Nadine waited and waited and waited, but there was no answer. Her mom and dad should have been home. It was too late at night for them to be out somewhere. So where were they?
"Get away from me, you fuckers!" Nadine heard a man yell suddenly.
"Jeez, Tyrone, calm down. What the hell is wrong with you?" another man asked.
Nadine hung up the phone, reluctantly, then headed out into the main room of the precinct. She saw a uniformed black man waving a gun around and a bunch of other cops standing around him with confused and concerned looks on their faces.
"How I get here, mother fucker?!" the one calling himself Tyrone said (he was also the one waving the gun around).
"It's your shift. So you probably drove yourself here," a police woman said nearby.
Nadine wasn't sure, but it felt like this black man was in the same predicament as she was. From what he was saying and how he was acting, it seemed like maybe he found himself somewhere else suddenly, just like with her (and, unknown to Nadine, her mother).
He didn't know what happened. Tyrone Jackson was at his crib, smoking his weed, then it felt like he was zapped by something and suddenly found himself right in the middle of the fucking police station, and dressed like one of the cops there. What the fuck happened? Tyrone hated the cops. Whoever did this to him was fucking dead.
