Closed Cases - FSF Archives - F-08F Negative 0-1
I'm gonna add tiny explanations to these things just 'cause I'm bored now :3 Anyways! A 0-1 call is either officer down or unresponsive, as is the case when a radio is removed from an officer. The response is immediate, but careful, observation follwed by an experienced force moving in. However, a negative 0-1 code is an incredibly bad code. It means an officer is either down or unresponsive and has been removed from the radio tracking system. This code is only called in by someone other than the one it's called for as that officer no longer has a radio. Was about 3 pages in Microsoft Word. Labeled adult for violence n' stuff. I hate how you need a gender tag on this stuff, gender's completely unimportant in a non-yiff story
Closed Case FSF Archives F-08F Negative 0-1 February 23rd, 2009 First-Person Account Officer Michael June - F-08F Officer Arthur Jordan - O-87B Officer Jane Ellen - F-099 Reporting Base - Lar 1
Having reached the 000's rank, the highest ranks in the FSF, I had gone through a pretty incredible amount of experiences and was among the 9% highest ranking officers at the time. This, however, was one of the coolest experiences I ever experienced. This took place during the height of the crime sprees in the capital, Lar City. I was second-in-command at the main base for the city of Lar, which had recently been expanded to meet with the demand. Lar 1 was then the biggest base located in a city. I was basically in charge of running the base with the leader and two others of a rank just slightly below mine.
It was a lot of work, especially 'cause we all still had to perform our patrol and support duties for at least four hours a day (during work days of course). It was a typical day, I went in to the base for the first day of my work week, put on my full uniform (I'd been shot enough times to know to wear full armor) and went to my vehicle with my partner. Her name was Jane Ellen. She was a fox like me, a little younger than me and incredibly attractive. She had been my partner for about five months and would be transferred to a new partner in about a month. I had committed myself to asking her out that day after patrol was over and was quite excited (but nervous) about it.
Then it happened. After about two months of nothing eventful happening on patrol, our car was hit by another vehicle. It hurt a bit, but I regained my wits pretty quickly. The black car had hit the passenger's side and pinned my patrol car against between itself and a parked car. I crawled out of the window and looked at the black car. It was empty and the doors were open. "Voice on," I said, turning on my radio to constant transmit. "Need to find the owner of a vehicle with the plates AL3..." I was suddenly pulled from behind and thrown to the ground.
I saw four large men grabbing me and taking things off my belt and pants. I tried to hit them but was quickly disarmed and dragged away. One of them hit me with my own rifle after removing my helmet. I woke up in a small room that was populated by five random looking people. My pistol, sub machinegun, rifle, and grenades had been taken, along with my helmet and armored jacked. Oddly, they left me with all my ammunition. I talked to the other prisoners for a while and found out one was a low ranking officer (which explained his armored pants) who'd been trapped there only a few hours while the rest were just civilians.
"Officer Jordan," the short otter said. "O-87B. Search and Rescue, Defense Cannon Crew." He had no special training that'd help in what I was about to explain. "Alright guys," I said in a low voice. "Protocol is to stay put and await rescue. However, we were disconnected from our radios before getting here so there's a high chance no one knows where we are and won't know for quite a while. Luckily, I noticed these guys are idiots." Right as I said this, I reached behind me and got out an F8 Compact, the emergency back-up version of our officer's pistol. Not everyone knew we carry back-up weapons given the number of weapons we carry openly.
I saw their eyes widen while I reached for an extended pistol magazine from my belt, replacing the 12 round magazine with a 45 round magazine. The younger officer hadn't thought to look and excitedly reached for his back-up pistol, also getting it out and replacing the magazine. "Alright," I continued. "This is gonna be very dangerous and if we're very lucky we'll all get out of here alive." I then reached for the two tiny revolvers hidden on my person and handed one to each civilian, the other officer doing the same. "When the guard gets here, me and Officer Jordan will fire on him and we'll run out. We're more armored than you four, so we'll go ahead. You are deputized as temporary officers until we can all get rescued. You see someone armed that is aware of us, and definitely not an officer, take him down. Be aware you only have three rounds and three more in the handle, so be careful."
We were all very excited to get out of there, the civilians more so being that they had been there for a few days. Officer Jordan and I stood diagonal to the door, waiting for the man to show up. We stood there for what felt like days. What we weren't told was that the people only came by to feed the prisoners twice a day. After a long time we heard the door opening and a man came in. I recognized him, he was one of the men that had grabbed me earlier in the day. His eyes widened right as we both opened fire on him. "Sorry," I said to the civilians. "I should've warned you it'd be very loud." He was unarmed unfortunately.
"Keep your head down," I said to Officer Jordan. We were being assisted by four unarmed random civilians who had no formal weapons or tactics training. I led the way, being the most experienced of the two officers. Look left, look right, no visuals, can't hear anyone coming. The hallway was clear, so we started to slowly and carefully walk down. We were all pretty quiet, which was great 'cause we didn't want to attract any more attention.
It was a pretty large building. After walking a few hundred meters we saw about ten guys with rifles running across the hall from us. Once we couldn't hear them anymore we kept walking. "We've gotta be near the exit by now," I said. Then I saw a staircase. We decided to go upstairs since we were clearly in the basement. "Alright," I said. "We've gotta go up 'til we can see light from the outside world. Then we'll figure out how to get outside."
"Shit..." I heard Officer Jordan say. "Incoming hostiles. Take the civvies and run, I'll hold them off and rejoin you if I can." "10-4," I said and waved the civilians to follow me. I led them up the stairs and we ran quickly trying to get out before another large group shows up. Yelling, followed by gunfire, could be heard below as we ran. We ran for several minutes until we found another staircase and then saw light coming through a window. "Let's see if we can get out through here," I said as I inspected the window.
"Dammit," I said. "It's barred. Let's find a door." "Officer June!" I heard a familiar voice say from behind me. It was officer Jordan, "I found our radios!" "Good!" I replied. "I tried calling," he continued. "No response. I set mine to emergency beacon." "We should have access to the outside now," I said. "Let's try and get out of here and we can try again then. Let's go."
We continued to lead the way as we walked through unfamiliar hallways, checking every nook and cranny as we went. The higher light meant it'd be more likely they'd find us though, so we had to be careful still. Frantically looking for a door or some other way out, we ran around like chickens without heads and found nothing. Then I heard a door and signed for everyone to stay low. We slowly walked towards the sound, trying to be as quiet as possible then saw at least six people holding guns and aiming right at us.
Officer Jordan and I dropped to our knees (to avoid getting hit from behind) as all six of us opened fire. The guys ahead didn't even fire a single round. We were in the clear. The door was unlocked and opened outward, which meant we could kick it open and look all bad-ass. It turned out to have been a good thing though as there were another six guys outside waiting for us. The second the door opened they all raised their guns up toward us. We did the same and everyone fired. We were slightly faster so they didn't get any good shots. I was hit twice in the leg, which, although it hurt, it meant nothing 'cause of the armor in the pants. A civilian was hit in the shoulder and yelled loudly, another civilian was hit in the leg and yelped even louder.
"Voice on!" I yelled. "Ping." "Twelve milliseconds," the radio responded. "I've got connection!" I said as my tail began to wag. "10-16 U, code green, F-08F," I called for support. "Code green 0-1 response already en route, ETA twenty seconds," the radio responded as helicopter sounds began to come through the distance. "Two officers in position, six deputized civilians," I said into the radio to make sure they wouldn't try and shoot the civilians with us. "Ten seconds guys!" I said as I turned back to the civilians.
I raised my gun as quickly as I could. Two gunshots came through as one of the civilians shot Officer Jordan in the back, followed by four shots of mine taking him down. "0-1!" I yelled into the radio as officers dropped from the helicopter. "Medical is en route," an officer in full armor said as he walked over to the downed officer. Helicopters kept coming in and we were taken away in ambulances right as a very large team of officers stormed the building. I later found out the civilian I shot died on the scene and was discovered to have been working with the kidnappers. There were also about eight other civilians and two more officers in the building in two more locked rooms. Officer Jordan recovered fully in the hospital.
Written October 8th, 2011 by Pedro "Reynard" Loustaunau.
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