Omnicide

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“This is Modine, do you copy?” The deputy gave it a few seconds as he cruised down the secondary highway. He brought the microphone to his mouth again. “Calling Seaver, this is Deputy Modine from Griffin, do you copy?”

Nothing.

He shook his head, and looked up to the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of his tired eyes. Christopher ‘Kit’ Modine had been going nonstop for at least twenty-four hours. He looked old; he wasn’t. Around his eyes were dark circles, and the fine lines were more prominent. It was the strangest call he had been on in his twenty years of police service.

Then again, it really wasn’t a call.

After one more, “This is Modine. Seaver, do you copy?” he switched radio channels. “Griffin, this is Modine.”

The radio crackled and so did the transmission. It was distorted but Kit understood the male voice.

“We can barely hear you. You must be close.”

No shit, that’s why I’m driving out here, Kit thought to himself. Instead he just replied, “Three miles. I’ll radio back when I can.”

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