![]() ![]() But there was only one of me, and I had to make the best of it. So cops are trained to gradually move around a corner, getting an ever-increasing view (or slice of the pie), while presenting as small a target as possible. ![]() When you are clearing a building, corners and doorways are deathtraps. That’s what the Academy instructors call it. Odd? Just the tip of the iceberg of odd.Ĭlose enough to see partway around the corner I began to slice the pie. ![]() A couple of months ago, the ability to handle two at once had just sort of manifested. I’ve often carried two guns, but it was more of a backup kind of thing I only ever used one at a time. I didn’t used to handle two pistols at once, so-called two-gun mojo. Sliding silently down the hallway, I hugged the right-hand wall with my back and kept the full-auto Glock 18 in my right hand pointed ahead, the smaller Glock 19 in my left pointed behind me. The clock was ticking, and I couldn’t wait any longer. The only sound I could hear: a faint whirring that seemed to come from everywhere. But all I could smell was the sharp ozone odor of overworked electric motors. It’s amazing how fast you come to rely on hyper acute senses. I couldn’t smell him or hear his heartbeat, which was really frustrating. The werewolf was waiting around the left corner-at least, that’s where I thought he was. ![]()
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