[center] [h2] [color=00aeef]Jennifer Wolgast[/color] [/h2] [/center]

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[center][color=00aeef][b]Location:[/b][/color] 9th August Street, in the driveway[/center]

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Suddenly, there was a terrible crashing sound, the TV snapped off and the ambient lighting of the house went dark. Jennifer yelped, dropping her book, her bookmark falling out of it's place.

[color=00aeef]"What in the world was that!?"[/color] Jennifer shouted to the room. The noise sounded like it came from out front. A car accident had happened in the street! A car was totalled, and a young man and woman were...fighting each other? They looked like they needed help. She'd seen shock and concussions before, and though this behavior was unprecedented this might be the result of some kind of brain injury.

Her innate sense of urgency in emergency situations kicked in. The power was out, so her phone wouldn't work, and going in there to try and pull them apart would only get herself hurt. Barefoot, in sweat pants and a t-shirt that was a few sizes too big so that the bottom of it bounced up and down when she ran, she unlocked the front door and rushed outside. The soles of her feet impacted on the ground as she ran across the cement driveway, keeping a wide berth of the horrible fight scene. It was the weekend- somebody had to be home.

[color=00aeef]"Help! Help!"[/color] She shouted into the air. She knocked on the neighbor to her left's door, still yelling for assitance. Then, she ran over to the neighbor on her right's house calling for someone to come outside of their home! These two people were killing each other in their injured stupor!

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[center] [h2] [color=8493ca]Alice Olson[/color] [/h2] [/center]

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[center][color=8493ca][b]Location:[/b][/color] Lumber Mill[/center]

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Officer Alice Olson sharply inhaled as the felt the lethal axe-head's presence whip by her head. Immediately, she felt herself buzz with adrenaline. She backpedaled away from the maniac with the weapon, unholstering her steel companion that shined in the sun. Her finger was off the trigger, perhaps he would surrender after failing his surprise attack. While he was still yanking out the axe, she dashed out of melee range and pointed the pistol at the killer. Elbows lose, right eye lined up with the ironside, legs spread comfortable apart.

[color=8493ca]"Put the fucking axe down or I [i]will[/i] shoot!"[/color] She shouted at the top her lungs, voice cracking with the strain but no less full of lethality. Jaw tight, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide, she kept the barrel of the gun trained on the man's center of mass. If he took even a few steps towards her, she'd have no choice but to shoot to kill.