I curled up into a ball and made myself as small as possible. I thought if I squeezed myself into a tight enough ball I would be able to teleport out of there.

  Three seconds.

  I didn't teleport.

  Two seconds.

  Jack was curled up next to me, covering his head. Maria was underneath Jack curled up into an even smaller ball.

  No seconds

  Two simultaneous explosions rocked the police station. The noise sent me momentarily deaf. My world turned to dust and debris and a high pitched ringing.

  Chapter 10

  The first thing I did was check to see if I had all my limbs still attached. The dust was still settling and my ears were still ringing but I was intact.

  I could just make out Kim shouting at Kenji, waving her arms around.

  Kenji ignored her. He was on his feet as soon as the grenades had blown. He peered over, into the next room and raised his rifle back up to his shoulder. He pulled the trigger three times. Each gunshot sounded muffled but was still loud enough to make me jump.

  "Clear!" Kenji shouted.

  "Clear? You just killed Pearce!" Kim shouted in disbelief.

  "He was already dead," Kenji replied.

  "Is everyone OK?" Jack asked. "Maria, are you all right?"

  I slowly uncurled myself. I was slightly deaf but I was fine. Jack and Maria were huddled in the corner. Maria’s amazing tan seemed to have disappeared. She was pale and covered in dust.

  Kim brushed herself off. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?" she asked Kenji.

  Kenji again ignored the question. He slid the ammo magazine out of his rifle and threw it on the ground. "We need to leave." He said as he leant down and felt the neck of the wounded soldier for a pulse. He then felt his wrist and leant over his mouth and listened for breathing. But there was nothing. No sign of life.

  He then searched the pockets of the fallen soldier for ammo and other supplies. It was unsettling, like he was picking him clean like a vulture but I guess it wasn’t meant to be disrespectful, just about survival. Kenji found a hand gun and an ammo clip for the rifle. "We need to leave right now," he said again as he reloaded.

  Officer Denis was still lying on the ground. It wasn’t until he regained his senses that he realized he had a piece of glass the size of a large knife stuck in his thigh. He began to freak out. His mouth dropped. His eyes went all bug like. "Guys, I might be in trouble here."

  He went to pull it out but Kenji stopped him. "Don’t!"

  "What? Why not?"

  "It’s in too deep. If you sever your femoral artery, you’re a dead man."

  "But look at the size of the thing!"

  "If you sever the artery, you’ll bleed to death in about three minutes. Do not move it."

  "Oh Jesus." he said as he swallowed hard.

  "Is anyone else hurt?" Kenji asked.

  I patted myself down. I seemed to be fine. Maria was in state of shock but physically she was all right.

  Jack held Maria. "Are you sure you’re OK?" he asked again.

  "Hurt?" yelled Kim. "You mean besides Pearce?" She still couldn’t believe what was happening.

  "It had to be done," Kenji explained as he unclipped a walkie talkie from the dead soldier's belt. "Private Ken Yoshida requesting containment crew at North Sydney Police Station." He said into the radio. "Repeat. Private Ken Yoshida requesting containment crew at North Sydney Police Station. Over."

  "Containment Crew?" Kim asked.

  A crackled reply said, "Request denied, Private."

  "Be advised of possible contact. Over."

  More static. "Understood, private. Request still denied. Make your way to Royal North Shore Hospital for decontamination process."

  Kenji swore under his breath.

  "Buddy, I don’t care who you are, or what you’re doing here." Kim said. "You need to give me some answers. Right now!"

  Kim was enraged. I'd never seen her lose her cool before. Maria had always told me that she was a bit of a control freak. And now that everything was completely out of her control she was starting to lose it.

  But again Kenji ignored her. "We need to get Officer Dennis to the hospital."

  Dennis was hopeful "Yeah," he agreed, his voice croaking. "Yeah, that’s a good idea."

  Kim looked down at Denis, looked at the oozing, bleeding wound in his leg. She knew it was the only option, the right option. "OK," she said reluctantly. "But when we get there, you’re going to give me some answers."

  The two of them bent down and picked up Officer Dennis, taking extra care not to dislodge the massive shard of glass sticking out of his leg.

  "Have you got him?" Kenji asked.

  "Yeah."

  "What about him?" I asked about the other soldier.

  Kenji just shook his head and everyone was silent for a moment.

  "Follow me," Kenji said after awhile. "Stay close. Girls stay behind Officer Kim, understood? You too," he said to Jack. "We don’t need any heroes."

  "Hey, I'm not gonna do anything stupid," Jack said, slightly offended.

  We all followed this lone soldier, who used to be my next door neighbor. We followed him out of the interrogation room. We stepped over the person who had been trying to bust in through the door. He’d actually fallen a fair way back. His face was missing and there was a huge hole in his chest. I guess taking a couple of point blank rounds from a rifle will do that to you. We moved out into the foyer of the police station. Kenji had his rifle back up to his shoulder, ready to fire. For some reason this didn’t make me feel very comfortable.

  Outside, it was storming and completely dark except for when a flash of lightning lit up the night.

  Kenji held up his hand for us to stop.

  Lying next to the entrance was the Lieutenant. He was lying in a pool of blood. Kenji lowered his rifle and slung it over his back. He drew his sidearm and walked slowly towards the body.

  Then the damndest thing happened.

  The Lieutenant was lying flat on his back when he suddenly sat straight up.

  Kenji motioned for us to stay back as he slowly moved closer. The Lieutenant was making the same moaning sound that Tommy had been making right before he attacked Jack.

  The Lieutenant turned towards Kenji, dark red blood dripping from his nose and mouth. When he turned towards us you could see a huge wound in his neck that exposed his spinal cord. It was no wonder he was moaning in pain.

  Just as the Lieutenant was about to get to his feet, Kenji fired three shots from his handgun. Two bullets hit the lieutenant square in the chest and one right in the middle of his forehead. Kenji then stood over the Lieutenant and fired another shot directly into his head.

  It was the fifth death I had experienced that day, that afternoon. Little did I know it was only a preview of things to come.

  "Why did you shoot him?" I asked. "That man needed help."

  "Just don’t step in the blood," Kenji said without any hint of emotion in his voice. "I'll explain at the hospital. But right now we have to get out of here. We are all in serious danger. Please, you must believe me. We don't have much time."

  It wasn’t like we had a choice. So we all did what he said. Maybe we followed him because we were still in shock from the grenades, from the deaths, from being attacked by a couple of psychos. Maybe because somewhere in the back of our collective conscience we already knew what was going on. These things don’t just happen, not here, not in a country like Australia, not unless something really bad was about to go down. But I guess none of us wanted to voice these fears. Who would? You’d sound downright insane and no one wanted to scare themselves anymore than they already were.

  Kenji never actually said, "Come with me if you want to live." Like Kyle Rees’s famous words from Terminator. But we all knew that if we wanted to live we better go with him.

  So we followed. Blindly. Like Lemmings. One by one.

  Kenji slid his sidearm back into
its holster and dragged the Lieutenant out of the way so he could open the front doors. He checked the Lieutenant's pants and found a set of keys. He looked out the door and across the street. "Good," he said. "It’s right there. Everyone into the Humvee."

  The giant military car was parked across the road. Kenji opened the entrance doors and motioned for us to hurry up and reminded us to not step in the blood.

  Over the clap of thunder and the roar of the wind I heard some strange noises. Sort of like the moaning noise the crazy lady had made before she crashed through the observation window. But it sounded like it was coming from multiple directions. The rain was pelting down making it difficult to see anything.

  "Keep your heads down," Kenji said. "Run straight for the Humvee. Keep as quiet as possible."

  "Keep quiet?" Kim asked. "What for?"

  "Just go." Kenji said as he moved outside the entrance. He knelt down on one knee and looked through the scope on his rifle. He looked up and down the street. "Hurry."

  In the distance I could just make out dark shapes moving and running. The rain was making it difficult to see. We hesitated. Not wanting to get wet more than anything at that point.

  Kenji slung his rifle over his shoulder and jumped to his feet. He started pushing us forward. "Get to the car. Now!"

  Chapter 11

  We fled the police station in the middle of the night, in a United States military Humvee. Kenji told, or rather ordered Kim to drive because he didn’t know the way to the hospital and because he wanted to ride shotgun in case he needed to provide covering fire. I wanted to ask him, covering fire from what? But I was too scared of the answer. So Kim drove at top speed, taking up both lanes, driving over median strips with ease.

  Rain pelted the windshield. I didn’t know how she could see anything but she kept her foot planted firmly on the accelerator. I was in the back with Maria, Jack and poor Officer Denis.

  Officer Denis still had the foot long shard of glass in his leg but he didn’t seem to mind. "I know it looks gross," he said. "But I can’t even feel it. Is that weird?"

  Jack mentioned something about adrenalin and how it’s a great pain killer.