Post by Jason/Johnny on Mar 5, 2007 19:36:13 GMT -5
The sun was creeping into the window of Al's living space, other then the small lamp and television the sunlight was the only light that made it into this room.
A room which had lots of wide open space, it looked as if some one just ripped away the dry wall leaving the hard concrete walls. The floors weren't pretty either, some smooth areas which seemed scuffed from who knows what and other areas which had piles of broken junk.
All centered around the one area which is commonly used, a couch lazy boy chair sitting in front of a tv set atop a milk crate. Tucked behind the chair was a well used cooler full of melting ice, throw over the couch was an old blanket which was most likely put their to hide the horrible condition.
Al lied sleeping in a slightly crunched sat position, he seemed to be sleeping awfully hard not a common thing for him.
Unknown to him a group of armed men swarmed around the perimeter of his humble abode, the men covered every exit including the fire escape which was Al’s primary means of entrance.
As he slept the men had the ground floor surrounded, not an exit uncovered, while a smaller group of five swarmed the inside. Keeping the barrels off their fully automatics ahead of them as to protect them from danger they moved in a perfect formation, keeping threw a door as one covered and the other invade the room with extreme quickness.
Al had no idea or clue as to what was about to happen.
The door which leads to the room which Al frequents or lives, is knocked opened. Throwing the two by fours which nailed it closed across the ground, before Al has even made it off the couch his head is spinning from side to side finding that he is surrounded by the five swat officers.
Al has no choice but to surrender, he kneels on the ground with his hands behind his head without struggle. What other choice does he have, he could heal from the gun shots but if a stray bullet impacted his brain he would surely be a goner.
A room which had lots of wide open space, it looked as if some one just ripped away the dry wall leaving the hard concrete walls. The floors weren't pretty either, some smooth areas which seemed scuffed from who knows what and other areas which had piles of broken junk.
All centered around the one area which is commonly used, a couch lazy boy chair sitting in front of a tv set atop a milk crate. Tucked behind the chair was a well used cooler full of melting ice, throw over the couch was an old blanket which was most likely put their to hide the horrible condition.
Al lied sleeping in a slightly crunched sat position, he seemed to be sleeping awfully hard not a common thing for him.
Unknown to him a group of armed men swarmed around the perimeter of his humble abode, the men covered every exit including the fire escape which was Al’s primary means of entrance.
As he slept the men had the ground floor surrounded, not an exit uncovered, while a smaller group of five swarmed the inside. Keeping the barrels off their fully automatics ahead of them as to protect them from danger they moved in a perfect formation, keeping threw a door as one covered and the other invade the room with extreme quickness.
Al had no idea or clue as to what was about to happen.
The door which leads to the room which Al frequents or lives, is knocked opened. Throwing the two by fours which nailed it closed across the ground, before Al has even made it off the couch his head is spinning from side to side finding that he is surrounded by the five swat officers.
Al has no choice but to surrender, he kneels on the ground with his hands behind his head without struggle. What other choice does he have, he could heal from the gun shots but if a stray bullet impacted his brain he would surely be a goner.