[ WP ] A riot policeman and a rioter are hiding out during a moment of calm in the riots . Thanks to stray bullets outside , neither can leave safely .

He had gotten seperated from his fellow policemen. And then the bullets started, continuing for what seemed to be forever. Probably the rioters, he had thought embittered later. Before that, his fear had been being ripped apart by the crowd as he had been seperated, after that his fear was getting killed by bullets. He just ran, in blind panic. He just ran, not knowing where he would end up. Finally, he stopped. 
 
 He looked around and dropped his shield and baton. In an abandoned building. He just sat down, leaning against the wall and staring in front of him. Serenity, calm, he thought, but he suddenly realized he was n't alone and someone else was looking at him. A woman. She wore a balaclava and stared at him with a hostile gaze. Brown hair. 
 
 He felt rage at the sight of her. She and her companions had thrown molotov cocktails at them all day. He had seen many buddies nearly burn to death. He had seen them carried off to the hospitals, screaming on the ground. His fists trembled and the thought of enclosing his hands around her neck and choking the life from her seemed very seducing. But no, he calmed himself, furiously breathing through his nose while making a fist as hard as he could. Anger management.. he had to think of what his mother had once told him. Count to ten, breath deeply in and out. He could n't just kill someone. 
 
 Finally, he calmed himself once more and closed his eyes, gesturing for her to sit besides him. To his surprise, she did. He simply stared at the wall. It had been a tired long shift. He had been in formation for fourteen hours, from the deep night till the afternoon and beyond. 
 
''I.. would appreciate it... if you did n't throw molotov cocktails at me or my colleagues..'' he finally said, struggling to remain calm as he spoke.''We're not the ones firing the bullets.'' he continued. The woman just looked at him as if he was mad and scoffed.''You are.'' she told him in a low voice, after which she coughed. Nothing more was spoken. They just sat there, staring at the empty space in front of them. 
 
 Finally, she stood up and gazed for the last time at him. She extended her hand, but for what, he did not know. Finally it dawned upon him and he stood up, grabbing her hand and shaking it, though he did not know why. She left. 
 
 He waited for five more minutes and then grabbed his shield and baton, leaving. Once more unto the breach, once more into battle. Huzzah. 
 

