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Blue Light Special
Date: 10/7/2015, Categories: Humor, Author: Buz, Rating: 34, Source: LushStories
warning. Ignoring the red light at the intersection, Bugs accelerated faster. The speeding black and white cruiser, blue lights flashing, siren blaring, tore onto Highway 50 under the traffic light. “Watch out!” the sergeant seeing a white sedan heading straight for them, threw his arms up defensively. The sound of tires squealing, preceded by a split second, the awful crash of metal that followed. The rear of the police cruiser spun around. The white sedan spun twice counter clockwise until it crashed against the street edge culvert. A wheel cover from the white car continued rolled down the highway until the disc rattled to a stop against the curb. Sarge jolted awake. Not sure if he’d been out for seconds or minutes, all he could see was the big white airbag, splattered with some blood, in his face. He rubbed his face and realized he had a bloody nose. The sergeant quickly surveyed his situation and tried opening his passenger door. The handle lifted but the door did not give way until he kicked it. The bent metal squeaked loudly as he strained to push the door open. Staggering to his feet, Sarge saw the white sedan sitting motionless, half on the road with the front facing the cruiser and its trunk hanging over the culvert. He knew he needed to check on the occupants of the white car. That’s when he saw Bugs on his feet, wobbling in his direction. “You okay, Bugs?” “Just a bit dazed, Sarge.” Nodding toward the white sedan, the sergeant said, “We better check on ‘em.” ... Sarge and Bugs staggered up to the white car. Placing his hands on the roof above the back seat door for support, Sarge then stuck his head in the back seat window. The sergeant shook his head in disbelief. He first saw the bottom of two feet from where the back seat passenger had been thrown forward head first into the front section in the collision. In the floorboard below the man’s feet were several white bank bags stained orange from exploding security dye. Orange dye was all over the inside of the car. Bugs opened the driver’s side door. The driver, with orange dye on the back of his head, fell out onto the pavement moaning. A gun slid out of his pants pocket. Bugs kicked it away and drew his pistol. He then saw a man moaning slightly conscious in the front passenger seat with an air bag in his face. To his side, a groaning man lay face first across the console. “Freeze!” Bugs aimed his pistol at the men. “You are under arrest!” The sergeant still leaning against the car, pulled his radio from its holder on his chest. “Laurie, we got a Signal 4, injured parties.” “Dispatching the EMT’s now, Sarge.” Laurie cracked over the radio. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, we’re dazed a little.” The sergeant grinned. “Apprehended the bank robbers.” “You did?” the radio cracked again. “Yep.” Sarge smiled and said to himself, “I love police work.” Several other cars had stopped and a crowd of onlookers had gathered. Wiping his face with his hand, the sergeant smelled pussy on his fingers. He ...