AUTHOR NOTE :

Welcome to my first Psych fanfiction! I appreciate even the fact that you were interested enough to click on the title. So, I hope you enjoy and please let me know via the reviews what you think. Be as vague or detailed as you like. Also, I always find the beginnings of stories the most difficult so, if you have the will to continue reading, it will get slowly better. I promise.

Shawn, Gus, Juliet and Lassiter exit the Santa Maria Discovery Museum, meandering to a halt at the top of the large set of steps.

"Another case solved…" Sighs Juliet in content.

"We should get back to the station, file up the reports and –."
"I'm sensing something!" Shawn exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.
Juliet leans forward slightly. "About the case?"
"No... This is something different." Shawn decides, frowning slightly.
Lassiter rolls his eyes. "If this is another joke about me-"
"Hush, Lassie." Shawn snaps.
Lassiter quiets, too surprised by Shawn's seriousness to be offended.
Shawn's head flicks to his right, then his left, and finally straight ahead. His face whitens dramatically and his hands fall to his sides. He turns to Lassie, stuttering ever so slightly. "Hey, Lassie? If you were trying to, you know, shoot someone a- and you missed... What would you do then?"
"Keep shooting." Lassiter replies honestly, confused by the question.
"I thought so." He mumbles, before pausing. "I'm about to be in a lot of pain."
"What -" Gus begins, before being cut off by a gunshot.
Shawn immediately falls backward from the impact, clutching his right shoulder.
"Shawn!" Yell Gus and Juliet.
Lassiter stares at Shawn for a moment before reaching for his gun. He turns to Juliet, intending to tell her to do the same, when he sees her, as well as Gus, lying on the ground next to the shuddering Shawn. He turns back to the assailant before feeling a sharp pinch in his leg. He looks down, swaying, and sees a small dart pinning the material of his trousers to his skin. He promptly collapses.
Shawn grinds his teeth, seeing his friends drop around him. 'Were they shot, too?' He wonders, not remembering hearing more than one shot. He turns his head to see the shooter talking with someone, pointing over to him. Looking around some more, his eyes first fall on Lassie. He forces himself to crawl the small distance to him and puts his hand to his neck. Feeling a pulse, he takes his hand away and sighs slightly in relief. His friends are okay. He then sees Lassiter's gun, half out of the holster. He reaches but gasps in pain as a foot lands on his hand. He manages to pull it back and look up. It's him! He was... He was one of the criminals from a case he worked on. "G - Griffin Mahoney?" Shawn croaked out.
'Griffin' looks down at him, momentary confusion on his face. "You remember me?"
"Of course, quartermaster."
Griffin seems conflicted for a moment before shaking his head. He turns to Lassiter and holds up his gun. Shawn's eyes widen and he feels around with his throbbing hand. His fingers brush over a rock half the size of a golf ball and he grabs it. Without even thinking, he throws the rock at Griffin. Finding its mark, the rock hits the man square in the face.
Griffin is sent slightly sideways, his gun still going off. The bullet hits the ground behind Lassiter.
Shawn lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. Lassiter may be kind of an ass sometimes, but he's still an okay guy.
Shawn's exhale is cut off as he gets harshly kicked in the stomach. His ribs protest as he gets kicked again. Griffin seethes with anger and points the gun at Shawn. "You're going to regret that, sonny."
"Griffin! Comes a shout from behind Shawn. "We need him alive, remember!"
Griffin clenches his jaw and kicks him again.
"You're lucky we need you."

"Not sure that's the right word." Shawn grimaces, curling in on himself in an instinctual attempt to protect his now fragile ribs from further damage.
A woman jogs up, holding a gun. She gives a stern look at Griffin. "Have you forgotten the whole reason we're doing this?"
"No. He's just so infuriating."
The woman turns to Shawn, who looks up at her.
"Raylene?"
She squints her eyes slightly before crouching down next to him, turning her head. She places her hand gently on his injured shoulder and smiles. "Be smart and do what we say." Then, she scowls. She tightens her grip, pushing her thumb into the wound. "Not that you have much of a choice."
Shawn grinds his teeth, giving her a determined glare. He then perks his head up ever so slightly, pretending to hear something. "Is that sirens?" He lies.
Her face tightens in panic and she let's go of Shawn, springing to her feet and turning to Griffin. "Bring him. Hurry."
She runs down the sets of stairs, toward a van. Griffin moves to Shawn and hurriedly grasps his arms, pulling them both back and dragging him. Shawn gasps as his wound and ribs are jostled and fresh blood oozes from the bullet hole. He curses himself for only being able to think about the future of his shirt, which is very quickly being soaking through with blood. A few moments later, he's being stuffed into the back of the van. The door is slammed after him and Griffin disappears from view. The engine bursts into life and the van moves forward.

Juliet's eyes flicker open. Her mind is foggy for a few moments before she realises what happened. She gasps and jumps up. Her limbs ache slightly as she shakes off the last of the tranquilliser effects. She looks around to find herself still on the ground outside the building. Once she spots two others alongside her, she quickly wakes them. Gus immediately panics.
"Where's Shawn?!" He spins around, futilely looking for a sign of his friend. "SHAWN!" He shouts.
"Gus, we'll find him." Juliet assures him, brushing herself off.
Lassiter takes out his phone, already beginning to stride away.
"Detective?!" Gus exclaims. "W - Where are you going?"
"To the station, of course. Come on."

Lassiter rushes into the station, Gus and Juliet hot on his heels. He slams open the door to the chief's office and comes to a halt in front of her desk. She looks at him in surprise. "What happened, Lassiter?"
"We were attacked, chief. They shot Spencer, knocked us out and took him."
"Took him? You mean, he's been kidnapped? With a gunshot wound?"
"Yes." Confirms O'Hara.
"Let's get right on it." Karen says, getting up from her chair. "Everyone I can spare will be included. Hopefully -"
She is interrupted by the loud ringing of a phone.
Gus pulls out his mobile from his pocket and looks at the caller ID. His eyes widen. "It's Shawn!" He yells, holding it out in panic.
She points at the chair in front of her desk. "Sit down, answer it and put it on speaker phone! Hurry!"
Gus complies, and sets the phone on the table. "S - Shawn?"
"Gus." Whispers Shawn from the other end.
"Shawn! Oh my God! Buddy -"
"Shh... Heh. They forgot to take my phone. Idiots."
"Do you know where you are?" Asks Lassiter, stepping up to the phone to be heard.
"Oh, hey Lassie." Shawn mumbles, nonchalantly. "I'm... In a van. They're still driving. It's somewhere around East Donovan Road right now."
"How do you know? Did you see a road sign?" Juliet questions, her eyebrows lowered.
"No... To be honest, I got lost around East Alvin, but the sounds of the traffic led me back to North Miller."
"You memorised the streets of Santa Maria?"
"I looked at a map a few weeks ago."
"And you remembered?!" Exclaims Juliet, shocked.
"Sure. I- Ah!" Shawn's voice muffles slightly as he clenches his teeth from the pain.
"Shawn? Are you okay?" Asks Gus, worry etched on his features.
"Yeah, this is a fake bullet wound." Shawn chuckles lightly. He then forces himself to stop. "And possible fractured ribs."
"What? Fractured ribs? How did that happen?!" Demands the chief.
"Oh, hey chief. How are you today?" He asks, sounding overly cheerful.
She opens her mouth, unsure if it was rhetorical. From Shawn's silence, she decides it wasn't and hesitantly answers. "Uh, I'm fine."
"Good. That's good."
"Anyway, the ribs? How did that happen?"
Shawn sighs, obviously avoiding the question. "Does it even -" He cuts himself off as the van grinds to a halt. He whispers. "It's stopping. I think we're near the North Broadway Plaza shopping centre. They -"
His voice gets cut off and the phone is dropped as the back of the van is opened. There's fumbling and protests from Shawn before a pause. A loud, but muffled pained grunt echoes through the speaker. Everyone in the small office stares, panicked, at the phone.

Shawn tries to shout through the gag as he is roughly pulled alongside Griffin. His arm bursts with another round of pain, eliciting an involuntary whimper. After a few minutes of intolerable motion, Shawn is brought into a small empty building. He looks around, recognising it slightly. The gag slips, freeing Shawn's mouth. They pass through a metal gate, like a jail cell, into an even smaller room. Two others were waiting.
"You took your time. We got back ages ago." Sneers a young woman with black hair.
"Yeah, what took so long?" Questions the other man angrily.
"Alice Bundy and Robert Dunn." Shawn sighs, confirming his thoughts aloud.
"I'M NOT ROBERT!" The man yells, striding forward and punching him.
Shawn is sent sideways, before being pulled back upright by Griffin, who readjusts the gag. "Stop with the dramatics." Griffin scolds.
He pulls Shawn further into the room. They reach yet another door, this one being full metal, like the door to a safe. Alice follows behind them.
"What are you waiting for?!" Griffin spits. "I can't hold his wrists forever!"
She scowls before leaning into the empty corner nearest the door. She reaches down and digs her nails into one of the floorboards. It comes loose and she pulls it up, extending her hand into the space. A rattling sound emits from the hole. Shawn doesn't know whether to laugh or weep at the sight of the old war shackles. As Alice moves over with them, Shawn spots a gold bullet casing stuck in one of the chain links. It gets jostled as she walks, and begins to slip. Shawn quickly but subtly moves his legs enough to catch the bullet, preventing it from hitting the ground and making a noise. He moves back to his previous

position, but angles himself so that the bullet falls between his legs, muffled by the material of his jeans.
His hands are bound by the old metal cuffs, which are then attached to a hook in the wall by a small length of chain.
"Is that really as small as you could get it? He can still get around at least a couple metres." Alice complains.
"And what do you expect him to do? Disappear by twitching?" Growls Griffin sarcastically.
"What if he manages to break them and he makes a run for it next time we open the door?"
"First of all, that's what the other doors and guns are for. Secondly, he has a bullet wound."
"Since when does a shoulder injury affect your legs?" She asks, looking unconvinced.
He sighs deeply and stands up. "Fine."
He turns back to Shawn and looks down at his vulnerable extended legs. Shawn's eyes widen. He wouldn't.
Griffin stamps on Shawn's left leg with all the sympathy of an elephant crushing a blade of grass. After a few impacts, the bone cracks loudly, echoing around the small dark cell. Shawn does nothing but lurch and whimper.
Griffin looks back at Alice. "Satisfied?"
She nods, her eyes glinting evilly. She motions to the door and Griffin moves to leave. Leaving herself, she glances back at Shawn with a small chuckle. "Be right back."
The door grinds shut behind her, leaving Shawn in complete darkness. The adrenaline slowly vanishes, bringing the pain of the harsh injuries full force.

The doors of the police station are smashed open, the responsible figure moving through like a force of nature. Karen, Lassiter, Juliet and Gus all look up in shock as the door to the room is almost taken off it's hinges. "WHERE IS MY SON?!" Rages Henry Spencer.
"Mr. Spencer -" Begins Karen, before being cut off.
"AND YOU -!" He yells, pointing accusingly at Lassiter. "You were with him! You should have protected him! He's a civilian, unlike YOU, detective!" He says, emphasising the 'detective'.
"Mr. Spencer, calm down!" Karen commands.
"Do you want us to find Shawn or not?"
Henry glares again at Lassiter before turning away. "How did this happen?"
"I've got someone to ensure the connection with Shawn's phone stays open and they are listening for any sounds or movement. Our attempts at tracking the whereabouts of the phone have been so far unsuccessful. We have just received the security footage from the building they were coming out of when it happened. We were just about to review it, as these three were knocked out for most of it."
They all gather around the screen as the footage begins. After a few seconds, the group emerges from the building, talking. They stop outside, just visible on the edge of the camera's view. The figure of Shawn throws his hands in the air.
"He said he was sensing something. But... Then, he asked Lassiter what he would -"
Lassiter interrupts Juliet in her explanation. "What I would do if I was shooting at someone and missed."
"What did you say?" Questions Karen.
"I'd keep shooting." He pauses. "Spencer said he 'thought as much' and that he was about to be in a lot of pain."
Karen looks confused. "If he knew it was about to happen, why didn't he do anything?"
"Don't you understand?" Interjects Henry, sadly. "He knew that if he tried to run, they would just keep trying. Which... Increases the chance of hitting someone else."
"Are you saying that Shawn made himself an easy target so they wouldn't hit the others?" Karen asks, more determined and slightly... Proud.
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
Lassiter, Juliet and Gus all adopt the same expression. He could have just saved one, or all, of their lives.
Karen plays the footage again. They see Shawn collapse and Henry visibly winces. He's almost immediately followed by Juliet and Gus. Lassiter remains standing for a few more seconds before also falling to the ground.
Leaning in closer, they see Shawn struggle over to Lassiter. He reaches his hand to the unconscious figure's neck and his expression settles slightly.
"He was checking you were okay." Sighs Juliet in surprised admiration.
Lassiter stares at the screen, unsure of how he should feel.
Shawn then tries to pull the gun from the holster, his hand almost immediately being stood on. Everyone in the room twitches in shock. "That's Griffin Mahoney!" Exclaims Gus, recognising the old man.
Shawn successfully pulls his hand back and seemingly converses with the man. The man shakes his head and points his gun at Lassiter.
"Whoa! Okay, so I definitely was NOT shot."
"Shhh!"
Shawn looks extremely panicked as he scrambles to look for something on the ground. He finds a large rock and throws it.
Lassiter's jaw drops. His eyebrows shoot up when Shawn gets kicked in the stomach. He looks around to find everyone else with the same expression. Karen pauses it. "That'll explain the fractured ribs."
Henry looks angry and yet understanding when he turns to Lassiter.
Lassiter swallows. "He... Put himself in harm's way. He withstood more pain... To save my life."
"You owe it to him to save his in return." Henry says, his voice low.
Lassiter lowers his eyebrows, his eyes taking on a determined shine. The rest of them calm themselves before continuing. They all immediately wince when Shawn gets kicked again.
The gun is pointed at him this time, but is interrupted by a woman appearing on screen.
"Raylene Wilcroft!" Gus interrupts again.
She kneels down next to Shawn, saying something to him. She pushes her thumb into the wound.
Henry almost openly sobs and Gus puts a hand over his mouth, trying not to throw up.
The police members in the room draw their attention to Shawn's expression at this point.
"Has he actually vocally expressed his pain?" Juliet questions, staring at his face and gritted teeth.
They all look at each other and silently commend Shawn's apparent tolerance to pain.
The woman then moves quickly as she lets go, stands up and disappears from the camera's view. The man in the footage takes Shawn's arms roughly and drags him out of frame.
Karen stops the footage.
"I'm going to kill them." Henry mutters. "All of them."
Gus blinks slowly. He takes a deep breath before his brain starts working. "Oh my God, where would they have taken him? What could they be doing to him right now? What if they're hurting him even more! They probably don't intend to let him go! They're gonna kill him!"
"Gus!" Juliet snaps.
He spins to look at her. Her eyes soften and she says gently. "We will find him. And he won't be..." She trails off.
"He won't be dead. We are going to find him, and he will be alive. I'll make sure of that." Lassiter proclaimed, nodding his head in determination.

Shawn can't help but whimper as he tries to move. The broken bone sends pulses of excruciating pain through his body, meeting with the pain of the bullet wound and fighting for control. He carefully moves his uninjured leg, manipulating the gold bullet toward him. Picking it up, he squeezes it in the space between his wrist and the shackle, securing it. Once it's acceptably hidden, he turns his attention to the rest of the room. Having adjusted slightly to the dark, he looks for anything to help him. The chain attaching him to the wall was only around two metres long, which might have allowed for quite a bit of movement, if he didn't have a broken leg and a gunshot wound. As his hope slowly diminished, the door was opened. A streak of bright light burst through the gap, eliciting a wince from Shawn, his eyes squinting. Alice enters and closes the door slightly behind her. Still being able to see, with an intimidating amount of light, she strides toward Shawn. She kneels down next to him and sighs. "You know... You DID get in the way of my revenge. Which means that you deserve to be punished, too."
She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small pocket knife. She shrugs one shoulder. "It could be prettier." She admits. "But it could have been much worse. I at least made sure it was painfully sharp. This is going to hurt."
She smirks as she brings the knife closer to him. "Now, where should we start?"
She hums for a moment. "Let's test it first, shall we? Somewhere not quite as... Important." She scans him over, an almost hungry look in her eyes. She pauses on his shoes and pulls his colourful canvas trainers off. "Won't be needing those, will you?" She exposes his feet and leans toward them. Holding his right ankle with one of her hands, she holds the tip of the blade pressed against his heel. Cutting deep and curving upward across the arch of his foot, Alice laughs as the blood drips to the floor. Shawn scrunches his eyes closed. They fly back open a few moments later as he feels a sharp pain on his cheek. He can feel the warm blood oozing down his chin as he looks back at Alice.
Her gaze is furious. "Don't you dare close your eyes. You need to witness each and every little thing I have in store for you." She squints at the wound on his cheek. "I didn't mean to make it that deep." Shrugging, she scans him over again. A few moments pass of her staring at his shirt before the corners of her mouth slowly twitch up into a grin. "I've just had the best idea."

She gently unbuttons his shirt. "So considerate of you to wear a shirt with buttons. That makes this a whole lot easier." Pushing the sides of his shirt away, she hums at his exposed chest. "So clear... Like a blank canvas." She leans in and begins her 'brush strokes'. "So, my idea. I was thinking of giving you something more... Lasting. Just in case you ever manage to get away, I wanted to leave my mark. Something that will not only bring you pain, speaking emotionally of course at the moment, but also anyone else who might see it. I'm thinking 'No one helped me'? Yes. That's good." She finishes 'writing' on him and admires her work. "It'll probably bleed too much to read some of it, but don't worry. It'll scar." She forcefully turns Shawn over and lifts the back of

his shirt. "I'm thinking a matching set. Make it even. It needs to link with the front... How about 'No one stopped this'? Ohh, yes! I like that." She writes the words slowly and deeply into his back, relishing in the pain it's sure to bring. After completing the sentence, she turns him back over and redoes his shirt buttons. "Wouldn't want the others seeing this, hm? This is our special fun."
As she does up the last button, the door is pushed open slightly further. "Alice, you haven't -"
"He's alive." She states.
"Good. Now, move. I need to set everything up. It's time." Commands Raylene.
The group of criminals light up the room dimly and bring in a small table, with a stack of papers and pens.
"You are going to tell us how to break into this bank without getting caught. You're psychic. Think quickly." Raylene says, taking charge.
Shawn's mouth is roughly released from the gag. He coughs slightly and clears his throat. "Are there blueprints?" He asks, his voice gravelly.
She smiles. "Smart man."
She rifles through the papers and spreads the document out on the table.
He sighs, pushing down the pain. "Okay, here we go."

"We need to figure out what their plans are."
Karen demands. "What are they plotting to do?"
"If they took Shawn, and kept him alive, they must need him." Comments Juliet. "They must be planning to commit a crime, believing that they'll get away with it if Shawn plans it for them."
"Like robbing a bank, or something?"
"Maybe, yes!"
Karen looks up from her computer. "I've just got a report from the Caldergate prison. Apparently they hadn't even noticed their absence until a few hours ago. We now have confirmation that there has, in fact, been an escape."
"No, really?" Gus mumbles, sarcastically.
Karen looks up at him before continuing. "They've reported four prisoners missing. Griffin Mahoney, Raylene Wilcroft, Alice Bundy and Robert Dunn."
"Oh, God." Breathes Gus. "They're all capable of murder and they all... Hate Shawn."

Shawn puts the pen down.
"It's perfect." Raylene grins. "No chance of getting caught. No holes."
"There is just one more thing you could do to make it even more secure."
She looks at him questioningly.
"Take me with you. I can tell you if there are any problems around, if anything needs to change."
"Fine, but you'll be chained up in the back of the van."
He nods.
Raylene looks around at her 'team'. "Alice can stay in the van."
Shawn makes a disapproving noise. "It would be better if it were... Griffin. He's older and you need the fittest of you to succeed. No offence, big guy."
Griffin seethes at him.
"Okay, Griffin stays in the van." Raylene agrees easily. "So, we have to go soon then? No other time is acceptable?"
Shawn nods again. "If the timing is off by any more than eight and a half minutes, it's over."
"We'd best get ready, then."

Unbearable. That's what the pain was like when they started to haul him out to the van. Shawn gasped every time there was a change in movement, but he clenched his teeth. This was crucial to his plan for being rescued. Once he was in, they chained him to the inside as Raylene had said. The engine of the vehicle bursts into life and Shawn catches his breath before scanning around for his phone.
Feeling it behind his back, he reaches for it painfully. He holds it up and listens.

"Chief, movement!" Exclaims an officer, coming into the room.
Karen immediately presses a few buttons on her office phone and they hear fumbling before a small silence.
"Shawn?" Asks Gus.

Shawn tries to answer, forgetting about the gag. He pulls it out. "Ugh." His voice is dry and crackly from dehydration. "Yeah. Sorry, forgot to remove that." He says in disgust.
"Remove what?"
Before he can answer, Lassiter growls. "They gagged him."
"Can we move on to important things?" Shawn coughs.
"This is important!" Disagrees Gus.
"I think trying to get out is more important than what's been happening to me."
There's a small silence before Shawn coughs again. "They're planning to rob a bank, but I guess you figured that out?"
"How did you -?" Began Juliet, before nodding slightly. "Oh, right."
Shawn smirks at his correct guess, but quickly grimaces. "And you already know who's here?"
"Yeah. Griffin, Raylene, Alice and Robert."
"Martin." Shawn interjects.
"What?"
"It's one of Robert's personalities."
Gus's eyes widen in remembrance. "The violent one."
Shawn is silent. In his reluctance to comment, he feels the van stop.
"Stopping." He whispers into the mic, before hiding it behind his back again.
The barrier between the front and back of the van is unlocked, and pulled open. Griffin stares menacingly back at him. "Just because I have to watch you, doesn't mean we have to talk. And you should know by now that, if you try to shout for help, I'll kill you." He says nonchalantly, as if it were a completely normal conversation. "Don't mind if I smoke, do you? Not that I would give a damn if you did."
He takes out a cigarette from its box in his pocket, and a metal flip lighter. He rolls down the window and rests his arm on the sill, taking a puff.
Shawn carefully removes the golden bullet from its hiding place between the shackle and his wrist, and holds it for a moment, waiting for his opportunity. He aims and throws the bullet out the open window, painfully reopening a lot of wounds. He coughs, covering up the sound of it hitting the ground. Griffin turns to him in annoyance. "Shut up."
Shawn says nothing for the rest of the wait, trying to stifle his lurches and gasps, the blood of multiple openings warm and sticky all over him.

Raylene hastily pulls the door of the van open and clambers inside. She grins as she gestures to get going. "It went perfectly. No faults at all."
Griffin looks at her. "Next one?"
"Yes. We'll plan the next one tomorrow. Tonight, we celebrate!"

As soon as the call came in for the robbery, Lassiter, Juliet and Gus were already out the door. Henry and Karen wait in the office, keeping an eye on everything else.
As they reach the bank, the manager greets them. "There isn't anything on the surveillance. Wiped. The van two of them arrived in was parked in that spot over there." He points.
Lassiter doesn't even ask him anything, he just rushes over to the empty space. He scans around, determined. As he looks, his shoe hits something, knocking it away. He picks up the bullet and examines it.
Juliet comes up behind him. "You find something?"
Lassiter shows it to her. "A gold bullet. An old one. It looks like the type we would use for our reenactments." His eyes widen. "The ones Griffin sold us in his shop! Come on!" He rushes away back to the car, bringing out his phone to call it in.

Shawn is chained up in the small safe room again, being thrown mercilessly into the back. His vision blurs slightly as the pain bursts. He hears cheery voices as the door is bolted. A few minutes later, a singular angry voice joins them. The door is hastily unbolted. "- back of the van! He could have ruined everything!"
Shawn sighs, resigning himself to his fate. He would be scared that they found his phone, obviously he's about to get hurt. Maybe even killed. But, his body is numb with pain already. It can't get much worse than this. Right?
The door swings. Martin explodes into the room, immediately striking him. His nose cracks. Raylene pulls him back, holding him against the wall. "Martin, stop! What are you taking about?"
The man holds up a mobile phone. "I found this in the back of the van! It's his goddamn phone! He's friends with the police, they're probably already on their way!"
Raylene turns to Shawn. She smiles in disappointment. "I thought we had something going here. We could have made a lot of money." Her face turns to fury, looking like an enraged lunatic as she kicks him in the stomach, just as Griffin had.
Shawn feels the bones of his ribs, threatening to break. He puts out his left hand, trying to stop, or at least soften, her harsh attacks. She stoops down and grabs his hand, bending two of his fingers backward until they also crack.
She kicks him a few more times.
"Raylene! Sirens!"
Her face tightens in fear and she runs out of the room, the others following suit. They bolt the door after them and grab all the money they can carry. Reaching the door, Lassiter points his gun at them. "Where is he?" He questions. They don't answer. "WHERE IS SHAWN?!" He takes a step closer in anger.
Police officers rush in, arresting each of the criminals. Lassiter, Juliet and Gus nod to Henry and Karen after all four were out of the building. They head in. They reach the safe door and take a collective breath. Lassiter unbolts it and yanks it open. Inching in, they all stand close together as they try to see in the pitch darkness.
"We need some light in here!" Lassiter orders, sternly. "Medics!"
The medical team were close behind, a stretcher already moving through the building. Two officers come in with a searchlight and set it in the corner of the room. They exit and hook it up to the power line.
As the bright light surged on, the room was thrown out of darkness.