A/N: This is my first Flashpoint fic and my first fanfic in general in a couple of years, so I hope it works. As far as the timeframe goes, I'm thinking is probably shortly before Toth shows up. I don't yet have a firm idea of exactly where this is going to go, so reviews are appreciated.
"Can you just put the gun down so that we can talk?" Sergeant Parker calmly called to the subject. "I just want to make sure you're both okay."
"Just leave us alone!" the subject yelled back as he alternated pointing the gun at his hostage and at the SRU officer standing in front of him, unaware of the rest of the team moving into positions around the underground parking garage. "We're fine! Just leave us alone!"
"Can you tell me what you're doing here today? I mean, people don't usually hold a gun to someone's head for no reason," Greg tried to reason while looking at the hostage, a young woman in her mid-twenties. Despite scrapes and torn jeans from the abduction, she appeared surprisingly calm.
"I told you," the subject screamed, putting the gun back to the woman's temple, "to leave us alone! She's fine for now, just a few scrapes and bruises, but she won't be if you don't let me do what I have to do!"
"I have the solution," Sam's voice came over the radio from where he was positioned behind a column.
"Copy that, Sam."
"Boss, a woman identifying herself as Marissa Hanley just called 9-1-1 to report her daughter being forcefully removed from her house and shoved into a car," Winnie said over the radio. "She identified the subject as being her daughter's ex-boyfriend, Troy Sutter. He works in the building you're in right now."
"Did she mention her daughter's name?" he asked, hoping the caller had given him enough information to start making a connection with the subject and his hostage.
"She didn't say. If I can get her back on the line, do you want me to patch her through?"
"See if you can get her back on the line first Winnie, if she saw her daughter taken she might be too distraught to help much," Greg said, picturing the hostage getting dragged out of the house. "Spike, see what you can dig up on Troy Sutter, we need to know if he's our guy or not."
"Already on it, boss. Gimme a minute, I'm digging."
"Something just doesn't look right here, boss," Jules said from behind the next column over from Sam. She watched from behind the subject as he continued to wave the gun around, occasionally pointing it at the hostage.
"She's right, we're missing something here," Ed said from his perch on the edge of the ramp leading up to the next level of the garage. "We're missing something, and it's something big. The body language from both of them is wrong."
"I hear ya Eddie," Greg said as he watched the subject continue to wave the gun around and the hostage remaining just a little too calm. "Can you lower the gun a little?" he called to the subject. "We don't want anybody getting hurt here, Troy. It is Troy, right?"
"Why don't you just leave us alone? We weren't bothering anybody, the garage was empty until you guys showed up," the subject spat, ignoring Greg's question, before putting the gun back to his hostage's head. "But if you insist on talking, I might have to kill her, because now you're bothering me."
"It's an alias!" Spike said quickly over the radio. "Troy Sutter died two years ago in a car-". He was cut off by the sudden flash and explosion between the pillars Sam and Jules were taking cover behind.
Falling debris blocked their view of the situation and the rest of the team. "No solution," Sam stated before asking if anybody knew what just happened.
"Looks like it was a distraction," Wordy responded as he noticed the subject lowering the gun. From this angle and the way he was holding the gun, Wordy could see that the safety had been on the whole time.
"Regroup!" Greg yelled to his team as the sound of automatic gunfire came from just outside the garage and started moving towards them.
Sam and Jules were the closest to the exit of the garage but as soon as they started to move around the debris pile towards the rest of their team, another explosion rocked the concrete columns near them, blocking any chance of getting to the their team or the exit. "Shit!" Sam exclaimed. "They've got grenades, whoever they are. Jules, stick close to me, I have a feeling there's going to be more where those two came from.
"Boss, we're cut off from you. Looks like the only way we can go right now is directly into the firefight," Jules informed Greg and the rest of the team as she knew they were all listening to find out the status of their missing teammates.
"Hold tight," Greg told them as another grenade flew in their direction.
"Copy that. I don't think we'll be going anywhere anyway, looks like we're blocked in now," Sam answered. "Spike, you see any way out of here?"
"You know, Sam, they don't usually include grenade-damage escape routes in blueprints. I'll see what I can find, but in the meantime, can I suggest trying a shovel?" Spike commented with a bit of a smirk.
"Thanks for that wonderful little piece of wisdom," Sam responded sarcastically. "Last time I checked, though, my name was Braddock, not Inspector Gadget."
"Samtastic, you've let me down," Spike let out a small laugh before saying seriously "I'll let you know when I've got something for you."
"Sam, Jules," Greg started as Wordy and Ed approached him with the two suspects in custody. "We're going to see if we can find a way outside. Winnie, what's going on out there?"
"Reports of shots fired. I don't have anything more than that. Team Three is on its way."
"Looks like you're stuck there for a while guys. I can't find any ways out of that little igloo you're in," Spike finally got back to them. "Boss, there's a service door with stairs to street level just past the ramp Ed was on. As far as I can tell, it's still accessible."
After looking around at all the fallen concrete that surrounded them, Sam turned to Jules. "Looks like it'll be just the two of us for a while."