The aging patrol car was climbing up the mountainside road like The Little Engine That Could; its worn tires screeching in protest at every turn. The radio had stopped pretending it could handle the storm a while ago, and was just giving off a steady stream of static.
"Bork! Bork!" Sarge complained, as if to say: "What kind of Bizarro water even is this?! I can't drink this! This is madness!" as he frantically licked at the passenger's seat window, trying very much in vain to suck on the rain on the outside.
Megan mechanically patted him on the head, before rummaging for her emergency pack of <span class="mu-i">Claws</span> inside the glove compartment. She tore the pack open with her teeth and stuck a cigarette in her mouth; the little crab mascot with the Ray-Ban Aviators and the blonde mohawk on the front looked like it was having the time of its life, smoking away at the beach, surrounded by perpetually surprised-looking pin-up girls in revealing swimsuits.
"I'm gonna quit-- I am! I promise. Just... not tonight, okay? Okay." the Sherriff's Deputy said to herself, conveniently avoiding to look at her reflection in the rear-view mirror as she did.
She took a drag off her cancer stick and made a right, finally arriving at he clearing before Heart Attack Bridge.
"Ugh, I hate that freaking thing." she mumbled to herself as she slowed down. "I mean, if you can afford a suit that costs more than my car, then you can afford a new bridge, dammit!" she ranted at an imaginary Mayor Hughes.
"Woof! Woof!" Sarge exclaimed, as if to say: "Rookie, watch out!" placing a paw on her shoulder.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHEuCopccP8Megan slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a stop.
"What the..." she looked up ahead through the windshield in disbelief. There should be a patch of rickety old bridge where the headlights were shining, but there wasn't... Nah, that couldn't be it, right? Her eyes must've been playing tricks on her due to exhaustion or something, and the pitch black darkness and heavy rain weren't helping, either. Right...? Right?!
She left the engine running, got out of the car and walked over to what was left of the bridge on this side of Brooker Canyon...
"Oh, no... No-no-no! I take it back-- I'm sorry! I don't hate you that much!" she pleaded in desperation.
"Arf!" Sarge offered, strolling over to her, as if to say: "Sucks to be you.", before cheerfully shoving his snout in a puddle of water nearby.
"Crap. This is not good-- I gotta notify the Sherriff." Megan reached for her radio, only for her hand to be met with n empty stretch of belt. "What?! Where's my-- Oh, no..." she momentarily thought back to her desk, where her radio was still waiting for someone to pick it up. "Good job, Scott."
"Great, that's just great. Best night of my life, hands down." she tried to take a drag off her cigarette, only to suck on some bitter nicotine juice. "Eugh!" she spat out and ran a hand over her face. "Now what?"
