First off, Lou needs a good fan fiction, he's been hanging halfway out of an SUV for goodness sakes! Lou, you can get back inside the SUV btw.
Lou: Thank you.
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Damien Dunbar, a white man who was in his late 20s, sat on the steps of a townhouse on the streets of Jane and Finch, he looked up as someone yelled out, "Hey Big D!"
Damien growled under his breath, who ever created that retarded nickname for him was going to pay dearly. "Dragon," he acknowledged.
"Silver Back wants us to meet us in his crib," Dragon said.
"Got it," he said. He got up and followed Dragon to a small townhouse on the street corner, it stood there like a sentinel, guarding all of its charges and making sure no one would rise up in rebellion.
They arrived at the house and were let inside by a lookout. Silver Back, a tall African American man with a black bandana covering his head was sitting on a couch, his arms splayed over the edge. "Yo, Big D! Dragon! It's been a while!" he said sitting up.
"It has Silver Back," Big D said. Both he and Dragon sat down across from Silver Back. There was a coffee table between them.
"Well, I've got a new target for ya," he opened a book on the coffee table, a photo was on the page, followed by a list of addresses, and times, "time to begin Operation: Loose Ends. And this is our man." Silver Back pointed to the picture, "Lou Young, also known as Lil Louie."
"No so little anymore bro," Dragon said staring at the photo, "this guy's in the SRU, you want us to silence him?!"
"Yeah, the good old fashioned way, drive by," Silver Back said.
"Do you know if it's possible? I mean the guy has a flack jacket." Big D asked.
"Then aim for the head you idiot," Silver Back said, "it ain't my problem if you miss."
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"Hey Spike, I finally see you've gotten a girlfriend other than Babycakes!" Lou said in the minutes of casual locker room banter that had surrounded the team minutes before shift.
"How'd you know?" Spike asked.
"I saw you walking to a car yesterday, the driver was a girl," Lou answered pulling a shirt over his head.
"How do you know that it wasn't just my mom?" Spike grinned mischievously.
"If your mom was that young, I'm going to be very scared," Lou said.
"How long have you had her Spike?" Sam asked.
"For a few months," Spike said proudly, as if he had climbed Mount Everest.
This was followed by a low whistle from several of the guys, "Wow," Ed said, "That's quite an accomplishment there."
"This is as surprising as Samtastic hooking up with Jules!" Wordy stated, it was followed by bursts of laughter from the other guys sans Sam.
"Alright, alright," Greg said in a placating tone, "lets hurry up guys, we're still in the SRU. Not in high school."
Minutes later, the team gathered in the briefing room, Jules, the lone female member on the team, was already there. "And I thought it took long for a girl to get ready," she quipped, "what did you guys get stuck in there?"
"Eddie lost his mascara," Wordy joked patting the team leader on the back.
"Actually," Ed said, casting a venomous glance at Wordy, "Spike seems to have gotten a girlfriend."
"Nice job Spike," Jules said, "what's her name? Babycakes?"
"Okay guys, come on, let's get back to the SRU here," Greg said, "and let's get this briefing done." He sat at the head of the table while everyone else sat down in their usual places. Sam and Jules sat together at the end of the table next to Greg. Ed usually sat beside both of them so that three snipers were on one side of the table. Spike and Lou sat directly across from Sam and Jules with Wordy sitting across from Ed.
"It's been a quiet day so far, and so I decided for us to go on patrol," Greg said, "So lets split up into teams."
"Lou and I can take West," Spike spoke up. Lou and Spike were inseparable as team mates, they were best friends.
"Jules and I will take East," Sam offered.
"Alright, just no hanging out at Island Foods for too long," Ed laughed.
"I guess that leaves me with Mr. Lane and Mr. Wordsworth in the command truck," Greg stated.
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Dragon and Big D watched as two SUVs and a mobile command unit left the SRU, Dragon had the best eyes and so he spotted Lou immediately in one of the SUVs headed towards the streets of Jane and Finch. He tapped the driver on the shoulder and they drove after the black SUV.
In the SUV, Lou and Spike were oblivious to the sedan tailing them, in fact, they were still discussing the recent developments, namely, Spike's girl friend.
"So what is her name Spike?" Lou asked.
"Her name," Spike said with a dreamy look in his eyes, "is Liza."
"Liza? Is that short for something?"
"Yeah, Elizabeth," Spike was still lost in his dream world, and it was a good thing he wasn't driving, "tonight I'm having her over for dinner at my mom's. Do you think I should cook some Fettuccini Alfredo? Or Grilled Polenta?"
"You Italians and your cuisines," Lou said, "I thought your mom would cook."
"It took me over 30 minutes to convince her not to cook and let me do the work, I want to impress her."
"Well, you can cook, I'll tell you that already Spike," Lou stated. One day, Spike had brought his Fettuccini Alfredo over to the SRU as an after shift snack. It was really good, but it started a series of jokes about Spike and Rachel Ray, none of them too nice. From that day on, Spike never brought his food over to the SRU.
"Thanks," Spike said, he was staring in the wing mirror, and he noticed a familiar car tailing them. It was familiar because out of habit, he looked in the mirror during their conversation and the car was always there. "Hey, that sedan's been tailing us ever since we left HQ," he said.
"What?" Lou asked, looking in his rear view mirror, "that's strange."
"Yeah," Spike said turning on his radio, he stated into the head set, "Hey, sarge?"
"Yeah Spike?" Greg replied.
"There's been this car that's been tailing us since we left the SRU," Spike said.
"Alright Spike, can you get a license plate?" Ed had turned on his communicator and so had Wordy. Wordy sat in the back of the command unit now with a laptop, ready to type in the plate.
"Negative," Spike said, "I can't see it."
Just then, the car rammed into the SUV with force. Lou lost control of the truck, and the wheel was wrenched out of his hands. Spike yelled out as they made a 180 turn on the road. The Suburban finally slowed down to a stop, and Lou and Spike were breathing heavy.
"Spike, you okay?" Lou asked.
"Yeah," Spike said, "I think so, ugh." He clapped his hand over his forehead, which was now bleeding.
Greg's voice crackled over the radio, "Spike! Lou! Do you copy?"
"Yeah, we copy sarge," Lou said, leaning back in his seat, the car was no where in sight, but he couldn't help but feel a moment of creeping dread. Like someone was poised to stab a dagger in your back, but you couldn't see him, or do anything about it.
Spike opened the door, his hand on his gun which was still in its holster. He stumbled out of the car looking around. The street was empty, there were town houses on either side, but there was no one that was visible in them.
"Spike, Lou, we're enroute with medics," Greg said, "Just stay there until we arrive. Is the car still in the area?"
"That's a negative Sarge," Lou said looking around. He had also exited the vehicle.
Just then, the car reappeared, traveling perpendicular to the SUV at an intersection. It was apparent that the driver had turned at the intersection and then made a U-turn further up the road.
The car slowed and a window opened, Lou caught sight of that immediately. Growing up on the street, Lou knew exactly what was about to happen.
"SPIKE GET DOWN!" he yelled and dove.
Spike was still disoriented from the crash and resulting head injury, so he didn't see the danger until it was too late, "What?" he asked.
Suddenly, gunshots from an Uzi sounded through the quiet streets, Big D had the SMG while Dragon was firing with a Semi-auto. They fired towards the truck and two officers, who were on the wrong side of the doors, so they couldn't offer any protection.
Lou managed to get inside the truck, and not a second too soon, because a bullet whizzed by his foot and hit the door. Lou yelled out over the sound into his radio, "SHOTS FIRED! SHOTS FIRED! Intersection of Jane and Finch!"
"We're almost there Lou!" Greg said, "ETA's three minutes!"
The gunshots finally abated, leaving the Suburban with two flat tires and several shot out windows. Lou's heart hammered as he saw the car disappear, then he saw Spike lying on the ground in a pool of blood.
"SPIKE!" he yelled out, jumping over the console to the fallen officer.
Spike hadn't got into the SUV in time, he was panting heavily, the pain was intense that was the only word to describe it. There was a point which felt as if it was jabbing into his shoulder, he looked down at his shoulder and saw why, there was a bullet wound there, blood was gushing out of it. He also saw one on his thigh, "Ugh," he groaned leaning back down, Lou had crossed the car and was now getting out of the door.
"Spike, stay with me," he said, and then shouted out in his radio, "OFFICER DOWN! OFFICER DOWN! SPIKE'S BEEN HIT!"
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I'm evil! Yayy! Oh, wait, that's not good . . . eheheheh xD. Sorry for shooting Spike everyone.
