Another day, another paycheck. Rawls just wanted his patrol to end so he could go home. [OC, death]
Warnings: OC followed up by death of said OC. Evens out in the end, right?
Notes: Ok, obligatory fic from the other side's POV? Check. Confusing death scene? Check. Abuse of rule #349 of life, "Thou shalt not be happy for evil things shall smite thee?" Check. Sorry, but I seem to need to do one of these things with just about every fandom I get into.
Rawls reached the boundary of his patrol and opened a comm line, "R34, no suspicious activity to report."
No big surprise there. Rawl's patrol took him through a mostly quiet residential sector, and the most action he ever saw was when old lady Henders got it into her head that Mr. Henders was cheating on her again. The guys always pitied him for drawing the least interesting patrol, but he honestly didn't mind that much.
Rawls was quite content to never having to do more than act as a referee to domestic disputes. It meant he rarely had to go home with more than a few bruises, and that tight look Noe had given him the first months had eased. Not that he would have balked if they'd assigned him to some place like the water slums, where it was so very easy to disappear if you're wearing red.
Ah, no use thinking about that. Rawls lucked out and that's all that matters. Sure, it's boring as all hell, he spends the entire patrol thinking himself into circle, but it's worth it for Noe and the kids.
Rawls reached the boundary of his patrol and opened a comm line, "R34, no suspicious acti-" Something like a gasp escaped from his suddenly frozen throat as liquid fire coursed down his back. It was a surprise to open his eyes and find himself on the ground. Everything was red, and nothing made, nothing, for, why, Noe-