Police sirens blared as police cars chased after a speeding armored truck that was weaving through Downtown Boston traffic.

"Central this is unit 7, suspects just rammed through a roadblock on 5th and main, requesting a bus," said Sylvia into her radio as Brandon drove around the wrecked roadblock, trying to keep up with the armored truck.

"Unit 7, be advised, we have a bus en route to your location," came the reply.

"That's right piggies! Call the doctors!" came a taunt over the police radio.

"Ugh! Who are these guys?" asked Brandon.

"They're calling themselves the 'pig roasters', they're anarchists who are anti-police, at least according to this report," said Sylvia, looking at a file on the dashboard computer.

"And they have a police scanner, how convenient," said Brandon.

"Worse, they have a YouTube channel. This damn chase is being livestreamed right now," said Sylvia, looking at her phone.

The phone showed a split-screen live video feed, one side showing drone footage of the chase, the other side, showing a bunch of kids inside the armored truck, laughing and cheering as they evaded the police.

"Great! Where the hell did they get an armored truck?" asked Brandon.

"No idea, but that thing just totaled a couple of cruisers, we need to be careful," said Sylvia.

"We should have stayed with the SZPD instead of rejoining the BPD," grumbled Brandon.

"Yeah, well, hindsight is 20/20," said Sylvia.

"Well, the Pig Roasters will soon be facing them off," said Brandon, as the armored truck tore through the Boston Police Department checkpoint that marked the entrance of Pine Springs.

"Unit 7 to Central, be advised that suspects are headed towards Palm Springs and the Sirius Zone, they're now in SZPD jurisdiction," said Sylvia into the radio.

"Try and stop them Unit 7!" came the panicked reply from the dispatcher.

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Mikaela rushed to her bedroom window as she heard a dull roar and whooshing sound outside.

She gazed in awe as she saw a sleek black helicopter with the "SZPD" logo emblazoned on its side, soar over the roof of the house, and hover just above the street.

At the far end of the street, she saw a big green armored truck speeding down the street.

"So cool!" she exclaimed, as she watched the helicopter fire on the armored truck with its chin-mounted turret, pulverizing its windshield and front end.

The armored truck was stopped dead in its tracks, smoke billowing from its front end.

She waved enthusiastically at the helicopter as it lifted off.

The helicopter's lights flashed at her in acknowledgment, before it flew away.

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"This is SZPD Central, we are taking over the pursuit," came another voice over the radio.

"More the merrier piggies!" taunted the kids inside the armored truck.

Their smiles vanished as they approached an SZPD HellVortex helicopter, hovering just a few meters above the ground.

The last thing they saw was the helicopter's chin-mounted turret flashing to life.

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Annette was in her living room, watching the live feed of the chase on her flat screen TV, when the roar and whooshing sound of a helicopter outside made her look up.

Her eyes bulged in horror as she saw the SZPD HellVortex helicopter hovering outside just above the street, her Hyundai Ioniq 5 getting buffeted by the rotor wash.

Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!

The HellVortex's chin-mounted turret opened fire, sending a hail of tungsten rounds into the armored truck.

The armored truck's windshield and front was pulverized by the tungsten rounds, the force stopping it dead in its tracks.

She trembled in shock as the helicopter just lifted off and flew away, leaving the smoking wreckage of the armored truck on the street.

"Oh shit!" she gasped, and fled up the stairs to check in on Mikaela.

"Mikaela! Are you okay?" she called out, frantically banging on Mikaela's locked bedroom door.

Mikaela opened the door, and looked up at Annette.

"I'm fine Mom. The chopper shot that truck, not me," she said, her voice tinged with irritation.

Annette engulfed her in a hug.

"Come on, let it out, don't worry," she said, trying her best not to shudder and show her own fear.

"Mom, I'm OK. I know the SZPD only shoots bad guys," said Mikaela, attempting to soothe her mother.

Annette let go of her and stood up.

"What?" she asked flatly, unable to comprehend that her eight-year-old daughter had just said.

"I said I know that the SZPD only shoots bad guys," repeated Mikaela, now confused by Annette's reaction.

"No, Mikaela, you cannot be sure of that. Nobody has the right to shoot people! Nobody! Not even cops! You understand me?" asked Annette, a manic gleam in her eye as she shook Mikaela.

"Y-yes Mom, I understand," said Mikaela, now thoroughly confused and a little scared by her mother's reaction.

"OK, now come on. I'm taking us out of here for a while," said Annette, more to herself than to Mikaela.

"Where are we going?" asked Mikaela, now genuinely scared.

"Don't worry, just to Principal Randall's house," said Annette, pulling Mikaela along as she hurried down the stairs.

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Sylvia gasped in horror as the live feed showed the kids get turned into a bloody, mess as 20 mm tungsten rounds pulverized the windshield and truck interior.

The drone footage cut out as another tungsten bullet ripped the drone to shreds.

"SZPD Air Unit 1 to central, threats have been neutralized," came a chillingly calm voice over the radio.

"Boston Police Unit 7, requesting clearance to enter with a bus," said Brandon into his radio, as Sylvia shook herself out of her shock.

"Unit 7, you are clear to enter SZPD jurisdiction, proceed with caution," came the reply.

"Copy that, we're entering SZPD jurisdiction now," said Brandon.

Brandon drove his cruiser slowly down the streets of Palm Springs, and approached the wreckage of the armored truck.

The truck was a mangled mess, with its front end completely destroyed, and the windshield shattered.

The kids inside were all dead, their bodies mangled and bloodied.

Brandon and Sylvia got out of their cruiser, and approached the wreckage cautiously.

"Oh, my God," said Sylvia, covering her mouth in horror.

"Central to unit 7, be advised that we have officers down at the roadblock on 5th and main," came the subdued voice of the dispatcher.

"Copy that Central, be advised that suspects are dead, over," said Brandon into his radio.

"What a damn shit-show!" he shouted in frustration, as he looked at the wreckage.

Sylvia buried her face in his chest, sobbing quietly, from the stress and confusion.

A hybrid ambulance came up the street, its lights flashing and sirens wailing.

Brandon stepped back, allowing the medics to take over as they rushed to the wreckage.

"What the hell did those SZPD guys use?" gasped the medic as he surveyed the carnage in the truck.

"An attack helicopter," said Brandon grimly.

"Damn! I mean, Central would have authorized lethal force once the officers down call came in, but this is..." said the Medic uncertainly.

"Yeah, a damn shit-show," said Brandon, shaking his head in disbelief.

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