Present Day- Noah Kellum lay on floor struggling to breathe. The bullet had gone through his right lung and it was collapsing. A familiar voice came from the back of the room but he could not understand what they were saying. He was going in and out of consciousness. The figure walked slowly towards him with a determined step. His hand was put around the grip of his 9mm Glock.
Noah did not have a fear of dying, but did not want to go in this way. He felt his finger tighten on the trigger and depress. The gun kicked back. Blood splattered on his face and he was thankful he was still alive. If no help arrived soon he would drown in his own blood. After the longest wait in his life a door slammed open and he heard a rush of people enter the room. “Officer down! Officer down! Kellums been shot!” His vision went black as he passed into his last long dream.