James Bond Chase Scene With a Bit of Shawn
Shawn and Juliet bombed down the mountain going as fast as they could. Shawn may not have been a good skier, but he could go fast, even if he looked like he was a 5-year old on skis.
'I feel like I'm in that James Bond movie with the skiing chase scene,' Shawn thought to himself, 'Which one was that again? I think it was the 80's. Hmm, was it Octopussy? No, A View to Kill? No, it was For Your Eyes Only! With Roger-' Shawn's thought was interrupted by a loud bang and a bullet lodging in the tree next to him.
'Wow, better start paying attention,' Shawn chuckled to himself. Shawn looked ahead and saw that there was a turn. Juliet took a right, and Shawn followed suit, with their pursuers not far behind.
"Crap, how are we going to shake these guys?" Shawn asked.
"Don't worry, I've got an idea." Juliet replied steadily.
"What is it?" Shawn inquired as Juliet executed a turn and shouted out, "TURN!"
Shawn attempted to make a sharp turn, but instead fell and rolled forward and over a cliff. Shawn rolled with the fall and was able to land without maintaining any real injuries, although his skis had popped off.
The two men following them broke off separate ways, one followed Shawn and one followed Juliet. However, the one that went after Shawn didn't see the cliff and went barreling over it.
The man crash-landed and managed to get stuck in the snow. Shawn began to stumble towards him and spotted his gun in the snow. He quickly collected it and made his way over to the man. When Shawn reached him the man was attempting to free himself by flailing around.
Shawn looked ahead and saw Juliet further down the run, with a gun to her head. 'Shit, this isn't good.' Shawn stood over the struggling man and loudly declared, "Don't move or you're dead."
"Yeah, you and what-" The man growled as he looked up and jolted abruptly when he saw the gun pointed towards his head. "Hey, watch where ya point that man. I'm just an in-between man. A messenger."
"You're going to start talking…now!" Shawn was angry, surprisingly angry. He couldn't believe he'd let Jules get captured.
"If I talk, they'll kill me."
"Listen, we can crack a deal. If you talk, we can catch them, and they'll never touch you. If you don't talk, they may kill you anyways just in case you'll crack later. Up to you."
"I…Okay, okay fine. They are at 1900 Carson Street. They are making a big arms transfer, loads of weapons. They have that guy, Darrell…no, Derek as their hostage."
"When is the transaction?"
"Tonight, at 9:30."
"Shit! Okay…okay, what will they do with my friend Juliet?"
"Well, probably hold her as an hostage, unless she's with the police."
'Shit, she better hide her badge.' Shawn held the number 7 down and waited while the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Lassiter! I need your help; I'm in the East Bowl with a previously armed man. Jules has been captured."
"Dammit Spencer. How did this happen?"
"I'll fill you in later. I need you here now."
"Okay, okay, I'm coming."
Lassiter arrived with two snow patrol and three snowmobiles. "Lassie! Great timing! I was starting to run out of conversation with this guy!" Lassiter ignored Shawn and walked towards the man. He dragged the man over to a snowmobile and Shawn jumped onto the back of a different one.
"Let's go!" Lassiter called out.
When they reached the bottom of the mountain they escorted the man to the police station and then Lassiter and Shawn broke off from the group."
"You've already questioned him right?" Lassiter asked.
"Yeah, don't worry, he told us everything. I offered him protection by the way in exchange for the information."
Lassiter nodded, "Okay, I'm going to round up a group of cops that can come with us, probably only a couple though. Do you know what time and when the deal is supposed to take place?"
"Yeah, 1900 Carson Street at 9:30. Tonight. What time do you want to meet?"
"Meet? Oh, you're not coming Spencer. I'm sorry, but you're not a cop."
"Lassiter, Jules is in there. I can't just-"
"Getting yourself hurt won't do her any good." Lassiter rebuked gruffly, "I'll admit, you've done some good work so far, but this is field work now." Lassiter shot Shawn a brief sympathetic look, one of the few over the years. He knew that Shawn just wanted to help.
Shawn let himself fall down on the bed. He had failed, failed her. 'Dammit, I should've done more. If I was a better skier, if I had just being more observant.' If she died, it was his fault.
'Dammit Lassie. Why couldn't he let me go with them?! I feel so useless now.' Shawn knew that for once Lassiter was trying to be well meaning, but it didn't make a difference. He couldn't leave Juliet. Not now.
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