The Sergeant Thing: Chapter 5

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Chapter 5 of my Adam-12 fan fiction story! You can find Chapter 1 here.

The shelves blocked out almost all light, but Malloy made the kid as well as he could; he was stretched out on the concrete floor, about six feet in length, a light, checked shirt and blue jeans, 150 pounds, nineteen or twenty, and shining, curly hair. His eyes were shut, and a trail of tears ran down to his ear.

Blood spotted the right leg of his jeans. A wound from his hip bled through his shirt, but it was his left hand that drew Malloy’s gaze; it was spread over his stomach, rising and falling with each painful breath. It was covered in thick, bright red.

“Okay,” Will said. “Malloy, put your hands on your head and get on your knees by Bobby here. He’s gonna help us out.”

Bobby’s eyes opened, and he…

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The Sergeant Thing: Chapter 4

Inkorporeals

Chapter 4 of my Adam-12 fan fiction story! You can find Chapter 1 here.

Malloy straightened up, holding his hands far out from his sides, and turned to face the speaker.

A man (late-forties, wearing a blue serviceman jumper, brown eyes, about 6’3″ and 240 pounds) stood behind and to the left of Reed, eyes and shotgun trained on the younger officer’s back. Small leaves stippled green in his gray-black hair; he’d crawled through the bushes to knock Reed’s gun from his hands. His eyes flicked to Malloy. “Hands high, where I can see them.”

Malloy obeyed.

Then the guy glared at Reed again and called, “Jus? You okay?”

The man on the ground behind Malloy grunted. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“Stay out of reach of our officer friends. We don’t want them to think they can try anything.”

“Right.”

The man beside Reed continued. “Think you can get…

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The Sergeant Thing: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Inkorporeals

Chapter 3 of my Adam-12 fan fiction story! You can find Chapter 1 here.

Just then a flash in one of the warehouses caught Malloy’s eye. He lifted his foot off the accelerator, and the car dropped from thirty-five to thirty and kept slowing.

“What’s up?” Reed said.

“I’m not sure. That warehouse there.” Malloy eyed a large, gray building with dark windows about a hundred yards ahead and to the left. “I thought I saw lights for a second. Big lights.” He shook his head. “But it might have been the sun.”

Reed nodded. “I’ll call it in.” He took up the microphone, but waited. The dispatcher was giving a list of stolen items and the descriptions of three 459 suspects who had all taken off in different vehicles.

Malloy pulled over and squinted across the street at the warehouse. No more lights flashed in the building. He’d…

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