A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long! I was SUPER busy! I'm not even gonna distract you with this. I don't own Flashpoint. Enjoy!
"Jules!" Gregory Parker cursed under his breath when he got no answer. "Spike, what have you got?" Greg Parker demanded.
"Absolutely, boss. This guy wasn't lying when he said he'd lost everything. When he was fired two months ago he lost his girlfriend, apartment, and is currently living in his parent's basement. No criminal records."
"Good, Spike. Keep it up. Ed?"
Ed, who was desperately trying to get ears and eyes, put his mouth up to his pager. "Nothing yet, boss," Ed said sadly. "I'm trying my best."
Greg sighed. "Try as hard as you can. Tell me as soon as you find something." Greg said through clenched teeth, punching the air angrily.
*Meanwhile*
Jules entered the building slowly, gripping her gun so hard her knuckles were white. She crouched beside a counter, out of sight from the shooter. She had heard what he had said. She wasn't going to risk being seen and having the shooter set off the bomb.
She risked a peek over to peek at the Sam. He hadn't moved since he passed out. Jules hoped he wasn't dead. But she kept her head up. Breaking down wasn't going to save Sam.
Jules took a deep breath in. She had a plan in mind, and she prayed to God that it would be a successful one.
*Line break.*
Greg gulped. Spike had gotten more information about the shooter, but nothing really essential. Ed couldn't get eyes, and so he told him to go Sierra 1. He was going to have to negotiate. "Spike, look up the banks phone number. I'm gonna need to negotiate."
*Line break.*
Jules was searching for the bomb. She had snuck behind the counter and was searching for it when the phone rang.
Carter froze. He looked at the phone. "Nobody move!" He warned as he picked it up. "What do you want?"
"My name's Sergeant Greg Parker with the Strategic Response Unit. How are you today?"
"One step in here and this building blows."
"I hear you got fired awhile ago."
Jules was glad for the distraction. She began to search for anything suspicious while keeping low. If she could find the bomb…
Jules checked the inside of the counter for anything suspicious. Then she saw the door to the manager's office. If she could get inside…
Meanwhile, Greg was still negotiating.
"Your parents are here. Would you like to talk to them?"
"No! I'm not answering your questions!"
"Carter, I can't imagine how hard your life has been lately…"
"Stop! No! You don't know what I've been through!"
Jules crept towards the door. She opened it silently and slipped inside silently as well.
Then she saw it.
Greg Parker, meanwhile, put the shooter's Mom on the phone. "Honey?" The mom said through sobs. "Carter?"
"Mom…"
"Spike," Jules whispered into her pager. "I found the bomb."
Spike almost fell out of his chair when Jules' voice surprised him. "Jules! You found it? Are you all right?"
Jules was staring at the bomb, which was attached to what must be the boss's chest. "I'm fine. The bomb is attached to the boss's chest. No timer. I need help disabling it."
"Okay, try removing the front very carefully. If it's remote controlled, there should be lots of wires. If we pull the right ones, the bomb will be disabled."
Jules removed the front, with guidance from Spike. "Okay, I've got a purple wire, red wire, yellow, green and orange. Which ones do I pull?"
Spike was thinking. "I'm for sure you should pull the yellow one, but I'm not sure the other one is red or green…"
"I need to know now!"
Meanwhile…
"Carter, I need you to let these hostages go."
"I'm done talking with you." The shooter hung up the phone.
"Now Spike!" Jules whispered harshly into her pager.
"The red one! Pull the red one!"
The shooter was looking around and spotted Jules in the small window of the office. Jules managed to pull the red one, hoping Spike was right, right as the shooter grabbed the remote and pushed something on it.
A/N: I'm sorry this is short, but I had writers block. Like, severe writers block. No harsh reviews please, as I'm not sure I got everything right. But please review!