! written by u/Bigkrispies on 2018-04-02

So I'm just hangin' around with my partner when we get in a call for a murder. Me and like 5 other cruisers head out to the scene, where we find a big-ass heavily armored insurgent pickup with a minigun and armor plating on top. We get out and get ready to fire, when a fucking fighter jet with the top part of a cockpit broke off flies overhead, and I think I got into something in the evidence locker because I swear I heard what sounded like a 12 year-old saying something about a bounty before firing off 2 missiles straight into the truck. When the smoke cleared, the truck was perfectly fine. For some reason, my partner decided it would be a good idea to chase the truck and dragged me in the car with him. I'm not sure why, but it seemed the rest of our fellow officers had a similar idea of chasing it. Suddenly, I notice a mine dropped from the back, and it takes out one of the cruisers. Then, someone came out of the back of the truck onto the gun on top. I started to say, “Oh fu-“ before I got drowned out by the sound of the minigun. My partner got cut almost in half, and I would have to if a strange Mexican man hadn't blown off the man's head with a sniper rifle. I considered pursuing him, but instead, I drove back to the PD. I resigned and plan on attending lots of therapy sessions in the future because of the shit I saw that day. Maybe I'm not cut out for police work...