After staring at the chilling words, Micheal rethought the situation.
This seems extreme, he chided himself. Could the sky literally be falling? There is no doubt it can happen–but, today?
Maybe the second email was a hoax. He wouldn’t put such an elaborate prank beyond anyone in this precinct. They were all a bunch of practical jokers.
Micheal laid the papers on his desk and stood, walking over to a glass window that overlooked the report writing office. He pushed up a section of the closed mini-blind.
Several officers used the ten or so cubicles, but a few of the desks sat empty. Some tapped at the keyboards, others dictated reports into transcription devices. A couple muffled voices could be heard from one-sided phone conversations. Attached to the far wall was a large screen TV. Local news stories flashed across it but the sound was off.
Micheal studied his officers and grinned. Every one of those men and women knew of his interest and concern about space debris. And yes, even though he was the chief, there were a few that gave him a bit of a hard time about it.
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