Hours later we were against the wall in the hallway trying to catch our breaths after a spontaneous moment of lust, he let me down onto my feet gently and we held each other up as we chuckled and he locked the door; I pulled off my bag and jacket and pulled him upstairs to continue where we had started in the car and within moments of hitting the bedroom, he was ripping off the rest of our clothes and shoving me on the bed. I pulled him onto his back and kissed down his chest, abs and lower, he moaned as I took him in my mouth and teased him, he was clawing his fingers into my hair and pulled me up suddenly for a deep kiss. I chuckled as he rolled over and slid right inside me, I raised my knees up and locked my legs around his waist as he thrust harder and harder into me; I cried out as he hit my g-spot repeatedly and I dug my nails into his back and bit into his neck as we both went over the edge and cried out – this was our emotional rescue after days like this – hot crazy and very passionate sex.
My alarm went off at 5am and I woke up to find a pair of brown eyes looking at me, we were both lying upside down on the bed and tangled up in bathrobe ties that had been hastily undone as we fell asleep. I smiled and leaned in for a kiss, he grabbed me and we rolled over and off the bed laughing. An hour later we pulled up to the station and walked in laughing at the text Clark had sent Spike yesterday of Ed lying in hospital doped up to his eyeballs on medication, I could sense the pranks Spike was coming up with and shook my head as he typed to Clark to get things ready. We split up and headed to get changed for workouts when we got a shout out by Keira who was still on shift.
"Team one hot call – Zulu Nine Zulu at Pearson's!"
"Team gear up!" shouted Parker coming out the gym.
Five minutes later we were suited and booted for action and getting our gear from the locker and making our way to the garage, we had everything portable with us and Spike jumped in with me as I drove the SUV so he could contact the airport and get control to give us access to their systems. I was focused on the road due to the weird weather we were having recently that was causing some illness issues within the SRU – Jules had called in sick this morning with a high temp and sickness, I had called her back to check up on her and she was sounding bad. I looked at the sky and saw sunshine but it was blowing a blizzard too – global warming at its best!
"Alright guys, control has made contact with the pilots and they are secure, minimum of two subjects in the seating area where 110 hostages are being kept at gunpoint. The pilots cannot see anything and no shots have been fired so far; Sam you're in charge of tactical and since we are two teammates down, it's going to be a stretched operation until I can get back up from team three." Parker called over the radio.
"Copied," we all replied.
We parked up outside the main control building and made our way upstairs with our gear and cleared the control room of everyone but the airport director, Spike got on the computers immediately and I stood with Parker overlooking the full view of the plane that was sitting on the tarmac about 500 meters away.
"Shutters are down and I can see the pilots, looks like they are safe in the cockpit for the time being, no eyes on the subjects," I said aloud to Parker.
He nodded and Spike let us know that he had accessed the airports security cameras and was working on the internal systems for the flight manifest so we could see who the passengers were and if there could be any leads through them. A few seconds later Winnie called through the radio and alerted us to 911 from inside the plane, it was the subjects inside and they wanted to speak to the decision maker in control. I grabbed my pen and paper and listened in to the call with closed eyes so I could hear for any tone shift, background noise during the call – anything to give us an edge. I wrote a few notes for Parker on what I heard and he nodded at the main one I had written – the man he was talking to sounded like he was being talked to by another male subject, most likely an accomplice. We finally managed to get a name from him and his main demand – we all looked at Parker as he demanded a federal prisoner to be released.
"You have my cell number; contact me when our demands are being met!"
The man hung up and Spike was busy doing a background search on the individual requested, just by the look of the file we knew it wasn't going to be good news if he wasn't released or at least brought to the airport.
"Cairn Matthews is a 38 year old leader of the Independence Community Unity, he was arrested after a raid on private property by local sheriffs in Scarborough several years ago – he shot a cop boss!" he alerted us.
"Yeah I remember that case, they claim that the police entered private property and they had a right to defend themselves and their families; the raid happened really early in the morning and people were hurt – seems they have major trust issues with the police!"
I was reading the file on the incident and it looked rushed from my point of view, all hard tactical with no negotiation and several women and children had been injured by flash and smoke grenades and the resulting fires – I couldn't blame them for their lack of trust.
The head of the airport was shaking his head as he saw what was coming, we needed answers or at least some inside information and the best way to do so was to get it from Matthews at the source, or bring him here for questioning.
"Boss, if I drive like mad I can get to the SCF and question him, find out what we need to know? Sam is on tactical entry options as we speak and you and Spike can't leave." I chipped into the conversation.
"No, I'm going to need you in tactical Mac, can we send team three to pick Matthews up from correctional and escort him here – least then we have a secondary response?" Wordy said as he checked out the plane from the roof.
Parker contacted Troy in team three and ordered them to the Scarborough Correctional Facility to get Matthews released into their custody; I looked to Spike as Parker made the call to the Feds regarding Matthews and sat beside him as he showed me the plans of the plane and discussed possible entry points; without more details from inside the plane it was a logistical nightmare – we needed to reduce the amount of hostages. Five minutes later the boss came back into the room and let us knows that Matthews would be released into his custody but would not be allowed to leave the ground, it was a binding order due to the charges against him and his sentence being for life.
"Okay, I need tactical entry options here – what have you got so far?"
"Without eyes, not much boss; too many variables due to hostages – can we get their numbers down while I take everyone but Spike to the hanger?" Sam replied.
"I can text Troy to get a photo of Matthews, possible bargaining chip for a hostage release if they see that we are willing to show good faith? Might just give you that edge boss, maybe when Matthews arrives I can go question him – might be more receptive to a female?"
"Sounds like a plan for the moment. Sam, take who you need and I'll send Mac over ASAP after talking to Matthews when he arrives."
After twenty minutes of talking to the inside man who we now knew to be called David McAdams, Parker managed to get him to agree to 50 hostages being released; I high fived Spike and got Troy and Viktor from the other team to manage the stairs at the plane and escort the hostages to the second hanger for EMS to deal with.
"Mac you're Sierra – go grab your gear and come with me to the roof to overlook the release."
I nodded and grabbed my gear from under the table and followed him up to the roof viewing platform and set up my rifle, it was a clear day and I focused on the stairs coming towards the plane and saw the main door opening. I focused on the dark hole and saw my mark, no clear shot though unless he comes out the plane.
"What do you see inside the plane?"
"Confirmed two subjects, make those four subjects! Three men and one female, all carrying handguns; passengers have been selected and herded into the front of the plane." I replied.
He brought out his SAT phone again and dialled the number for David as I kept watch on what was going on at the doorway; the boss said the stairs are now cleared for the passengers and he sent the photo to him via MMS – moments later the passengers came quickly down the stairs. I counted the numbers off and as we got higher I sensed the disruption within the plane, a small flash and I was calling to the boss.
"SHOTS FIRED!"
Parker had the spotters up to his eyes and we watched as the back hatch was opened and a body was dropped onto the tarmac, I zoomed in on the body and confirmed death by GSW to the head; I then heard Sam call on me to get my ass to the hanger for tactical entry options. I looked up to Parker and after putting away my rifle I made a run at the stairs and down towards the secondary hanger to find the guys doing sterile area on the front and rear of an exact replica of the plane. I let Sam and Wordy finish with their markers and then joined them at the base of the cockpit to formulate some kind of plan of attack.
Ten minutes later we headed back to the main hanger and met up with Troy who was holding Matthews for me to speak too, I nodded in thanks and brought him over to the SUVs and got him to sit in the back. He explained to me the hate of the cops, the injuries caused by the sheriffs raid and the hatred he had of the 'occupying forces' into his sanctuary; I was making mental notes and the whole thing sounded botched, Spike had said the same thing and had done some digging for me – it was a rush raid by an over eager sheriff and his Captain filled us in on the 'missing details'.
"Eight people dead – three of them kids – any wonders why we hate the police?" he demanded.
"I can't apologise for the actions of others but I can only tell you my team does not operate like that! We want a peaceful solution to this and quickly before anyone else gets hurt!" I replied calmly.
Within the next ten minutes all hell was breaking out on the plane with a hostage being threatened to be killed in twenty minutes if Matthews was not released onto the plane, I got the nod from Sam and we all headed down to the sterile area at the hanger and geared up for our entry. Sam and Spike were going through the cargo hold with an explosive entry through the back galley; Wordy and I were replacing the pilots and going through the cockpit door once ears were in play. We signalled the pilots to climb down the ropes and we pulled ourselves into the cockpit and Wordy got ears in.
"Sounds like someone is having an asthma attack?" he whispered.
I listened in and then shook my head, I pointed to myself with a gun motion and aimed at my chest – tension-pneumothorax – someone else had been shot.
"Boss we have a second shooting victim near our position, have EMS on standby."
"Copied," he replied.
We could hear Spike and Sam get into position and set the charge for the distraction, Parker had managed to get the remaining hostages grouped together with the help of team three who spotted the message a passenger had made on the blinds about five minutes ago. We pulled off ears from the door and got organised for entry on Sam's signal. Two minutes later the charge went off and we entered the seating area at speed and took down two subjects within five seconds at the back galley and I took down an unexpected subject who had pulled a weapon behind Wordy.
"Situation contained, three subjects neutralized and two in custody," Sam said over the radio.
I had already knelt down beside the wounded passenger and checked his vitals, very shallow but still there; I ripped open the pressure pack from my leg satchel and strapped it onto the minor wound while I leaned down and listened to his chest.
"Collapsed lung?" Wordy asked kneeling beside me.
I nodded and dragged over my kitbag and brought out the triage kit, I ripped open the guys shirt and felt his chest and ribcage – there – fourth and fifth rib was broken and digging into the right lung. I got Wordy to apply pressure to the less serious wound on the guys stomach as he was opposite me and I snapped the iodine sponge over his chest and got it as clean as I could, I pulled out the scalpel and made the incision to put in the pipe to get rid of the pressure in his lung and re-inflate it. The internal bleeding was serious as the moment the tube found its mark and the lung reflated, a burst of blood sprayed everyone and everything within three feet due to the pressure. I taped off the skin and listened to his breathing that was improved but he needed emergency surgery to survive; I started up on IVs and pain medication as the EMS were allowed onto the plane after everything was secured and let them know exactly what I had done and what medication he had been given. I helped strap the patient onto the stretcher and get him downstairs into the ambulance safely and got them cleared to the hospital. I saw Parker come across to us all with SIU and Stratham in tow.
"Who were the subject officers?" he called.
Sam and me stood forward and raised our hands, I was too the side slightly due to the triage I had performed and my hands and arms were covered in blood spray and I didn't want to contaminate Sam. Stratham motioned for us to follow him to the cars waiting and the officers stripped us both of weapons and put us in separate vehicles to the SRU. Wordy, Parker and Spike headed back to the control room for their gear and to meet up with team three who were busy packing everything up for them.
Three hours later after the usual SIU interview and hot shower I headed to the briefing room in my casual clothes since team one was now off calls for the day unless there was a major emergency. Sam met up with us and we got on with the briefing and I got an update on my patient, he died on the table but I was praised for the work I had done to stabilise him before transport; I nodded and handed the paperwork over to the boss on what I had done during the lethal incident and signed off.
"So how was SIU?" he asked gently.
"Usual line of inquiry after a lethal shot, never going to get used to the interrogation but, its part of the job we love to do!" I replied honestly.
"Yeah it sucks, but that was great team work from everyone involved and considering we are two people down – proud of you all."
"Any word from Ed or Sophie?" I asked.
"Yeah, couple of days and he should be released from hospital for home rest – he has a bone to pick with you thought about a thermometer?" Sam replied.
Everyone was looking at the massive smile across my face and I was chuckling, bloody typical that he would remember what I said to him during the primary exam.
"I told him the easy way or the hard way."
Everyone starting laughing as they caught on to what I was meaning and they could imagine what Ed's reaction to my comment was going to be; they all shook their heads at me and I shrugged my shoulders and grinned evilly.