Blog Post #3: Nocturnis S.W.A.T. - Episode 1: "The Barricaded Bookkeeper" - Part 1
Date: Thursday, February 20th, 1975
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the rain-slicked streets of Nocturnis as the call came in. A frantic voice crackled over the police radio: "Shots fired at Miller & Sons Accounting! Suspect barricaded inside with a possible hostage!"
Sergeant "Hammer" Harrison, ever the pragmatist, surveyed the scene. A nondescript two-story office building stood silent, save for the flashing blue and red lights reflecting off the wet pavement. The initial patrol officers had established a perimeter, but the situation was already escalating.
"Sterling, Jackson, with me," Harrison barked, grabbing his shotgun. "McMillan, Jensen, set up overwatch."
Detective "Shadow" Sterling, nimble and quick, moved to Harrison's flank, his MP5 held ready. Officer "Tech" Jackson, his portable radio humming, stayed close, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the surrounding tension.
Across the street, Officer "Mac" McMillan, the team's breacher, hefted his shotgun, a grim determination etched on his face. Beside him, Officer "T.J." Jensen, the sniper, was already deploying his scoped rifle, his gaze focused intently on the building's windows.
Initial reports indicated the suspect was a disgruntled former employee, a bookkeeper named Arthur Finch, who had been recently fired. Witnesses claimed Finch was agitated and carrying a handgun. The "possible hostage" was the firm's owner, Mr. Miller.
Harrison approached the front door, its glass shattered. "Police! Arthur Finch, come out with your hands up!" His voice was firm but controlled.
Silence.
Jackson leaned in. "Sergeant, Finch's phone line is still active. I'm trying to get a connection."
Suddenly, a single gunshot echoed from within the building, followed by a muffled cry.
Sterling tensed. "Hostage situation confirmed."
Harrison nodded grimly. "Alright, team. McMillan, prepare to breach. Sterling, you're point. Jackson, keep comms open. Jensen, anything on the windows?"
Jensen's voice, calm and measured, came over the radio. "Movement on the second floor, Sergeant. Looks like the suspect. Can't confirm the hostage's condition yet."
McMillan moved to the doorframe, his breaching shotgun raised. Harrison signaled, and with a deafening blast, the lock splintered.
Sterling was through the doorway in a flash, his MP5 sweeping the dimly lit reception area. "Clear!"
Harrison followed, Jackson right behind. "Finch! Where's Miller?"
A voice, laced with desperation, called from further inside. "Stay back! I don't want to hurt anyone!"
Just then, a figure lunged from a side office, a glint of metal in their hand...
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