Farm Standoff

On a patch of land floating above the concrete jungle of the city, green abounds with the sheep. Or, it would if there wasn’t a complete police barricade and a wall of cops surrounding the farmhouse. The normally vibrant green is tempered with the red and blue of the police lights.

“Jesus, what the fuck is up with this?” The chief said, hopping out of his hovercar onto the edge of the land. The magnetic system doesn’t run through this farmland.

“This is our resident farmer. He has stopped feeding us and seems to have gone rogue, firing a shot at the cops doing a wellness check,” an officer on the scene responded.

“Is everyone okay?”

“Just a headshot, nothing a few days in the chamber won’t fix.”

The chief bypassed the barricade and turned to the rest of his officers, now worried about their commanding officer, “Make sure that poor lad gets his pension.” The other officers nodded and the CO headed to the door. The whizz of a shot hit near the CO’s feet and he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Boy, you don’t wanna be killing me. Soon I’ll be your only protection.”