Polum Chill

Overnights used to be easy.

Monitor the radios, bust up the parties if needed, check for poachers if they're operating nearby, and make sure the forest doesn't burn down.

I clock in and, per instructions, go to the gun cage.

My, things have changed.

Our shotguns have new rifled barrels, so they can handle the solid slugs we've been issued.

That's the kind of firepower you want to take down a charging bear.

God forbid you ever need it.

The AR-15s have been stepped up too.

The old 15-round magazines have been replaced by 30-round ones.

Someone even snuck us in hollow-point rounds.

Makes no damn sense.

Shooting in the woods, you need full metal jacket ammo so the rounds don't go wild when they touch a twig.

Hollow points just exist to do more tissue damage.

This is ridiculous.

This is overkill.

We're not in a war zone.

We don't need this firepower.

Next to the radio, there were new instructions.

Now, we're not allowed to directly respond to emergency calls.

We can reply, figure out what the next issue is.