2004 School Magazine

150

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Creations:Original Works

Jennifer Harrison 11B

Heather Miethke 110

Too Close +'or Cov",+'or+

>. It was a dark, hidden pocket formed by a rambling hillock which plunged into the side of a rusting, decrepit old shed. Sergeant Derrick MCLean felt the drapes of mystery that hung heavily about the place. He waited under the trunk of a looming ghost gum, watching like a small night creature Footsteps crunched on the fallen pile of dead leaves behind him. He turned, straining his eyes to make out the figure cloaked in the shamng shadows. The approaching man sported a cigarette that bobbed up and down as he walked, its pinpoint glow mimicking the blinking fireflies nearby WhoS than" Derrick asked, his voice wavering slightly "My names Smith. I'm from the Highvale Police Department. " "I thought they were going to send my partnec Sean?" Sergeant MCLean said quest!oningly to the man who hadJust emerged from the shadows and biting winds There was a change of plan, ' Smith said in return Sergeant MCLean looked at the young policemanS face - it was devoid of all emotion, a strange sight "So why are we here?" asked Smith

"I found out a member of the Triads 15 making a huge cocaine drop<, ff here. ' said Sergeant MCLean as he waved his hand at the shed. "He is wanted dead or alive and apparently very dangerous and clever. I have been given orders to shoot at will. " "I see, ' SmithS upper lip curled. "And I am to The Sergeant passed Smith one of the two silenced pistols he had brought with him "Smith - look, someoneS coming I" Sergeant MCLean exclaimed. The car snaking its way up the rise looked strangely familiar The dropoff 15 a bit early, " he noted. It was supposed to be at midnight and it was only eleven be backup?' ThatS right. " The black SL Mercedes rolled to a halt behind the shed, out of the Sergeants view. The sound of the door opening and shutting penetrated the air crisply followed by the sound of footsteps Someone was coming around the side of the shed. Sergeant MCLeanS hand tightened around his silenced PP7 and he whispered, Watch the professional, Smith. This ones going down. " The man who hadjust been spoken to smiled grimly almost evilly. The Sergeant

rushed forward with murderous intentjust as his partner and good friend, Sean, rounded the corner mouth open in surprise, shouting "Derrick! What are you doing I" Suddenly Derrick MCLean realised the awful truth "Fooll" The cruel voice of someone behind Derrick snapped him out of his shock. A gun was cocked; the click loud, and the cold barrel was pressed viciousjy against Derricks right temple. "I knew about your plan to catch me at this drop-off right from the stain You should never have tried to cross me. " But Smith had miscalculated. Sean had been creeping up from behind A single shot from SeanS pistol rang out into the night His bullet found its deadly mark. As the bullet buried itself into the back of the Triad gangsters head, shock, anger and finally realisation, flickered across the face Sergeant MCLean had been extremely lucky that the Triad member had been in too much pain and shock to react. He breathed a sigh of relief as he embraced Sean warmly. That ordeal had been too close for comfort

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