User:Sev40/Distraction

Edmond Dahm is called to negotiate with a hostage-taker for the first time out of specialist training, where he must distract him for the SWAT team to infiltrate the house.

"Now's the time to prove what you were taught, Ed. Keep him talking."

Those words echoed in his skull, shaking his body more than he liked. Taking a breath, he dialed the number of the house into his chatternet.

He knew full well of the pressure he was on. He dialed again, reminding himself there's a first time for everything. He walked out of the safety the police tent offered, recalling the techniques to keep someone talking. As he reminded himself its his first real negotiation role, he delved into what could go wrong: the house could explode, he could get shot, or it could even-

An agitated voice broke his thoughts. "Heeeellllloooo?"

Keep calm, introduce himself. "G'day there. My name is Officer Edmond Dahm, I've been called in to-"

"I know why you're here, cop. And drop the act, you ain't fooling anyone with that stupid voice!" was the rude reply.

"Its, umm, its actually not, mate. It's the way I talk, I'm not trying to mislead you."

An unapproving groan reply came back. Dahm's body chilled, worrying what was going inside his foe's head. He turned to the SWAT officer, who lifted eight fingers in the air. As he took another breath, he pressed his cheek back on the phone. "Let's not spend time talkin' about me though. So, how d-did you end up in a spot like this?"

"What makes you think that I'l-"

"Because, mate, maybe we can work out a deal. You're on the run from a bushranger, tell us his name and I can take him down. Someone's blackmailed you, I can try and sweeten the Intendent to investigate this guy. But I can't help you, mate, unless you work with me." he spat out. He saw a SWAT officer on the far left put up a thumbs-up, and snuck into the house.

A sudden movement from the large window in front of him revealed the gunman's middle-aged appearance and desperation, sweeping the front window for other officers. "It's just me and my partner out here, we're unarmed." he gestured to his belt, showing him he didn't have a gun, and called his former partner Axel Jefferson to reveal himself.

"You're lying to me! Where the hell is the rest of your- Ahh!" A SWAT officer tangled with the unprepared man, disarming him and throwing him through the window. Converting his nervousness to action, Edmond sprinted to his fallen foe, putting him on his back and tying his hands. He pulled up the would-be murderer, walking him over to the tent.

"You did well, kid." Axel said as he smiled. Taking a few breaths of fresh air and letting the adrenline rush out of him, he stood up and walked to a police Givet. "Just a good thin' that you can never have the same first-time experience again." he joked as he turned on the Givet's engine in preparation to drive back to the station.