“My name is Brendan Marek. I’m a body guard for Greene Security. My client and I are under fire by sniper. We’re in the east side parking lot of Florence Scientific on Collins Street. I need police and EMS as soon as possible.”
Who the hell was he talking to? It took seconds for my brain to process that Brendan must have called 911. Then I guessed he called someone else.
“Ben! It’s Marek. Bergstrom and I are pinned down by a sniper, in the side parking lot of the building…Yeah, I did…They’re supposed to be in transit…‘kay. Make it fast.”
Somewhere between five seconds and a thousand years passed before I heard sirens. Plural. It sounded like a fleet, and then there were the footsteps of many people.
“Across the street, in the parking deck, third floor about ten yards from the left side,” said Brendan.