Cataephract |
09-11-2003 03:07 AM |
I live on Terminal Island, in between the ports of Los Angeles and Long Beach. Most of the island is for cargo ships, but here in the back, where I live, is a prison, a coast guard base, and an INS detention center. Of course, things here are pretty tense, and today, for me, they got a lot more tense. I live in the prison staff housing, and walked out to check the mail. I noticed a bunch of the SORT team guys standing out there; they're sort of the prison's swat team, and they're always down here. Well, I'm walking to the mailbox near them, and one of our maintenance trucks comes down the way. Nothing unusual. It gets to within about twenty feet of them, when they start shooting at it! I jump behind a car, and all I can hear is the tap,tap,tap of the guns. I hear a tremendous BOOM!!!, and peek around the corner to see the whole area drenched in smoke. A guy steps out of the truck, and starts shooting back at them, and I duck down again, wondering what in the hell is going on! After a few seconds, everything is silent once again. I hear a truck pull near me, and I get real edgy and I'm ready to run. It's one of the security trucks, and the guard, in bullet-proof vest, helmet, and carrying a shotgun, steps out casually. I yell, "What the @#!% is going on!". He calmly says, "Son, this is just a drill. Nothing to curse about. Didn't you get the flyer?" I look over the car hood to see the SORT team guys patting each other on the back and shaking hands. I realize now that I'm covered in dirt and oil, and that my heart is going a mile a minute. I just start laughing, get up, and walk back to the house. On my door is the flyer, reminding us all not to go outside today. I've got a huge bruise on my chest now from when I dived behind the car, but I guess that's a lot better than what it could have been.
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