Police Comics: “There are two types of cops in this world, good ones and bad ones” the words came to mind as he approached the crime scene, “but all that really matters is that you get the job done.”They were the words of his supervisor at the academy. Many years had past since then but they words always came back to him during intense investigations. This was certainly on of those times. A crazed gunman had locked himself inside an old apartment building after shooting several people including at least two police officers outside of a major sports arena. No one is really sure of the motive but at this stage no one really cares, they've got to catch or kill the criminal before anybody else gets hurt.
The trouble was there was no way of knowing if the lunatic had taken any hostages. Although partially abandoned there were still a few people living in the building. The owner was waiting for all the leases to expire in order to destroy the old structure however there were still had a few months left before everyone cleared out. The police were also having a hard time figuring out the perpetrator's location within the building which had numerous stairwells, crawls spaces and storage rooms. Looking at the layout was like looking at a film noir labyrinth making it extremely dangerous for the SWAT team to try and enter.
Having surveyed the situation to the best of his logical abilities the captain turned to his instincts and made his move. Moving intuitively around the side of the building he made his way into a back lane way were he found an emergency exit. As he cautiously approached the door he was startled by a strange rattling sound. It was low pitched, monotone and continuous not unlike two brick being scrapped against each other. In fact it was definitely the sound of brick on brick. He looked at the walls noticing a slight wavering motion. It looked as if a small earthquake was shaking them but it was to even, symmetrical and rhythmic. The bricks were dancing. When he looked back at the door there was a figure standing directly in front of him. Like mirror images both the captain and the figure drew there guns and called out “FREEZE”. He recognized the voice, then the posture and finally the face...the captain was caught in a stand off against himself. The two identical figures stood still in the moving brick lane way, guns pointed at each other when the words popped back up in their minds “ There are two types of cops in this world...”