The Comeback by michaelcahill
Just Like We All Thought! |
"911." "Officer down! Officer Down! We need a damn bus". Cops converged on the Presidential suite of the Bonaventure Hotel, downtown Los Angeles. Helicopters hovered and dipped outside the shade-drawn windows. Swat teams and daredevils rappelled the hotel face seeking a vantage point. Sergeant Tannenbaum slid the card, popping the door. At the table in front of a crackling fake fire sat a figure in a white hoodie. A lobster dinner complete with Dom Perignon sat on the table. "Where's the officer? A call came from this room … Sarge, this makes no …." "Oh boy, smell that?" Tannenbaum's nose crinkled. Drawn by the odor he leaned forward. "Vinegar? What in the world?" A loud bang sounded. Tannenbaum reeled backwards clutching his chest. The figure pulled back his hoodie and displayed a beeping electronic device. "Freeze, this whole place is wired to blow." Rookie officer, Shaq O'Neal gasped. "Holy crap! It's Elvis".
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