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The dispatcher calls the bomb squad and the swat team. They rush to trishs, sirens screaming.Sargent Mahoney is head of the swat team.A large red headed Irish man know for his bravery . He assembles his team and calls for k_.,Mahoney and k-9 officer Daily and the other six squad members follow .They enter the building ,Helmut the vicious german shepard is straining on his leash.They come to the bottom of the stairs and smell it .It/s a horrible smell,being vetran officers they know what it is, the stench of death.Helmut starts growling deep in his throat,fangs bared, he is a vicious site.Officer Daily removes the leash,go get em boy ,he screams. Helmut charges up the stairs,he almost makes it to the top when, by some u seen force, is hurled back. Down he tumbles, over and over and lands in a dead heap.Tears fill up Dailys eyes as he looks at his beloved friend , his once beautiful fur all gone ,nothing left but a smoldering ruined thing that used to be a dog.Back up mahoney screams back up, we need back up now!Trish had been in a simi consious state but the words" back up" instantly revives her.Like a large wounded animal she struggles to her hands and knees and proceeds to "back up".She backs up to the head of the stairs in the all fours position, hoping there was still some one left alive to satisfy her beastly desires.Once again the pressure is too great, her worn out splincer can not hold.She erupts in a mighty blast like the pyroclastic flow of a great vacanic eruption it heads down the stairs, faster than a speeding fart,more powerful than a steaming turd.There is no escape, officer Dailys brain is perice by a kernel of corn,Mahoney is decapated from a undigested flying pizza.The rest or simply engulfed in a ocean of brown.Eight of flordia/s finest gone forever, in the blink of a eye.