Mad Dogs with Guns Save Santa?

Detective Lieutenant John McClain snapped shut the cylinder of his revolver with a quick flick of his wrist, holstered the weapon and strode into the roll call room.

“All right ladies, settle down and listen up.  Old Saint Nick is right here in our very own home town. His sleigh is grounded due to weather conditions.  Supposedly a relief reindeer is on the way to help guide his sleigh tonight but in the meantime, he’s our responsibility.  Words gotten out and a couple of the local hoodlums are attempting to steal the Christmas spirit so our job is to protect him.  That’s the bad news.”

McClain looked around and saw the glum resolve on the faces of his fellow cops. He smiled.

“Now here’s the good news.  We’ve got friends from ELF, the Elf Liberation Front.  They’re going to join us and bring in some, special help.”

McClain turned and gestured to the elves at the back of the room, “Isn’t that right?”  The elves just smiled and jingled their bells.

“The perps probably think we’re going to castle up and defend the precinct knowing we’ve got Nick inside.  So, we’re gonna let them think that and put up a very visible presence but hide Nick nearby so if they do find him, we can bring down the firepower.  Everyone clear? Good, take up your positions and let’s give them a good caroling.”

As the squad checked weapons and started to head out, McClain pulled aside Sgt. Al Powel, “Get on the roof with your BAR and cover the whole plaza.”

Powel nodded, and patted his BAR, “With pleasure.”

”But one more thing, keep an eye on the elves.  I don’t trust them.”