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"Ok, look, you don't have to do this," Spike said desperately.

"No. I—I don't want any of that crap. You tell us what you know and how you know it. Now." Hill replied.

"Look, man, if he's here, he's probably got others with him. We gotta get outta here," Harris said to Hill.

Hill glanced around the alley. "Yeah, you're right," he pointed his gun back at Spike. "Now, I'm gonna be nice, and give you one last chance. You tell us what you know or your police buddies, who probably have a sniper on us right now, are gonna watch me put a bullet in your skull. You understand?" he continued. Spike searched through his brain, unsuccessfully trying to come up with suitable words to say.

"So, that's your choice, huh?" Hill said, cocking his gun.

Meanwhile, Sam watched in shock, knowing that anything he said would be useless. He had been in way too many situations where a friend was in his care and helpless.

"Wait, Preston. We need him alive, right?" Harris questioned. Hill temporarily pulled the gun off of Spike's head. Sam took this opportunity to talk to Spike.

"Spike, get out of there, now," Sam said. Spike wanted desperately to do just that, but unfortunately that wasn't an option.

Hill placed his gaze back on Spike. "Unfortunately, he's right. I need you alive. So, change of plans. You tell us what you know, or you're coming with us." he said, motioning towards a van at the end of the alley.

"Running the license plate now," said Sam.

"No, look, I don't know anything other than that I was supposed to be here to meet you, honest," Spike said, almost truthfully.

"Alright, I've heard enough," said Harris, motioning to Hill who then grabbed Spike by the arm and pushed him towards the van. Spike shot a helpless look over at where Sam was.

"Don't worry, buddy, I'm coming for ya," Sam said desperately, not knowing if he could actually make that happen.

Hill dragged Spike towards the van, his revolver on his back. Suddenly, Spike swung his leg backward and kicked Hill in the stomach, a disarming maneuver he remembered from training. Unfortunately it didn't work. Spike grabbed at the gun, but Hill had too good a grip on it. The revolver went off, sending a 6mm bullet into Spike's left leg.

Harris spun around at the sound of the gunshot. "What'd you do?" he asked angrily.

"I- I don't know… I-I'm sorry," Hill said, dismayed and still holding the gun. Spike lay motionless on the round in front of them.

"Spike! Spike! C'mon, buddy, don't do this to me!" Sam yelled into the headset, not completely sure what to make of what had just happened,

"Ok, well, grab him before he wakes up. He'll live, but—" Harris pointed at Hill. "You're gonna wish you didn't do that." Harris lifted Spike under the arms and dragged him into the van. Sam watched in disbelief as they sped off with his friend, and decided to place a call.

"Sam? Is there a problem?" the voice on the other end of the line said.

"Hi boss. Umm, yes… kind of. They got Spike, boss, I couldn't do anything—it happened so fast, I—"

"Sam, Sam, calm down. It's okay. What happened?" Greg said.

"They saw Spike's vest and figured he was a cop. They were going to take him with them and Spike tried to disarm the guy but the gun went off and he got shot in the leg," Sam said hurriedly.

Greg couldn't believe what he was being told. It took all his will not to break down while talking to Sam, but he obviously needed Greg to be strong, and that's what he was good at. "Ok, Sam. That's good, then where did they go?"

"Umm…south. In a dark blue van, plate was yankee-charlie-alpha-5-7-8-bravo."

"Ok, Sam, we can track Spike's receiver. He'll be back here in no time," Greg said, trying not to sound as doubtful as he was.

"Thanks, boss. What do I do now?" Sam asked.

"Well, it would be best if you'd just wait in your hotel for us."

There was a pause before Sam spoke.

"Boss, can't I go after Spike? I saw which way he went," Sam pleaded.

"Sam, I'm not going to tell you no, because I know that would be useless. But I am going to tell that it's not going to be any easier on me or anyone if I have two missing officers. You got that?"

"Affirmative, boss. I'll be careful." Sam replied.

" Ok, Sam, go get our guy." Greg said, signing off.

The first thing Spike saw as he came to was the back of a car seat. It took him what seemed like forever to figure out exactly where he was and why. When the van hit a pothole and sent a shudder of pain through his body, he remembered. Spike gathered all of his strength and attempted to pull himself up against the side of he van in a sitting position. He glanced up towards the front of the van. Harris and Hill were obviously having a somewhat spirited conversation, but Spike was still too dazed to make anything out. He only heard bits and pieces of it, struggling to stay attentive. The van swerved and Spike was throw into the side, aggravating his injury and forcing him to cry out. Harris immediately turned around in his seat.

"Well, well," he said coldly. "Look who's awake, eh?" he glance at Spike's injury. "Preston, why don't you pull over so we can attend to our guest. Look's like he's lost a fair amount of blood."

"I can't. Not here," he replied.

"Well, why not? There's a shoulder, ain't there?"

"Yes, but there's a police station off this exit." he pointed to Spike. "His police buddies probably have a tracker on him already."

" Good thinking, Preston," Harris paused. " Well, we're going to have to ditch his gear then, aren't we?"

"Yeah, about time," Hill responded. They pulled the van over, and Harris jumped out. He came around the back and opened the doors. As Harris pulled Spike towards him and started to unzip his vest and transmitter, Spike realized that there was nothing in the world he hated more than being helpless. If he could, he would have given Harris what was coming to him, most likely a harsh beating. But Spike was too weak. He couldn't bring himself to lift his head up, let alone fight back. He reluctantly gave in to the blood loss and drifted off.

Well, this chapter is a little shorter, but I wanted to get something up today, and I've been working on some other stories. Anyway, please feed the review box and I'll see u again soon.