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Sergeant Roy Vanders lay on the cold asphalt, blood pumping from his chest in hot, sticky waves. Above him, a rookie officer knelt, hands pressed desperately against the wound.
"Sergeant Roy! Please, don’t die!" the rookie sobbed. Roy’s ears rang, the world fading into a high‑pitched whine.
He’d warned this kid a hundred times: "We de‑escalate. We don’t play hero."
But the idiot had chased a purse s ...
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