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He Pointed A Gun At Our Heads
The situation needed Detective Inspector Kamakaze MacKenzie.
“DO NOT ENTER BOSWELL PLACE!” The radio barked.
“To all officers heading to Boswell Place, do not enter Boswell Place, your rendezvous point is Hill Street. I repeat DO NOT ENTER BOSWELL PLACE!”
The Control Room Inspector had taken command of the situation, the normal radio operator demoted to recording the events as they took place. A Control Room Inspector taking charge meant only one thing — whatever we were being sent to was serious.
Not knowing what we were letting ourselves in for was a normal ingredient in the package of being a police officer. Without any conscious effort, our adrenal glands pumped its hormone into our blood. This biological process is the body’s natural reaction to prepare us for the ‘fight or flight’ response.
My blood sent the adrenaline through my veins altering my body’s metabolism to prepare for what was to come. I could already feel my pulse quicken, and the air in my lungs expand. I didn’t know what was to come, but I was now alert to the slightest danger we might face.
A few minutes later, we arrived in Hill Street and scrambled out of our car to join the duty sergeant and another crew. A taut Sergeant Brown explained what was going…
