4.k.
Bud had worked
emergency service jobs for years and was fairly certain that he’d seen it all,
but what he found in the lobby of the Jacob
Center Tower
The first
oddity was that no one from security greeted him and his partner. There weren’t even any panicked bystanders or
concerned citizens or perverse voyeurs.
It didn’t take
long to locate the victims, however, since they were only about twenty yards
from the building entrance. Three
injured on the ground. One female. Two males.
And a lot of blood. The two males
were grappling with each other. The
fight was mainly a series of writhing, pinching, slapping, cursing, name
calling, and poking of fingers into each other’s bullet wounds. They seemed to be under the impression that
each feeble attack must be given some sort of name.
And then there
was the female. She held a handful of
bullet casings and was jamming them into her mouth one at a time to cap her
many bleeding teeth. Once the casing was
embedded in her gum line she pried on them as is trying to snap her teeth out.
“Hmmm,” was
all Bud managed to say to his partner before they set to work.
