Jamie sank onto his couch, he had just finished a double shift. Over half of the police force was out with the flu. He fought to keep his eyes open, but lost the battle.
Jamie woke with a start, when he heard someone at his front door. They weren't knocking, but he could hear men whispering. Jamie rose from the couch and silently walked to the door, he peered through the peephole and saw two men standing close to the door. Before Jamie knew what was happening, bullets started flying through the door. One ripped into his arm and the other tore through abdomen. Jamie stumbled into the kitchen, trying to get to the phone. He tripped over the rug and landed hard on the ground. Blood continued to poor from his wounds and he was too weak to get up. Jamie lay on his kitchen floor, going in and out of consciousness, praying for someone to find him.
Jared and David climbed up the stairs of the apartment complex. Their guns hidden in their coats.
"Are you sure this is the right place?"
"Yea, the boss said it was." Jared pointed to the door and motioned for David to be quiet. They stopped at the door and David reached for the handle. Jared slapped his hand.
"Are you an idiot?" David withdrew his hand and looked down at his feet. "He's a cop, he wouldn't leave his door unlocked."
"Oh, right."
"Shh." Jared placed his ear to the door. "He must of heard us, I can hear him walking to the door. It's time for plan B."
"What was plan B?" Jared pulled out his gun and screwed the silencer to the end of it, and pressed it against the door. David watched and then repeated Jared's actions.
"Wait...OK...Now!" Both men fired into the door. They heard Jamie stumble around until he collapsed on the ground. The two men placed their guns back inside their coats and disappeared down the stairs.
Danny hung up the phone angrily after getting Jamie's voicemail again.
"Danny, maybe he just overslept. He did just finish a double shift." Danny looked at his wife and sighed.
"Yea, but he promised that he'd watch the boys tonight."
"Well, sitting in the car, outside his apartment is not getting anything accomplished." Linda opened her car door. "I'm going to run up and get him, you stay here." Before Danny could protest, Linda had closed the door and entered the apartment. As she ran up the stairs, she bumped into two men.
"Excuse us, ma'am." They smiled at her and continued on their way. Linda didn't think much of it. She got to the top of the stairs and stopped dead in her tracks when she came to Jamie's door. Panic set in as she saw all the bullet holes in it. She pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed Danny's number.
"Did you wake sleeping beauty?"
"Danny, get up here now."
"What's wrong?" Danny was already out of the car and running up the stairs, he made it to the top, before Linda could answer. Danny stopped dead in his tracks. "Are those bullet holes?" Danny ran to the door and tried the knob, when he found it was locked, he kicked the door in.
"Jamie?" Danny ran into the apartment and dropped to his knees next to Jamie. There was so much blood, that Danny wasn't sure how many times Jamie had been shot. He could faintly hear, Linda talking to the 911 operator. Danny reached shaky fingers to Jamie's neck and waited. He was relieved to find that Jamie still had a pulse. Moments later, the paramedics arrived and pushed Danny out of the way. He held onto Linda as they worked on Jamie. Everything was a blur as the paramedics rushed Jamie out of the apartment and into the waiting ambulance.
"Danny, c'mon. Let's go. I'll drive, you need to call your Dad." Linda wiped the tears from her eyes and climbed into the drivers seat. Danny pulled his phone out and dialed his father's number.
Frank sat in the conference room, and listened to the arguing that was going on. His phone buzzed and he glanced down at it. He ignored the call, knowing that Danny would understand why. The phone rang again and Frank ignored the call again. A few minutes passed and Baker came rushing into the room. The room went silent and Frank looked up at her. She had unshed tears in her eyes. Frank rose from his chair.
"Sir, It's Jamie."