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It happened in only seconds. The figure revealed itself. Gene Hunt was seconds' way from pulling the trigger.
BANG.
Screams
A body.
On the floor.
Dead.
In that spilt second, Alex scrambled towards Gene. Shrieking, bursting her lungs. She whacked her body against his. Knocking the aiming pistol out of his hands. Not before he pulled the trigger though.
The figure revealed itself with the ear-deafening scream she emitted as the bullet flew out from the pistol.
Gene stood, dumbfounded. His jaw dropped to the ground.
"Oh my God. Emma!"
The bullet had missed her.
Alex's eyes lit up, the vision had vanished as the shadow in her dreams was upright. No blood has spilt. No body was on the floor. Dead.
She had done it. Saved her life. Was this it? Would she finally come home? She waited patiently for something to happen. Yet nothing did.
Alex's train of though was broken as Emma stumbles towards them, Blood dripping down her hands. She though she had been shot but realised the nasty cuts around her wrists. Alex caught her before she crumbled into a heap on the floor.
Gene continued to stare at this damaged girl. Running through the consequences, if he had shot her. Keats would have had a field day. He would have been suspended or worse. It would have been King Douglas Lane Robbery all over again.
Emma struggled to keep her eyes open yet she could still see the full extent of the carnage. Robbers lay broken on the concrete floor. The weaker ones were getting taken away in police cars. Yet one person shone out from the rest. He wasn't injured he was dead, and Emma knew this man too well.
"James!" She squeezed out of Alex's gripped and crawled towards the body. Panic set in. She stumbled to the ground beside the body. Closing her eyes; she stroked the dead mans face. She flinched as the cold flesh confirmed her nightmare. Fresh tears dribbled out of her closed eyes. She refused to look at his man. This wasn't James. Not the James she knew. Her thoughts trailed back to the final moments of the siege. Watching as the silhouette of her brother melted to the floor. Watched as Jim Keats shot her brother. Anger flooded her body. Her hands clenched together. Her knuckles draining to white.
She violently ripped open her eye lids, stood in front of her was his murderer. His sly menacing grin splattered across his face.
"You did this." She did not scream at him. But even she was surprised at the tone of her voice. Rage seeped out through her tongue.
Gene and his team stood, baffled. Watching as this innocent young woman transformed into a predator. Aiming her attack on Keats.
"I came here. I trusted you. I was scared Keats. Scared!" Her tone was increasing as the realisation of this whole plot came into view.
"I WAS YOUR BAIT!" She had cracked. Her body gave up. Shaking violently her head bowed down. She sobbed loudly. Yet nobody dared even to comfort Emma.
"You used me to destroy Fenchurch. For your own entertainment." She gritted her teeth.
"I'm not stupid Keats. I knew what you were up to. You made James angry at Alex. YOU KNEW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN!" Again her body fell limp onto the corpse. The truth punched Alex in the stomach.
"It was him? He attacked me?"
Gene's mouth dropped to the floor again. His determination to catch the person who attacked Alex faded like her bruises did. She was so strong and the bruise did not bother her so he soon forgot about it. Guilt began to tickle at his stomach. Worried that Alex might have though he had forgotten about her.
However Keats continued to grin, his thoughts trailing back to his achievements. Using both James and Emma to do his dirty work.
"He didn't mean it Alex. He didn't know what happened. I'm… I'm sorry." She sobbed so hard the team were struggling to make out her words.
Her sobbing decreased. And she became angry again.
"You made me turn everyone against each other! You forced me to get paperwork to bring them down! WHY JIM?"
But still he stood there, focusing on the corpse Emma was hunched over, grinning.
"You told me about James, why? If you wanted your stupid little plan to work why risk it by telling me his name?" The awkward vicious atmosphere was broken as Ray spoke directly to Jim. It was then he looked up, grinning wider than ever.
"I thought maybe you would consider him. Look him up. Was it not obvious he was important? Dangerous? Oh wait. Jim Keats isn't important. What he says isn't important! You're all too stupid! You have all put another stupid girl's life at risk! All because you hate me!" Jim leaned forward towards the team. His mouth viciously spitting out his words. He was becoming snake like. Coiling up for his next attack. Ray lunged at him, Gene and Chris grabbed onto his arms, attempting to pull him away.
"YOU BASTARD!" Ray didn't like to see women in distress and he definitely didn't like them to be dangled like bait. He snapped like a wild dog on a leash. But the force of two men either side wore him out and he seized.
"You knew they were going to do this. You knew their state. How damaged they were, what their history was like. You could see how much Emma loved her brother."
Alex's eyes clouded up as tears swelled above her eye lids.
"Why them? Why did they deserve this?"
"Every criminal needs to be locked up. Alex. James and his gang were just foolish enough to play my game. They wanted to be the 'old team' again. But even you know Hunt. Criminals should never be let off."
He turned his head directly towards Gene who was cowering away, regrettably agreeing with Keats. He was right.
"But what about Emma!" Alex pointed down to the broken girl. Who was continued to sob by her dead brothers side.
"Well her family had a history of violence and criminal records. Why should she be any different? And she was just as foolish following my plans."
"NO! She isn't like that! How could you! You… You knew…" Alex broke down, sobbing in her hands. Shying away. Gene pressed her into his chest. Wrapping his large arms around her fragile body. Letting her weep softly. Chris carried on. Everyone wanted to know the facts.
"But she isn't like that! She is just like my Shaz! The nicest girl in the world! How could you judge her on her family?"
"I knew they loved each other. She was just a part of my plan to bring James and the gang down. It was just unfortunate..."
"You told him nobody should get in the way! You were in on their plan! You were helping them! You made me go and see him! Knowing full well that I was going to get in the way of his plans! You knew he would HURT ME!" Emma shrieked at him.
"But my plan worked did it not? Jim Keats takes down the most wanted villain."
Emma stood up, she was tiny compared to Gene. She backed away from the corpse, backing towards Gene and Alex. Into the safety of the Fenchurch East gang. She was swayed towards heaven. Where nobody would hurt her again. The confrontation was over. Keats' plans were foiled. Now it was war.
"You might have killed a wanted villain. But you put a life at risk. You played a stupid game Keats. And now its over." By the end of the sentence Gene had already raised his pistol, and so had Chris, Ray and even Alex.
Before anyone could speak, Keats and his gang of men who where stood beside him scattered. The loud vibrating noises of gunshots tore through the air. People and bullets littered the vast area around the warehouse. Men dived for cover. But were shortly being escorted away by CID who was waiting patiently inside the warehouse. The battle only commenced for a few minutes. But in that short time all of Keats' men were now arrested. Except for the man himself. He was nowhere to be seen.
"That bastard got away!" Ray and Chris fled with the other CID men in search for Jim.
While everyone had gone, Gene, Alex and Emma remained. They strolled over to the Quattro.
The sun was now setting on the warehouse, even though it was derelict it contained a sense of unusual beauty, the glass that remained in the windows, creating sparkling reflections and the wild plants that entangled around the metal box shook away the dust for one last breath of air before the frosty night set in.
"So Emma. Will you stay with us?"
"Well only if it is ok with you. This has been my dream since I will little. I can't let this minor disruption ruin it." All three of them gave a faint laugh.
"Well welcome on board D.S Lindsey."
"Thanks. Will I get a ride in the Quattro by any chance?"
"Yer. I'm sure Chris can take a ride with the plods."
Emma started to walk away.
"Emma." She swirled around to the sound of Alex's voice.
"We will find him. I promise. He won't get away with this. Then we can let your brother rest in peace."
"Thanks" She smiled before gliding away to join the plods.
Alex stood watching this woman walk away. She could see the pain and distress. But she was so brave not to show it. As she was in her own thoughts a hand casually slipped into her palms. It was a familiar hand but it was so cold.
"She lived mummy. You saved her. But you can't come back yet. It's not time. You have to realize why you are here. What your purpose is. I love you mummy. Come back soon."
She stood frozen to the spot, her skin tingled, the blood drained from her face. She daren't look at her daughter. Only in her peripheral vision could she faintly she her. Looking up at her. She longed to look down, for her to be there. Forever.
"Alex. Look I'm sorry."
They were alone now. The sun was now waving goodbye to the world. Gene rubbed his neck, guilty and embarrassed.
"I should have found him sooner. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you. I suppose Keats was right I am stupid. I…"
She placed his hands against his chest.
"Gene. It's ok. It has been hard on all of us. I forgive you." She smiled and fresh tears emerged from her eyes. Gene wiped them away with his finger and lifted her chin up.
"Don't cry. Its you and me Bolls. Fighting the rot. And going to the pub afterwards. The Gene genie and Bolly kegs on another adventure."
"My Manc Lion." She stroked his face studying his eyes. The rough skin didn't represent his warm heart.
"Have you quite finished?" Ray, Chris and Emma stood side by side, watching the scene. Both Alex and Gene didn't realise how dark it had suddenly gotten.
"You know. I don't think there is enough room for all five of us. One of you will have to go in Keats' car."
All three of them scrambled towards the Quattro. Pushing and shoving as they clambered into the back. Alex was laughing hysterically.
"Oi! Don't dent my Quattro!"
"Gene for goodness sake! Slow down! I am not planning to die young!"
"Bloody hell Drake. This is the Quattro. All hail the mighty Quattro, what better way to die hey Raymondo? Oh for goodness sake you three! Will you stop getting food on my car?"
"Sorry Guv, It's just that Chris and his bloody kebab!"
"Oh come on Ray leave him alone!"
"Bloody hell women! Look Emma…"
"Chris, Shaz is on the radio."
"Chris! Stop leaving cigarettes everywhere! I have just found a packet on my desk!"
"Sorry Shaz, it's just that…"
"Oh Bloody 'ell" said Gene.
The End.
