[ IP ] Call it in .

I stood there, pretending to still be on the phone with base. I was afraid that if anyone tried to talk to me I would throw up. My hand, bloody and bruised, was still clinched in a tight fist in my pocket. The adrenaline coursing through my veins made it almost impossible to stop myself from shaking. I reached up and loosened my tie in an effort to encourage myself to calm down and get a little bit of air down my shirt. Adjusting my glasses I finally glanced up to see that Roger had stopped giving CPR to the little girl who we pulled out of the trunk. I walked over to the bastard still sat slumped against the bloody side panel of the old Chevy and slammed his head in the door again, just to make sure.
