A quiet night in Grand Forks, North Dakota. Sargent Brian Dix and his partner Officer Allison Wholl have drawn the night shift and the others are going slow like always. The two have already stopped for their lunch and gave out five speeding tickets. Yeah. I would say a slow night is an upstatement.

[Chatter on the radio]

Dispatcher: Silent alarm has been activated at 1970 32nd Ave South! It's the Cenex!

Finally some action!

The Sargent picks up the radio as Officer Wholl steps on the gas.

Sarge: This is Sargeant B. Dix along with Officer A. Wholl, car #48328 we're on route to the Cenex ETA: 2 minutes.

The dullness in the air suddenly fades as Officer Wholl floors the gas and Sargeant Dix readies tools for the trade.

Sarge to Dispatcher: Sergeant Dix and Officer Wholl are on...

Shots can be heard in the distance. Officer Wholl brings the car to a screeching halt. The two jump out of the car taking cover behind their respective doors their service weapons drawn.

Sarge on Radio: SHOTS FIRED! SHOTS FIRED!

A tall, lean man comes running out of the front door brandishing his firearm and yelling threats to the persons inside.

Officer: Stop! Police!

Officer Whool yells. The man wheels around immediately aiming his firearm.





POP...POP...POP...POP...POP



The sound so deafening a few seconds ago is now a solemn silent. Officer Wholl and Sargent Dix watch as the man crumples to the ground having been shot a total of five times.

Slowly, the officers approach the man as back up arrives.

Sarge: He's deceased.

The Sargent says shakily to his partner after finding no pulse.

The cashier a pimpled face teenage boy comes running out of the front doors trembling and teary eyed.

Employee: There's a man down in there.

The two officers whom arrived for back up stay outside, calling for a bus and helping to calm the cashier.

As Sargent Dix and Officer Wholl approach the doors. They see a young brown haired man down on the ground a woman over him administering CPR. Both of them take deep breathes as they enter the store. Dix eyes looking a little glassy.

The young lady stops placing her head on the man's chest, kisses his forehead and shuts his eyes.

Lady applying CPR: It's no use. He's gone.

The officers stop in their tracks looking at the woman on the ground cradling the man.

The ambulance sirens wail in the background as Sargent Dix reads the man's ID on the counter...

Jonathan Lewis...Arlington Texas

Former 1x XWF Heavymetalweight Champion