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You would think that when someone holds a gun at you, you would be so scared for your life that you can't think. That wasn't the case for Alan. To him the fear didn't shut him down, rather woke him up to fight. After all with everything that have happened up till now there isn't a lot that haven't threaten his or his family's life, so there wasn't much in this world that could terrify him. That's why when this supposed policeman held a gun aimed at his forehead, it didn't make Alan feel slightly worried.

"What are you talking about?" Alan asked, pretending that he was a stupid kid that most people assumed he was when they first meet him. Alan had already assumed for a certain time now that there had been someone after him, but he had hoped that he was being paranoid or suffering from an overactive imagination. All Alan could do was to buy some time before this guy would fulfill the threat. Hopefully someone would notice all the noise before he had no choice other than to do something drastic, which he rather not do if he could help himself.

"Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about!" the man snapped. "Now tell or I have to kill you and tell the Hood that you failed to give us the program."

Okay, now the situation has officially turned to the worse, especially when he heard that name of the one who was seeking the program, Alan thought. Now it was official, there is no way he was going to give it to HIM, even if he had to lose his life for the sake of it.

"I don't know what you are talking about. What program?"

"Okay, last chance kid. Give me the program!" the man yelled. He loaded his gun and was just minutes from fire without caring if he got what he were seeking or not.

Alan had to do something fast or else he would be end up dead on the floor.

Jeff was uncertain over what Gordon had told him about Luke being in trouble. Sure, there was something about him that made him an easy target to trouble, but there was no reason that he could cause trouble inside a police station right? The detectives didn't seem to believe Gordon either, and even less after hearing that he had spoken to Luke's crew.

"I'm telling you that you should check on Luke, since his crew stated that he has a way of getting into trouble," Gordon argued.

"There are already someone keeping an eye on him," Detective Jensen insured. Trying to take a more calm approach on the matter, however his partner didn't share the same point of approach.

"They are couple of criminals, so of course they would tell you that Mr. Shepard was in trouble," Detective Manning stated. He didn't trust criminals; especially he didn't trust those kids. Being hired troubleshooters is cheapest excuse to avoid jail time. "Besides they only said he was a trouble magnet, that doesn't' prove that he is in trouble."

Then the sound of a firing gun interrupted Detective Manning from arguing further with the Tracys. Everyone in the station went down on the floor to take cover, in case more gunshots fired. They needed to keep control over situation, even though they had no clue of who fired and if someone got hurt. Still the gunshot didn't seem to have come from the main room of the station that they were currently occupying. Where did the shot come from?

"Do believe me now?" Gordon hissed at his dad and the two detectives that looked more stunned than anything else. Jeff nodded absentminded and stared at the two detectives to see if they had made some kind of a plan about what to do with their current situation. Obviously the shot came not from here, Jeff thought. Most likely happened somewhere in the station, but not to far from where they were. Jeff remembered that the sound of the shot had come from the area where the interrogation rooms resided. Maybe there was something about this theory about Luke Shepard being a trouble magnet after all?

Another shot was fired and this time Jeff was certain it was from one of the interrogation rooms. Both Detective Jensen and Detective Manning stood up and said determined:

"You two stay here."

Both Jeff and Gordon looked like they wanted to argue, but knowing what they do for a living require that everybody do their job. They couldn't intervene in police work no matter how much they wanted to, especially after the incident with Alan.

They quietly nodded and the detectives hurried out of the room, not with a slightest clue about what they were heading into, but whatever was going on it was not good.

Alan was heaving deep breath as he had used much energy trying to avoid a bullet from hitting him. Luckily for him that the detectives hadn't cuffed him to the table, so he was able to use it as cover. Of course the Hood had to send a minion with itchy trigger fingers, Alan thought to himself. It's just another day of his life with someone either wanting to use him or kill him, just fantastic.

"Hey Kid," the minion said confidently. "How about you give me that program now or else you are going to get really hurt."

Alan didn't have much of a plan, since he didn't have the time or the weapons to fight. The police had stripped him off his Army Swiss knife and his lock-picking tools earlier, and at the worst timing when he needed it the most. All he had on him was the stone thrower device he had made when he was fourteen. Well, it's better than nothing. Alan figured he could at least by time for those stupid policemen to finally get their butts into business.

Another shot was fired at the table, far to close to where Alan was sitting in cover.

"I won't ask again. Give me the program!"

"How about you put a sock on it and tell your boss that I don't have this program, and even if I did have it I wouldn't give it to scumbags like you," Alan yelled. He shot a stone just above the table, but it was more shooting in the dark than anything else. He couldn't see if he managed to hit the minion or not, but based on the yelp he heard he must have hit something.

"Okay Kid. The gloves are off, and you're dead."

The goon shot another bullet at the table and went straight through, Alan was glad that this time the goon had not been as close to hit him as the first bullet. Alan once again shot a stone, and this time he was certain that he had hit the goon after hearing a groan that certainly did not come from Alan. He leaned over to the right end of the table to see where he had hit and saw the goon rubbing his left knee in pain. The goon tried to once again shoot, but this time he was interrupted when the door opened and an army of policemen entered.

"Drop your weapon and hands in the air!"

Alan dropped the stone thrower and put his hands in the air, since he didn't want the situation to be even messier than it already was. Unfortunately the goon wasn't as collaborating as Alan was.

"If I'm going down, then you will go down with me Kid," the goon said before drawing his gun and fired straight at Alan who was standing up from the table. Few seconds after the shot, one of the policemen shot the goon and fell down on the floor. The police surrounded the fallen villain, to keep him captive and to see what kind of medical attention he would need. What didn't occur to them before moments later was the unmoving boy who was lying on the floor not making any sound of life.

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Here's the new chapter, I hope you like it. Again I still have exams to do, so I won't be able to update before around June. Sorry for the inconvenience, but that's life. Thank you for the reviews, follows and favorites, and please continue. Yours sincerely xXrebelgirl07Xx :)