Snippet #2426755

“Bad news,” came the terse reply as the other cop wrenched his door open.

Racing around the van with one meaty hand stationed on his firearm, Jackson faced the double doors of the filled vehicle. He held out a hand to the other officers, waving them out of their cars as he tapped his walkie, frowning at the lack of signal. All at once, the city was dark - no office lights, no street lamps. What had once been a thriving, colourful swirl suddenly became an eerie, star-filled void.

“Keep them in the cars,” Jackson called to the other cops, frowning at the sky, “and watch out for overheads. I have a bad feeling about this.”