It was the usual day when Drake had been at work early, dealing with whatever came his way that day. Today wasn’t different, in fact there must have been a full moon because people where getting off the rails and phone calls were being made left right and centre. This one wasn’t different from the next call.
Tall male, held his wife hostage inside their cookie cutter white fenced suburban home when Drake and his team were taking a call from early that morning, the house. Surrounded as Drake’s team walked a head, Drake armed as the last kick did the front door in as Drake yelled once again. “Put down your weapon and hands high!” - “ready when you are Conners,” Kent said guns pointed in the direction of the man being held accountable. “No! Fuck no get back!” The hysterical man screamed shooting another round into the ceiling.
“I’m going in this is getting out of hand.” Drake said “no - don’t go yet!” Kent yelled though Drake barging in taking a hit to the shoulder before tackling the male down. “Man down!” Drake yelled as the rest of his team came running in and tackled and cuffed the man getting the weapon out of reach. “Shots fired! Shots fired!” Kent called out adding. “Man is under arrest” Kent shook his head as officer Sanders took the man into custody. “I’m fine shut up got him didn’t we? This could have carried on for hours.” Drake sighed standing up. “You’ll need medical attention Drake.” - “I am aware.” He replied.
So much had went on that it seemed to take most if not all of the morning for them to negotiate with this guy. “Where’s the wife?” Drake asked sitting outside as medics came over to help get Drake’s shoulder to stop bleeding. A puzzled expression on his face as he knew having someone in his personal life he’d have to call them and let them know what was going on.
Moving his right hand to his pocket to grab his cell Drake made the call.
“Hey - erm there’s been an accident at work, I’ll be home much later than usual. I got shot in the shoulder - I am fine eh? Nothing to worry about.” Drake sighed feeling his ego slightly damaged from being shot, it had been years of not getting hurt, a slip and anything can happen and it did. “It is all under control I can assure you there.” He whispered on the phone.
