WriterFreak001:
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Title | Kill Switch
Fandom | Scorpion (CBS)
Description | Paige, among twenty other people, is being held hostage by a band of thieves at a local LA bank. The team must figure out a way to save everybody without endangering anyone's life, but when the thieves up the stakes exponentially, Scorpion might not be able to save everyone in time.
Rating| This fanfiction will be rated M.
POV | Limited Third Person
Disclaimer | While CBS owns Scorpion, I am the owner of this masterpiece.
Claimer | I am human; there are bound to be mistakes. If you feel like something should be changed, you have the power to send me a review/private message. I can't guarantee if I'll change it every time, but I do read all of my reviews and all of my private messages!
Kill Switch
Written by WriterFreak001
Part Four
~ SCORPION ~
Walter closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath before jogging back to everybody. Without a word, he sat down in front of his computer and started hacking into Harrison's prison files. He pulled up the roster and cursed under his breath. There were hundreds, probably three hundred names at least, he would have to sort through, and they weren't in alphabetical order like he originally expected. "Sylvester," Walter, without looking away from his screen, motioned for the human calculator to approach him.
"Yes?"
"I need you to go through this list and find the name: Kayra Nazari. No questions asked."
"O-okay." Sylvester, a little nervous, nodded and took the seat as soon as Walter rose to his feet.
"Hey," Cabe pulled Walter away from Sylvester and folded his arms, "Mind telling me what's going on?"
"Hamzah – he's making demands." Walter closed his eyes and pulled down at his face. "He had Paige call me…, and he wants somebody named Kayra Nazari released from Harrison with a clean rap sheet. He'll only back off from harming anybody if I do what he asks." He decided not to tell Cabe the last part of Hamzah's wishes; it wasn't important.
"So he's taking hostages because he wants someone released?" Cabe cocked an eyebrow and frowned. "Then why Paige? Why did he single her out when he could have taken anybody?"
"Because," Walter raked his hand through his hair, "he lost friends and family in Baghdad…, and when Merrick released all information relating to the Baghdad incident, he knew I was the one who designed the program. He's targeting Paige because of me." Walter inhaled a deep breath of air and clenched his hair. "I don't know what I'd do if…"
"Hey," Cabe patted Walter's shoulder, "That's not going to happen. I won't let it."
Walter glanced at Cabe with desperate, watery eyes. "She only has thirty minutes, Cabe."
"Then will get that SOB in twenty-five." Cabe smirked and patted Walter's shoulder again. "Tonight, Paige will be home and safe in your arms. I can promise you that much."
Walter let out the breath he didn't know he was holding and nodded. "Okay."
"Uh Walter?!" Sylvester called out to the genius and gestured for him to view the screen. Both Walter and Cabe hustled over to Sylvester in seconds.
"Did you find the name?"
Sylvester shook his head. "No. There's no Kayra Nazari in Harrison's records. Perhaps the person goes by a different name now?"
"No," Walter shook his head abruptly. "He wouldn't give me a name that wouldn't work. That doesn't make sense."
"I'm telling you, Walter," Sylvester frowned and backed away from the screen, "There's no Kayra Nazari. Perhaps he was misinformed."
"Doubt it," Cabe frowned and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Why go through all this trouble if he was only going to get his information wrong? That doesn't make sense."
"Keep searching," Walter ordered Sylvester. "We only have twenty-eight minutes to find her name, clear her rap sheet and free her from prison."
"E-Excuse me," Sylvester stammered, "F-Free her? As in… free her?"
"That's what Hamzah wants, and if Paige is going to survive all of this, we need to give into his demands." Walter said, still not telling them Hamzah's endgame.
"I'll keep looking," Sylvester nodded and returned to the computer as Walter pulled Cabe aside and quietly said, "Don't tell Officer Long about this…. The fewer people who know about this, the better."
"Roger that," Cabe agreed and sighed. "Now all we need to do is figure out his endgame."
"Yeah…."
~ SCORPION ~
"Find anything, Doc?" Happy asked as she sorted through Hamzah's trashcan. "So far, nothing out of the normal."
"Well," Toby hummed to himself as he scratched his chin, "Hamzah strikes me as somebody who's been planning this hostage crisis for months. He hasn't taken any money so I don't think it was spontaneous; otherwise, he would have stolen whatever money he could have gotten hold of and have fled before the police arrived. Him isolating Paige from the other hostages wasn't random, either. The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that Hamzah lost friends and family in Baghdad when Walt's system released those bombs. Information regarding Walter's involvement was released almost two years ago – plenty of time for a guy to plot the perfect revenge."
"So… what're you thinking?" Happy folded her hands and leaned against the wall.
"If I had my heart set on revenge and needed time to plan it and possibly gather materials, I wouldn't want my schemes to be out in the open. I'd have them hidden somewhere. Somewhere no one would think to look." Toby glanced about Hamzah's bedroom for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. "He'd want in in his private quarters; somewhere close in case he needed to pull it out and make changes." He looked under the bed, but nothing. He scanned the entire room, and his eyes popped open when he spotted a large prayer mat hanging on the wall. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"
Happy nodded. "The drywall around the nails that are holding up that prayer mat is cracking – preferably from someone continuously taking the mat down and pinning it back up."
"That's totally not what I'm seeing, but that's a good observation too. I'm just wondering why that prayer mat is the only wall decoration Hamzah has in his bedroom. Notice how plain his digs are? In fact, his apartment is too simple – way too simple for a man who's been living here for well over three years." Toby pursed his lips and took off his hat as he examined the room. "I don't like it."
"Let's just see what's on the back of this thing," Happy said as she started reaching for the top of the mat. Toby helped her lift it off of the wall and place it down on the ground. "Bingo. A 64 GB thumb drive."
"And a storage locker key," Toby pointed to the small bag stapled to the corner. "Why would he hide a storage locker key?"
"I don't know," Happy shrugged as pushed herself to her feet, "but let's take the drive back to Walter for analysis; then, you and I can pay his storage locker a visit."
~ SCORPION ~
Paige had to stay strong. For the sake of her baby, she had to cast her fears away and focus on Scorpion's success. Scorpion will be successful. Walter will figure out a way around her captor's ploy; he had to. He just had to.
The man was seated in an armchair in front of her with his gun pointed at her chest. He was incessantly tapping his fingers and checking the time; she needed to distract him. "If you wanted to kill Walter so badly," Paige suddenly caught his attention, "why not kill him quietly? Why go through all of this for the death of one man? Your rage towards Walter is personal... So why take me hostage? Why take the other people of this bank, hostage?"
He furrowed his eyebrows and frowned, "You talk too much."
Paige gulped. "S-Surely you have your reasons."
"I do," he shifted in his seat but kept his gun trained on her. "And you'll find out soon enough."
"A-At least let the other hostages go…. They have n-nothing to do with your plans. You h-have me as leverage…, and there's nothing Walter won't do to save me. Th-Those other people are liabilities; they don't need to be here. You can let them leave and let them go home. All you need here is me…."
He looked at her and the way his lips twisted to a smirk made her skin crawl. "I think you and I actually agree on something." He rose to his feet and tightened his grip on his gun. "They are liabilities."
The color drained from her face as he walked past her. "W-What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to," he chuckled, "let them go."
"You are?" Paige was ever so hopeful.
"Yes." He mused as he sidestepped towards the stairs. "Now, if you'll excuse me."
Paige's heart pounded as she waited for a flock of rushing people make their way to the doors, but it never happened.
The only sounds echoing throughout the bank were eighteen gunshots, loud screams and the shattering of her soul.
~ SCORPION ~
WriterFreak001:
And the suspense continues! :)