Eric Fomley

My heart thundered, and I took a couple of deep breaths.

I opened the door back up to see if any other squad cars had shown up yet, but didn't see anything.

Shift change was a shitty time to be asking for backup.

I let the door creak closed and headed for the one that went into the factory.

I was already somewhat convinced that I lost the guy.

Not that I knew what the guy actually looked like without his little wax outfit.

As soon as I opened the second door, I saw a movement.

I pulled out my flashlight and shined it into the dark hallway.

The third door on the left slammed shut.

I need you to come out.

We can still fix this.

I shined my light farther down the hallway.

Office after office, left and right, all the way down, maybe 30 doors between the two sides.

I tried to remember what this place produced, but was drawing a blank.

It had been shut down for several years.

I slowly made my way toward the door, grabbing my radio in the process to reach out to dispatch.

The static voice on the other end was Dina.

Two units almost there.

Copy.

I held the taser in my right hand up to the crack of the door while I managed to open it with my left, which was also holding my flashlight.