by Bernard Schaffer
Police Officer Frank O'Ryan's knee exploded when struck by a bullet from the kid's gun. It was a junk gun, something with duct tape wrapped around the handle. It worked just fine though and Frank was going down.
His sergeant squirmed on the pavement, begging Frank not to let him die. Frank raised his weapon and fired. One round. Center mass of the suspect's chest. It was just a kid.