Sam spotted his father's car parked outside the tall brick townhouses along the shaded drive, whipping into a u-turn to park illegally behind it. He dashed across the lawn. He hadn't taken more than three strides before he could see that the door, carefully positioned back in place, had been wrenched from its hinges. Heaving it aside he stumbled inside.
"Zeb?" He called, carefully, as he slid through the front doorway. He didn't want to startle him. He was holding his mother hostage, for Christ's sake.
His mind mentally catalogued the house's layout as he swept through it. He wished he'd taken his gun with him today. Weapons weren't typically allowed on the base so he'd left it at home. He didn't imagine he'd have great need for it seeing his friends deploy. How was he to know that his former team-mate would lose it and take his mother flipping hostage?
"Zeb? It's me. It's Sam." He called, trying to keep his voice calm as he eased his way across the plush carpeting of the living room. He slid around the corner to the kitchen and stopped cold.
Boom
... ... ... ...
"Hot call, Team One." Winnie announced over the intercom.
Jules frowned, jogging towards the garage to load up the truck. It felt strange to go on call without Sam. It felt wrong, somehow. Her heart leapt up, throbbing and beating in her throat. She tried to swallow but found she couldn't. Something felt really,terribly wrong.
Stowing the rifle kit, she jogged to the passenger seat beside Ed. Grinning, he slipped on a pair of reflective aviators and rocketed the car into drive.
"Let's Roll team." Sarge's voice echoed in her earpiece. "Address is 203 America Avenue, Vaughan."
AN: Just a quicke. Uhm - ps - why does this website hate me so much? Did they get rid of paragraph breaks for everyone or is that restricted to me? Sucky deal. Anyway, thanks for the awesome reviews on the last chapter. More soon-ish. Hopefully.