He stood on the roof of a building waiting for the all clear from The Leader. He knew his duty, he had his orders and he would carry out those orders:
"Go to the top of the highest building, wait for the all clear, and then open fire on any NYPD Officers in site until you are out of ammo."
Others would be doing the same.
The Leader called it 9/11, but for cops or "open season on The Pigs". As an American and a New Yorker, he knew what this day would mean in the history books, and it did not scare him.
The all clear came, and he did as he was told. He heard shots and screams from his vantage points. He saw glass break at 1 police plaza and did a quick count, the 14h floor had been hit. He pointed his gun and pulled the trigger, he saw a blonde in an NYPD uniform hit the ground. Then Detective Regan shot him in the back of the head.
Mission Accomplished.
The paper read: 7 NYPD officers shot: 3 dead, 1 in critical condition in the ICU, 1 in a coma, all at Saint Vic's and 2 recovering from surgery.
In total 15 people lost there lives. It was, by all accounts, the worst attack on police officers in U.S history. The death toll included the 3 NYPD officers, 2 civilians caught in the cross fire and the 10 masked men on the building who opened fire. It still could have been worse, it had been planned to be worse.
In the days that followed there were lives to save, press conferences for the media, speeches to give, answer to search for, subpoena's served, arrests made, widows to comfort, promises made to grieving children, funerals to attend and trials to prepare for. Every member of the Regan family was involved, every member numb from the events of the one-day. The Regan family force was strong.
There was one exception.
Jamie.
Jamie Regan sat at the bed of his partner Eddie. No one dared tell him visiting hours were over. Because visiting hours don't apply to you when your partner is shot in broad daylight on the streets of New York. And there he would stay, day and night until his partner was whole again.
"Jamie, you have to eat." His sister tried reasoning with him.
"Go home and take a shower, and get some rest" His brother said.
"Son, we need you on the street," His dad said.
But Jaime just sat there, in shock. No one could reason with his thick Irish head. Because when it came to the woman he loved, there was no reasoning with him.
Not his sister,
Not his brother,
Not his father.
He was waiting for his partner.