Snippet #2759873

Randa waved a dismissive hand, with a yawn. "Its okay Zonia... I'm fine. But.. I'm going to.. just lay here for a while." He didn't know if he would sleep out here on the couch, but his eyes remain fixated on the ceiling above him. He couldn't stop replaying the incident in his head... The glint of the mans badge, the feeling of the prongs in his back, watching Zonia be dragged away. It had been his whole life, but he was sick of it. Other dims had to be tired of it too, right? It was all he could think of. He knew Zonia was tough and a fighter, and she was fed up too. Maybe... just maybe, there was something they could do. Another large yawn escaped his mouth, as he looked at the blue and red lights faintly illuminating the only window in the apartment. Because of the gene splicing in their genes, and the fact pads are not like fingerprints, it would be hard to trace them by fingerprint or DNA, thankfully. And the cop had turned off his Bodycam. So if he was human, he would stand a chance in court. And he was pretty sure there were no witnesses at all.

But the pop of the gun. That one signalling moment when the life was taken straight out of the man, released from the hole in his skull. It was not something Randa had ever done, or wanted to do. His ears folded back as he lay there on the couch. Things had changed forever tonight, and tomorrow, the fight begins. No doubt, patrols will be elevated, questions will be had, and Randa won't be showing up for work. In fact, he might get fired for not doing so. But he couldn't show up beaten and bloody like this.

Another large yawn escaped his canine muzzle as his eyes grew heavy. All thoughts for tomorrow, he thought, drifting softly off into sleep, the pure exhaustion of the day finally overriding the quickly waning adrenaline rush.