Oh. My. God! I am so pathetically sorry.
I spent basically the last 2 weeks of summer WITHOUT a computer and then school happened. And, initially, I had the idea that grade twelve would be an at easy year. Yeah... I can't even EXPLAIN how wrong I was. Thank god I was basically finished this chapter earlier. But now updates are going to be so rare. AP English is killing me. But you don't care, so I'll stop blabbing and continued onto the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue
He smiled at me with crooked yellow teeth. The two guys returned with a large, grey vest with tin containers strapped to it. As they walked closer, the label on the containers become more visible.
C4
"Do'ya like fireworks, princess?"
My blood instantly ran cold when I made the realization. Sure, I had imagined many possible scenarios that would occur in my life, and as a cop, it was a long list. But never had I even fathomed being the only cop in a hostage situation with a bomb strapped to me. Especially in my rookie years.
I was pulled out of my stupor when I heard a shrill cry of terror escape from one of the women huddled in the corner.
"Shut up!" Viper yelled, pointing his gun in the general vicinity of the other hostages. Everyone gasped and backed further into the wall. With Pinky and Raven at my side, Viper turned towards us again then yelled, "What the hell are you bozos waiting for? Put the damn thing on her. Heaven almighty..."
Pinky and Raven instantly did as they were told, grabbing my arms and shoving me every which way. The acid in my stomach seemed to be eating away at itself when I felt the vest press against my body. The weight of the vest itself filled me with terror. Once the two had finished the job, they stepped away and admired their work. Viper grinned his disgusting and vile grin and reached into his pocket to pull out what looked like a a larger version of a metal cased lighter.
"All I have to do is press a button and your guts will be splattered all over these walls," he said with a laugh because, clearly to him, this was the funniest thing ever. His psychotic laughter made me even more terrified, and a whimper escaped from me.
He laughed harder.
'He wouldn't hesitate for a second to push that button.'
I tried to force myself to think rationally and ignore the horror I was feeling.
'Okay, McNally. As far as you can tell, this bomb is legit. Unless you have solid, solid, solid proof to believe otherwise, you will act like it is legit. Clearly, there's enough C4 to kill everybody in this room, the trigger probably works within a certain distance. No matter what, keep everyone else safe. Meaning, step 1: give them the money.'
"Listen, if I get you the money, will you let everyone go?" Making deals with crooks was probably one of the most stupid ideas I'd ever had, but my options were next to non-existent. There was nothing else for me to do.
He walked up to me with a pathetic swagger, gun dangling in his hand.
"Maybe. It depends what kind of mood I'm in, and I'm a very moody person," he said while raising the gun up and holding it dangerously close to my face. I bit my tongue knowing that it wouldn't stifle my quiet whimpering, my tears, or the fateful thoughts running through my head.
"You'll get the money, and everyone will go free, unharmed."
He winked at me and laughed again. "Fine by me, buttercup." His hot, repugnant breath danced across my face causing me to turn away in order to breathe.
'Okay, McNally. You need to focus. You need to control the situation. Starting now.'
"Okay, who here can open the vault?"
"Sir?" Diaz asked again.
I ignored him and instead pulled out my phone while driving down the road like a maniac. Sure, I had no idea where I was going - it was simply the frustration and worry that had me speeding. I dialed Andy's number.
"Hey, you've reach An-"
I pressed the end button without a thought then dialed Bank's phone, crushing the numbers roughly while doing so. The second I heard his voice mail, I slammed my phone shut and growled in frustration.
"Sir? What's going on?"
Diaz was definitely testing my nerves. "1508. Do you know where they were?" I asked him.
Chris looked at me like a deer in the headlights. I sighed and opened my phone again to call someone who may know of Andy's whereabouts. Maybe Noelle or Oliver would be able to recall something of Andy or Banks.
"They were at a bank. But it was a while ago. They said they caught the guys, I remember. Oliver and I were responding; they called for backup. And we started going there, but they said to disregard and that they caught the two guys," he reported, sounding like a little kid in school reciting a memorized poem.
"Which? Which bank were they at?"
Chris hesitated, forcing himself to remember. "It was... the one on... Spadina? Spadina and... No, East of Spadina. Sullivan. It was on Sullivan street."
I pressed harder on the gas. "Nice work, Diaz. Flick the lights."
Chris whipped his head back to me, stunned. "What? Under what cause? Sir, what's going on?"
I groaned, getting extremely fed up with Chris' needing to follow the manual, and flicked the lights myself. I sat in silence and considered not even replying to him. Most of my attention was on the road; some jackasses didn't know how to pull over when a cop car was behind them with sirens and lights, and it was pissing me off more than I already was. My thoughts returned back to Chris' question.
"Diaz, you are my partner. Meaning you're going to back me up. We turned the lights on because we may have officers in distress. Are you going to back me up?"
"Of course, sir," Chris said somewhat stiffly.
I said nothing else and returned my attention to the road. As we flew down the streets, I tried to relieve my stomach of the twisted feeling. I put logic and reason to the test, praying there was some justifiable reason Andy, and Banks for that matter, weren't responding. Most of my logic didn't end well for either of them. As we turned down Sullivan street and drove further, a distinctively somewhat sloppily parked car grabbed my attention. I quickly pulled up behind the cop car and got out. I ran past the drivers side, and in the process confirmed that it was in fact 1508.
Diaz got out of the car and followed behind me. I raised my hand and signaled him to hang back as I slowly approached the window. Cautiously, I peeked in. In a brief second, I took in everything in sight that I could.
"Oh, Jesus."
"What?" Chris asked as he slowly shuffled towards me.
"Get back!" I snapped at him, emphasizing each word. I pulled out my phone again and ducked out of sight from the window. "Hey, Jerry. I'm with Diaz at 3819 Sullivan street. There was a report of armed robbery, McNally and Banks were the first to respond. They're hostages. Send the ETF. And make sure they bring the bomb squad." I hung up the phone and looked over at Diaz who wore a blatant look of sheer horror.
'God damn it, McNally.' As we waited for backup to arrive, I prayed to every god in existence that she would get through this.
Sorry it's so short! I have the next chapter written but I'm not gonna lie I probably won't post it until I have time to write the chapter following it.
Please let me know what you think, what can be improved, mistakes, etc., etc.
RxR
MichaellaLoe
