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"So why did you become a police officer?" She asked, her main concern was keeping Jamie awake.
"There are several reasons, one I was sitting around talking about jobs, and how much money everyone was going to make. I wanted to make a difference, wanted to help people. It wasn't about the money." Jamie shifted uncomfortably, "My family has a rich history of serving in the NYPD. My grandfather was a police officer, my dad, both brothers."
"Wait I thought you had a brother and a sister." She stated looking at him in confusion.
"Joe, he died in line of duty, a few years ago." He whispered.
"I'm sorry," she sincerely said.
"Thanks, it was a long time ago. Maybe I don't talk about him much, but its hard. He was my brother, and my best friend."
The woman nodded.
"So what is your story?" Jamie asked.
"I'm a nurse at St. Victors in the maternity ward. I've worked there for close to ten years."
"That must be rewarding."
"It is, I enjoy taking care of all those little ones."
"You married? Boyfriend?"
"I was married to a wonderful man for nearly fifteen years."
"What happened?"
"He was killed in a drunk driving accident, the driver crossed the line and hit him head on."
"I'm sorry I know how much that hurts."
"I miss him everyday. But I get to bring and take care of all those precious lives. It makes it better. Kinda like you in some ways."
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Twenty-five minutes later a white plain van pulled up to the tent. "Okay what do we have?" A short stout man hopped out of the van.
"We have a cop being used as leverage, we need eyes in there." Danny barked.
The stout man nodded, pulled open the side door to reveal a mobil tech office. "So what took you guys so long?" He snorted.
"Unless you want to have your remaining time with the NYPD to be sweeping out cells I suggest you tone it down." Frank ordered.
Little beads of sweat dotted his forhead, "Um, right, uh sorry sir." He stammered over his words.
They watched as the tech pudgy little fingers flew over the keyboard and soon the dark screens glowed with images of the hostages and one body laying near the enterance. It wasn't Jamie too tall. They scanned the video until they saw Jamie sitting against the far wall talking with one of the hostages.
"He looks okay." Frank sighed in relief. "Now I want stills of all the hostages and of the robber. I want to know everything about each of them. What they had for breakfast, if they sneezed I want to know about it. Are we clear?" Frank added, looking at his watch. Time was running out.
The pudgy man nodded and went to work.
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Jamie felt the room spin, "I need to rest." He said.
She turned to him, "Jamie no you can't," she pleaded as she patted his cheek.
He turned to look at her, "I don't even know your name." Jamie huffed.
"Gale Thompson." She smiled.
"Gale it's nice to put a name to the face." He grinned.
She looked at him and smiled back, but underlined with worry. He was pale. She looked over at the bank robber. Slowly stood up, smoothed out her skirt. "Excuse me." she groufly said.
The robber whirled around gun pointing straight at her. "Sit down and shut up."
Gale took a deep breath, "No" she replied holding her head up high, on the inside she could feel her stomach flip.
"No," he hissed as he closed in on her.
Gale stood her ground. "Please he needs some water, and some food." She began, trying to keep her legs from giving out.
"Who cares." He spat.
"You should, after all what is going to happen if he you can't use him?" She countered.
She could see the wheels inside his mind, thinking it over. He looked over at her. "Fine," he pointed at the teller. "You get him some food and water."
She nodded. "There is a fridge right past those doors." The teller told him. He followed behind her gun stuck into her back. Standing in the doorway he kept a close eye on the teller and the hostages. Soon she walked past the gunmen and too Gale. " Here," she handed her a bottle of water and a brown bag.
"Thank you. Is there a first aid kid?"
"Yes," she looked over at the gunmen who nodded. She went back around the counter and pulled out a plastic clear container with big red letters 'FIRST AID' and brought it over to Gale.
"Thank you." She took the container and walked back to Jamie.
Gale bent down, "Jamie look at me."
Jamie lifted his head. Looking up at her as she placed a hand under his chin, "this will help. Slowly now." She told him.
Gale dug into the brown paper bag, "hope you like ham and cheese."
"Love it." He took a bite.
Gale took a look at the gash alongside Jamie head. She took and bandaged the open cut. "This should help. It's not much, but it should help until you get to a hospital."
"Thank you Gale. When we get out of here I'll have you over for dinner to meet my family."
"I'd like that." She grinned.