Okay, so I found this show pretty interesting, especially Spike (and his friendship with Ed and Greg)
When a gang shooting results in a massive explosion, the team must race to find Ed and a badly injured Spike in time. Was the bomb placed to kill a gang or Team One?
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint or any of the characters. (Too bad..)
'Team One, Hot Call! Gear up!', Peter's voice sounded through the speakers accompanied by the ever blaring alarms.
It was half past 7 in the morning, the team already worked out as usual and was now freshly showered and dressed, ready to gear up for their next mission.7
'What have we got?', Parker asked in his radio, as he and the others loaded their gear into the trucks.
'Man reported an ongoing gang shooting just outside of Toronto. He saw eight people, one of whom was already injured. The Toronto Outlaws are fighting the Blood Nation, they appear to be extremely aggressive. Have been fighting over drugs for a few years already.
Something else might have fuelled this shooting though, as a member of the Outlaws was found murdered in some alley a few weeks back. Metropolitan Police was not able to pin it on anybody just yet, but the Outlaws probably believe it was their arch enemy. Metro Police are on the scene. Approach with caution.'
'Alright, get me a map of the area and the building. Are civilians in the near vicinity?'
'No. The building is abandoned, used to be a factory for metal pipes and rebars and the likes until the owner went bankrupt some ten years ago. Hasn't been used ever since.', Peter replied quickly.
'So no civilians involved .. that's something.', Greg muttered under his breath, as he and Jules got in the car and sped out of the garage, sirens blaring and lights flashing.
It was a good 35 minute drive.
Shortly before arriving at the scene he went on to divide the teams. 'Lew you're on truck duty today. Spike and Ed, I want you to cover the 3rd and 4th floor. Sam, Jules and Wordy, you will cover the 1st and 2nd floor. I will try and see if I can reach anything by negotiation.'
'Alright Boss.', the team said in unison.
'Damn, no work for Babycakes.', Spike said. He pulled down the corners of his mouth and looked over to Ed, who was busy following the first SUV.
'Why don't you nickname your gun? Or better not, you'd probably get all trigger happy and Greg would have a fit, because then he can't negotiate.', Ed laughed.
Spike grinned. He couldn't be happier with his team at the moment. Everybody got along so well, and the trust and faith they had in each other, he thought could never be broken. He loved them like family and the laughs and jokes they shared every day. The job was dangerous, so being able to connect to your team was something he valued deeply. His thoughts trailed off upon reaching their destination. Gunshots and loud yelling were heard, but nobody was seen, except for 3 police cars and 7 officers.
They parked the cars about 50 m safely from the large building and gathered around Greg as an Officer made his way over to them.
Metro Police Inspector Barts introduced himself to the team, shaking everybody's hand quickly.
'I didn't send anyone in yet, since we've just arrived. Talking to them was unsuccessful though. Absolutely no reaction. We wanted to wait on you guys.', he apologized.
Lew climbed into the truck to begin with the protocol. 'Lew, find me everything about those gangs and the murder from a few weeks ago.', Greg ordered.
'Copy that.', he began to dig for the information.
The old factory looked fairly shabby, windows were broken, the ugly grey rendering crumbling down exposing pure concrete. It was big though, four stories high and about 200 m in width. Spike couldn't see the length from where they stood, but estimated it to be around 60 m or so.
None of the gang members seemed to have noticed the SRU team arriving. Greg raised the megaphone as the rest of the team began to move into position at the entrance.
'I'm Sergeant Greg Parker, with the Police Strategic Response Unit, please surrender your weapons and exit the building.', he stated in his ever calm voice.
Neither the gunfire nor the yelling ceased. Ed and Wordy looked back at Greg, who gave them the go ahead to enter.
Sam, Jules and Wordy moved quickly to the left of the building to give Ed and Spike cover. Three individuals were on the ground floor near the entrance, shooting and screaming madly at each other. They were partially hidden behind some rubble and metal pipes.
As he and Spike were moving past their two teammates to reach for the stairs, Ed thought briefly that negotiation is never gonna work here. The gangs were too pumped up to even notice or listen to the cops.
Behind him he heard Wordy call out. 'This is the Strategic Response Unit, surrender your weapons!'
Unsurprisingly nothing happened, apart from more bullets flying around.
'This is gonna be fun.'
Spike and Ed were quick to reach and clear the 4th floor. Fifteen minutes have passed since their arrival on the scene and their entrance to the 3rd floor. Over the comms they heard their team mates calls of 'Subject contained' or 'Subject eliminated' a few times. They knew that there were only four other subjects left now. It was relatively quiet. The gunshots and shouts were distant.
Spike moved in first. The hallway looked empty, with a few doors on its left and right side swung open. He reached the first door and carefully peaked inside. Empty. 'Clear.', he called over to Ed, who was close behind him.
Ed moved quickly past him to the second door on the right. The door was swung open to the inside of the room. Suddenly he stopped and held his fist up. Spike immediately halted right behind him. From inside the room they could hear someone crying softly. Ed gestured for Spike to move to the other side of the door. They were going in.
'Police! Drop your weapon!'
On the ground lay a dark-skinned boy, 4 holes in his torso and covered over and over in blood. He couldn't have been much older than 13. Leaning over him stood an adult, young man, around 20 years old. He was the one sobbing, probably mourning the death of his younger friend or brother.
'Drop the weapon!', Ed repeated, his own gun firmly trained on the young man.
'They killed him! He was my brother, the only family I had left!', he cried out, voice thick with disgust. The man straightened and turned to Ed and Spike. He seemed to be in a daze, his eyes glazed over with pain and unshed tears, his mind not yet fully grasping the death of his little brother. Spike's eyes left the contorted face of his opponent and looked at the gun in his hand.
He had seen that model before, a handgun but specifically designed to be used with armor piercing bullets.
His eyes widened in horror.
Okay, so here's the first chapter. :)
I'm always keen on getting reviews. Please let me know what you think about writing style, grammar, word choice (I'm not native), etc.
Looking very much forward to that and I'll be quick to post the next chapter.