I wrote the storyline when I was in seventh grade, but I wrote the actual story just about two or three years later. Bear with me here on this story...
Chapter three
Normally, Kellyn and Kate would head off to school for about seven hours, do their regular schoolwork, pick up extra homework, and then they would head to the RCMP on Guildford Way where Sergeant Jansen would wait for them. This was more of a part-time job they did for four to six hours a day almost every week after school, with the exception of weekends. On some days though, they might have to work full-time in case of a shortage or an emergency. On other days the two might not need to work at all, on part of the restriction by the Ministry of Education.
This day was no different than a regular one.
Kate arrived at the RCMP station the where Sergeant Jansen was waiting. Kellyn was already there.
"Okay, let's see, today's agenda is..."
"Yes? Yes?" Kellyn said expectedly.
"What to do about the GSI situation in Vancouver."
"Anything exciting?!" said Kellyn.
Sergeant Jansen pushed her dark chestnut-colored hair behind her ear. It wasn't what would be called short since its length fell down to her neck to the point where it was a centimeter above her shoulders; the hairstyle on the front was cut in a layered-bob (angled to her right) and was neatly combed straight down. It was combed so straight down that, if not for the RCMP uniform she was wearing, she could have easily have been mistaken for a waitress at some top class restaurant, a hotel receptionist, or even a flight attendant.
She was smirking at Kellyn. "For the time being, we'll need to do some highway patrol until more GSI has been uncovered."
Kellyn's enthusiasm made a sudden drop, replaced by gloomy look. "Fine... where're we patrolling...?"
"Westbound Lougheed Highway, near the Barnet Highway intersection."
Kate jumped, "Well, at least I can head to downtown when we're done."
Kellyn and Kate were waiting on the side of Lougheed Highway, pulled just beside a traffic light just in case if any speeders tried anything funny.
"I wonder why the GSI would focus on Vancouver," said Kate.
Kellyn was at the wheel, "Well, you know Vancouver's in a huge district. Know what I mean? Greater Vancouver."
"Well, the Greater Vancouver district stretches from West Van to Delta to Langley and all the way to our home in Coquitlam! Even White Rock's included."
Kate was beginning to understand, "But that means...the GSI could take anything they want and back in the entire area." Then another idea surfaced, "But they focus on Vancouver because of its harbors."
"I hear you," Kellyn said. "I reckon (this is just a guess) that smuggling by ships are a lot easier than by car or plane. No thorough checks needed."
Kate breathed, "Then the GSI have little hope in smuggling to places like Whistler or Pemberton. Remember? There'll be roadblocks there too."
"Yeah," agreed Kellyn.
An hour passed before the dispatcher made a call.
"We are receiving an emergency call from Vancouver police; we're putting them on contact."
Another voice went through the link. "We are on Cambie Street near VPD main center, engaged in a firefight with eight suspects. They are highly armed and have wounded several of our officers. We're requesting roadblock assistance on all of Cambie! Fourteen city police have closed off a few intersections, but we have no backup!"
The dispatcher called to the RCMP "Thirty police vehicles are required on-scene to close the gap on Cambie immediately."
Kellyn kept listening, and then heard the first contribution, "This is Burnaby RCMP, we can support five patrol cars, and they're en-route to Cambie Street."
Two minutes passed, then, "Richmond RCMP here! Nine patrol cars are on-scene right now! They're starting to cross Cambie Bridge."
Another minute passed, "Surrey RCMP can spare two patrol cars."
A split second after Surrey's call another voice came in, "This is RCMP North Vancouver, eleven patrol cruisers plus a carrier are crossing First Narrows Lions Gate Bridge right now!"
Then Kate's cell phone rang, she answered it. It was Sergeant Jansen.
"Kate! We have a shortage in patrol cars right now! Since you're so close to Highway 1, we need you to go downtown right away!"
"All right, got it." Kate, feeling a little bit of pressure, turned to Kellyn. "We have to get to Cambie now!"
Kellyn turned on the sirens, thinking wow, an emergency call just for us. Feeling energized, he stepped hard on the gas pedal.
Sergeant Jansen's voice went on the link, "Coquitlam RCMP is supplying three patrol cars. One is approaching Highway 1."
Kellyn increased his speed as he zoomed down Lougheed Highway, cars moving out of the way for him. At one point there was a small traffic jam and a red light on Pitt River Road. Kate simply guided Kellyn to move into the opposite lane, driving past the red light, and back onto the right-side lane.
They continued to speed down Lougheed until they came to the Highway 1 exits. Kellyn turned westbound and kept on driving.
While driving rapidly, Kellyn listened to Kate's directions for the fastest route to Cambie Street. As it happened, First Avenue was in a traffic jam. Instead of turning there; Kate suggested using the Hastings Street exit.
While Kellyn and Kate were bustling down Hastings Street most of the RCMP vehicles requested had turned up to set up their roadblocks, with the exception of the Surrey police who hadn't arrived yet.
A VPD officer noticed that one intersection on Cambie was left out. He pulled over a passing blue Ford van and talked to the American driver (Kent).
"We need your van for police services."
"What type of police services may I ask?"
"A roadblock! This is an emergency situation!"
"I see," said Kent. He got out of the van, along with his family, and moved aside for the officer to use the van. The officer drove it to another roadblock.
By now Kellyn had turned from Hastings to Main Street. The position to set his roadblock was on West Broadway, which was about five city blocks away from where they were. Kellyn, with no second thoughts, drifted his way there.
Kate, on the other hand, was reviewing the roadblock positions. The bridge connecting Cambie and BC Place had already been sealed off. The RCMP had already blocked off the near areas surrounding the VPD center and Cambie Street, but according to the VPD officer it was too dangerous to seal off the VPD center itself. They were awaiting more roadblocks to appear before they move in. Back at Coquitlam, Kate directed Kellyn to use either Grandview Highway or Lougheed, which led them straight to West Broadway to set up their roadblock.
It was noon; the entire area on Cambie Street was silent except for the sound of gunfire coming from the VPD building. Many VPD officers already had their 9mm pistols out and moved slowly toward the building. Kellyn and Kate were waiting beside their car in anticipation of what would happen next.
And then Kate heard a small explosion from the building. She turned and gasped. An RCMP officer was sent flying to the ground from the blast, unmoving. Two other officers came quickly and dragged him away because armed men in black coats were beginning to catch up to him.
A VPD officer was frantically shouting into his link "An officer's down, we are suffering more casualties by the minute! We need roadblocks to close them off. We are outgunned. Repeat! We are outgunned!"
The shooting continued. The roadblocks in the middle of Cambie Street had already moved in to block off the intersection in front of the VPD.
Central had made their instructions absolutely clear: the suspects were to be taken alive, until further notice that Central approves of actually killing them. Within the hour an RCMP carrier, filled with a unit of tactical troopers (riot police), armed with tear gas, showed up on Cambie Street in front of the building.
From what Kellyn could see, it looks more of a riot than a firefight here he thought. He could hear the screaming of the attackers and knew that the tear gas had worked. Blinded by gas, the group of men backed away quickly from the VPD building, but not before lobbing a grenade into its main entrance. After another small explosion, twenty VPD and RCMP officers rushed to detain the men (there were eight of them). Right there, they were tackled by some officers, wrenched of their weapons by others, and handcuffed with force.
Eventually, the battle (more likely a war!) came to a close. The VPD building was half-destroyed, due to the efforts of the suspects.
A Staff-Sergeant came to speak to the reporters who gathered at Cambie.
"The suspects here have been identified as more GSI agents, who brought in sub-machine guns as their weapon of choice. They also came armed with grenades and many more explosives I can't describe."
"Any effort from the police to deal with the public?" asked the CBC.
"Due to an emergency response call from a VPD officer, over thirty RCMP vehicles managed to close off Cambie Street. The roadblocks have managed to evacuate this area around Cambie. But an officer was wounded in the fight by the GSI. Apart from the fighting, eight suspects have been apprehended. They are facing multiple charges."
Meanwhile, in one of the dark, beaten harbours of Vancouver, the leader of the criminal organization GSI was watching the report on the CBC news channel. He, like the rest of his team, was dressed in a black coat that was long enough to cover his ankles. He carried on his belt twin customized 10mm pistols that reloaded as quickly as he shot them. He had slick and spiky black/purple hair and on his forehead a black headband. He didn't have a name, nor did he need one. He simply went by Vulture, a name he knew the entire GSI feared, and practically all of his victims.
He had come to Vancouver with a mission; that was to loot everything special in the Vancouver area, then set off a nuclear-enhanced weapons grade bomb, named Sebring Six. This was the first time they had been asked to steal from an entire city and destroy it afterwards, and for this they established a base here. Vulture knew it was worth it, for thirty million dollars would be waiting for him when their objective was done. As Vulture had told his team, it would take those two weeks to finish stealing from the city entirely. The goods would be loaded onto ships, and they would leave on the last night to their secret base.
But it hadn't been easy, because CSIS had managed to break through a bit of their database the day they arrived in Vancouver. Now they had to be even more discreet than usual. It came as a surprise to the GSI that their main base, which they switched every few months, was to be used in Vancouver. Their previous base, used in Miami, had been attacked by the CIA. Vulture decided that Vancouver was a lot more vulnerable, provided that this was Canada.
Vulture looked around at his men, shook his head and spoke.
"It has been seven days since we arrived in Vancouver, I need not tell you that our progress here has been flourishing a lot. The boats we have are already half-full. But even so..."
He paused, took a breath, and went on.
"There was an accident that aroused the RCMP's suspicions three days ago. An RCMP superintendent took notice of our men loading the bomb in North Van. We killed him, but the damage was already done. The RCMP, with the VPD's help, are already getting the connection that his death is connected to us."
"Then the day after that, our Porsche came under pursuit by an RCMP vehicle on Lougheed Highway. We nearly lost it in New Westminster-"
"Excuse me, Vulture. What about today?"
"Yeah, well. It seems the roadblocks from the entire area were unexpected, not to mention a failure to bring down the VPD. But! There is still some more work to be done; it is time to begin phase 3 of our operation here. The very Porsche we used is going to spread more destruction today in downtown, get their attention. I do not doubt they will get away..."
He turned to a laptop, and said "Okay, you two are clear to engage."
On Cambie Street, the reporters were already getting into their vans and cars. The VPD was still cleaning up the mess and photographing the scene. However, some of the police roadblocks were still in place. From where Kellyn's roadblock was (that is, Broadway) all the way to Richmond the roadblocks moved aside to nearby parking spaces, it was only the upper part of Cambie was closed off. Once again traffic resumed on the streets of Vancouver.
The GSI were being loaded onto a carrier on 12th Avenue. Suddenly, a car drew next to the carrier, windows open with a machine gun aimed outside, and gunned down the arrested eight members of the GSI.
The scene was horrific. Besides having eight heavily blood-stained bodies in the hands of the police, there were plenty of screams in the air as the car pulled away down and ripped anything in its way down Cambie Street.
"All units we have a top priority situation on Cambie Street," the dispatcher called.
Kellyn looked to his left, and there, in the midst of the rampage, the same SUV he and Kate pursued: a Cayenne.
Right when the Cayenne whisked past him Kellyn turned on the sirens and began a pursuit through Vancouver.
Kate went on her link "In pursuit of a GSI Porsche Cayenne! Request aerial support!" In seconds, two Crown Victoria RCMP cars and a VPD came to her aid.
In the next precious seconds of the pursuit an RCMP helicopter was approaching the edge of Vancouver. From what the pilot saw, the Cayenne was tearing through every roadblock the VPD/RCMP had set up to stop them; somehow they managed to break their way to Lions Gate Bridge.
Kellyn swerved and drifted his way past the oncoming traffic. He was worried. Though he had three police cars and a helicopter to help pursue the Porsche, one attempted to perform the PIT maneuver but was hit by a stalled Dodge Caravan and ended up crashing onto a Ford Mustang.
Kate felt a surge of fury. She grabbed her link, and shouted "PIT maneuver failed. Suspect is exceeding 200 kilometers in speed! Request roadblock and a spike belt to bring him to a halt. Bring it to North Van."
"This is aerial support: we have a spare spike belt ready. Moving in to block them off."
Kellyn finally crossed Lions Gate. He knew that within a minute, the RCMP would be ready to finish off the Cayenne once and for all.