I DON'T THINK IT'S TAKEN ME AS LONG AS 4 DAYS TO POST A CHAPTER BEFORE, BUT I HAD A COUPLE OF BUSY DAY'S AND THEN I CELEBRATED MY BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY, AND I WAS BACK TOO LATE LASTNIGHT TO WRITE. PLUS I'D HAD A WEE TOO MANY DRINKS. ^-^ !

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ANYWAY HERE WE ARE AT LONG LAST LOL! ACTION CHAPTER AGAIN :)

PLEASE R&R. I LOVE READING THEM.

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Jazeel looked down at the phone and frowned. "You've got Jo Danville?"

Wyatt smiled menacingly. "Yes."

Why?" He asked.

Wyatt glanced back at Jo. "Haven't you heard about Detective Mac Taylor?"

Jo swallowed hard and met Wyatt's smug gaze.

"Nothing gets passed Mac. He's clever you know and very good at his job, So, just in case he outwits us, we've got Jo as our bargaining chip."

Jo glared furiously back at him.

Wyatt continued to stare back at her. "He'll hand over the evidence. He'll even hand over George Brooks to get Jo back."

'George Brooks!' Jo's eyes widened. "No!" She quickly looked back at the road and noticed several JCB's digging up the concrete in the left lane. She slammed her foot down on the gas pedal and sped toward them.

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CHAPTER 12.

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Wyatt's eyes flashed out the front windscreen. He swore loudly and pushed his weapon into Jo's side. "Turn the car around!"

She didn't care if he shot her now. All she cared about was Mac, George and the rest of the team. Wyatt's words rang in her head. 'Mac will do anything to keep you safe.' She knew that to be true, which meant none of them would be safe if she turned up with Wyatt.

Suddenly he launched himself at the steering wheel and tried to turn it back, but Jo managed to hang onto it and the car continued to speed across the lane toward the enormous yellow vehicles.

Wyatt pushed down on the trigger. "Turn back now" he screamed.

She saw the backhoe loader. It had been pretty high up, but one of the workers was now lowering it. She veered the car slightly to the left in a last ditch attempt to ram the passenger side into the backhoe loader. The workers saw her, jumped out of their vehicles and ran for cover.

Wyatt glared across at her. "Turn the car around, or i'll have Mac killed!" He pressed the phone to his ear and stared furiously back at her. "Jo! My men are following his vehicle as we speak and I will give Reuben the go ahead to kill them all, right now, if you don't get back on the lane!" He screamed.

Jo's heart raced, her breaths coming fast, rapid. She shifted her eyes back at Wyatt, and in that split second of distraction she released her grip on the steering wheel.

Wyatt saw the JCB looming in front of him, the backhoe loader seconds away from crashing through the windscreen and flattening him like a pancake. He yanked the steering wheel from her grasp and turned it sharply. The loader missed the window by millimetres and ended up scraping along the side of his car instead.

Suddenly he saw Jo take her foot off the gas pedal. He pressed the weapon harder to her side. "You want Mac to die?!"

Her eyes flashed back at his. "You're lying." She shouted shakily.

Wyatt looked through the rear- view mirror and saw not only the workers, but several people now getting out their cars and running toward them. He glanced quickly back at her. "You think I'm lying?" He put the phone on loud speaker. "Reuben! Go after Mac's vehicle and kill them all!"

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Reuben swore under his breath and swerved the van to the edge of the tree line. "I can see his car from here." he turned to Kennin and Aston. "Shoot at the tyres!"

Jo's eyes widened. "No!" She hesitated, then pushed her foot down on the gas and accelerated back across the road, slamming through several vehicles as she went.

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Pete Mannings, one of the construction workers stood there completely stunned, as he watched the car speed away.

Gary, one of his work colleagues ran up to him. "That Guy had a gun!"

Pete spun around to him. "My God! Are you sure?!"

"Absolutely certain." Gary answered.

Pete grabbed his phone and called the Police Department.

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Jo finally managed to get the car back under control and into the right lane. She blinked back the tears and forced herself to calm down.

Wyatt glared at her, his eyes, hard, fierce. "I promise you! If you try something like that again. Mac and the rest of your team will be killed!"

She swallowed into an aching throat and stayed silent.

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Don shifted his eyes back to the tree line. "We have to draw them away from Riverside. We can't lead them right to Brooks."

"I know," Mac sighed "but there are still no roads to turn back on Don."

Adam looked anxiously out of the side window. "We need to take them down."

Lindsay rolled his eyes.

"Adam we don't know how many of them are in that van and those tyres are bullet proof." Mac explained. "The body work on that vehicle must also be bullet proof. Our bullets pinged off that van earlier." He looked back at the road. "Just let me think a minute." Suddenly his phone started ringing. He drew it out of his pocket and checked the display. Unidentified caller. "Detective Mac Taylor . . ."

"Mac. Where the hell are you?!"

Mac frowned. "Tony?"

Tony gripped his phone tighter and scanned the area. "Yea it's me. You were here at 52 West Fayette Avenue right?" he asked impatiently.

Mac stared back at Don and quickly slid his phone onto the hands free device. "Uh . . . yea. We were . . . there."

Tony muttered a curse. "Well you're not here now and neither is Bill Westwood."

Don raised his eyebrows at Mac, and Lindsay and Adam exchanged knowing glances.

Mac looked back at the tree line and noticed, the van was edging back into the woods. "Is this a secure line?" he said his voice low, steady.

"No one's listening in or tracking us Mac. Now for God sake tell me where you are?!"

Mac sighed inwardly we've just turned off Key Highway."

Tony raised his eyebrows. "You're at Riverside?"

"Yea. Bill gave us George Brooks location. The problem is, we've just caught sight of a black van following us. I'm not leading these guys to Brooks." Mac turned the corner and looked ahead. Dammit! The road was taking them down the small cliff face directly to Light Street. "Tony we need back up. "He slowed the car and drew it to a stop along the side of the road. "We've just turned onto E McComas Street."

"We're on our way."Tony hung up and hurried over to one of the uniformed Officers. "Stay here and cordon off these two properties."

The officer nodded and hurried away.

Tony signalled to Shane and Corey. "We've got to get to E McComas Street ASAP!" They ran back to their cars, jumped in and accelerated off down the road.

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George looked through his binoculars and cursed loudly when he noticed the black van through the trees. He gripped the phone tighter and moved quickly through the kitchen into the back room. "Bill. I told you not to say anything." . . . He chucked the binoculars on his desk, retrieved the floppy disc from the computer and started jamming the files into his bag. He came to an abrupt stop, pressed the phone closer to his ear. "Jo's What?" . . . He closed his eyes and dragged his hand through his hair. "My God." he whispered.

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Lindsay looked back into the woodland. "I can't see the van now." she said anxiously.

Mac cursed under his breath. "Neither can I." He looked along the road and noticed the turning about several hundred metres away?"

Don followed Mac's gaze. "That's Light Street right?"

"Yea." Mac pulled away from the side of the road and started to drive slowly along E McComas Street. "Lindsay. Keep your eyes on the woodland. Let me know when you see that Black Van again."

"What are you gonna do?" Adam asked nervously.

"Like i said to Tony, we're just going to drive right passed Light Street and lead them away from here." Mac answered.

Don leaned back in his seat and released a long breath. "Great."

Adam glanced back at the Laptop. He bypassed another code and a mass of information came up on the page. He raised his eyebrows. "Mac that black Van belongs to Tom Ramsay. He owns a Car Sales Business in Maryland and several Scrap Yards here in Baltimore. 176 Lewell Road and 5a Tanner Street."

"Why doesn't that surprise me." Mac muttered.

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Wyatt grabbed the phone and pressed it to his ear. "What now Reuben?!" He said angrily.

"They know we're here Wyatt. They stopped by the side of the road several minutes ago. They're moving again now, but slowly." He glanced out of the side window. " . . . and we're passing the Cove. If they do know where Brooks is, I reckon they're leading us away from him."

Tony turned and smiled menacingly to Jo. "They'll tell us where he is."

Jo quickly looked back at him. "Wyatt. You're not going to be able to get out of this now. Just turn yourself in and . . ."

"Shut up and drive!"

Jo sighed inwardly and went to gaze back out the windscreen. Suddenly she felt something under her foot. She frowned, shifted her eyes back to Wyatt. He was still on the phone, and was now gazing intently out of the front windscreen. Slowly, she reached down and grabbed it. My God. It's a knife! Carefully she brought it toward her and slipped it inside her pocket.

This plan couldn't have gone any better. "I'll see you all in a minute." He hung up and glanced smugly back at Jo. "Slow down and turn right at the end of this road."

She kept her foot pressed down on the accelerator.

The smile vanished from his face and he raised his gun at her head. "DO IT!" He roared

She let out a long heavy breath, released her foot off the gas pedal and indicated right

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Suddenly Lindsay and Adam saw the black Van tearing out onto the road.

Lindsay spun around in her seat. "Mac! The van's speeding towards us!"

"Dammit!" Mac slammed his foot down on the gas and floored it.

Lindsay and Don grabbed their guns and aimed them out of the shattered rear window.

"Adam! Get down!" Don shouted. Adam ducked and Don aimed his weapon at the vans front windscreen, and fired.

Lindsay muttered under her breath when she saw the bullet bounce off the glass.

Don cursed loudly and fired a few more shots.

Lindsay lowered her weapon and turned quickly back to Mac. "Can't we go any faster?"

Mac cursed inwardly. "I'm flooring it already."

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George Brooks ran out of the house and grabbed his motorbike. He heard the sound of several vehicles speeding along E McComas street and quickly glanced up the road. "Ah crap!"

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Mac glanced quickly in the rear-view mirror. They were making some ground.

Don looked back at the road and his eyes widened. "Mac! Stop!"

Mac's eyes flashed out the front windscreen and he noticed a blue SUV speeding toward them. He glanced closer and his heart froze in his chest. "Jo!"

Oh God! It's Mac! Jo slammed down on the brakes and skidded across the road, bringing the car to a shuddering halt.

Lindsay and Adam spun around. "What's going on?" Adam asked.

Mac hit the brakes and skidded to stop.

Don glared at Wyatt. "You Sonofabitch."

The black Van behind them, slowed to a stop and Jezeel, Kennin, Reuben and Aston jumped out.

It was through a red wave of fear and fury that Jo wrenched open the car door and charged out onto the road. "Mac! Get out of here now!"

Mac surged out of the car and drew his weapon, the air suddenly stooling in his lungs, when he saw Wyatt jump out behind her.

Wyatt was so fast. He pulled her back, tightened his arm around her shoulders and pointed his weapon at her before she she had time to blink.

Mac aimed his gun at Wyatt and the overwhelming terror clawed through his heart, reminding him what it was to fear for more than your own life.

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Tony hung up and grabbed the radio. "Mac's phone's gone to voice mail."

Shane pulled the radio toward him. "Tony I've called the Riverside P.D. Several residents have already called the station reporting a disturbance along E McComas Street. Units are on their way."

"Okay. . . Oh God." He took a deep breath, looked back at the road and pushed his foot back down on the gas. "It shouldn't take more than five minutes for us to get there."

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Lindsay turned to Adam. "Stay in the car."

In stunned shock, Adam nodded numbly as he stared out the front windscreen at Jo and Wyatt.

Lindsay slowly stepped out of the car behind Don and aimed her weapon at Wyatt. "Hang on Jo." She whispered.

Mac stared furiously across at Wyatt. "Get away from her or I will kill you!"

Wyatt grinned maliciously at him and pressed his weapon to her head. "I don't think so Mac."

Suddenly Don heard footsteps behind them. He tore his eyes from Wyatt and looked back. Ah Crap!

Wyatt gazed across at Lindsay and Don. "Surrender your weapons now. . ." He glared back at Mac. "You too, or Jo's dead."

Mac, Don and Lindsay didn't move.

Jo couldn't stop thinking about the knife in her pocket, but how was that going to be of any help to them, when they had five guns pointed at them? She watched fearfully as Reuben walked around Mac's car, reached through the broken window, unlocked the door and pulled Adam out. Her eyes flashed back at Wyatt "There are going to be a whole ton of Police Officers turning up very soon. Just do yourself a favour and . . ." She was stopped mid sentence by Wyatt wrapping his arm so tightly around her, she could barely breath.

Immediately, Mac noticed the rage in Wyatt's eyes. and panic gripped his heart.

Wyatt swung back his weapon. "I told you to shut up!"

Panic gripped Mac's heart. "STOP! . . . Okay. I'm lowering the gun. Just . . . don't hit her." He dropped his weapon and met her gaze.

No! She shook her head frantically at him, swallowed back the heartache, and stood there helplessly as she watched Lindsay and Don do the same.

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George watched from behind several tall Oaks as Mac, Don and Lindsay's weapons were taken from them. He lifted the camera and snapped several more shots. These one's of Wyatt holding Jo at gun point, then he turned around and handed the camera to Ben Saunders, a resident living in one of the houses at the top of Light Street "Take this inside and lock the doors." He handed him a scrap of paper with a cell phone number written on it. "Call this number. You will get through to a Tony Lockhurst. Tell him George Brooks has handed you a camera and that he needs to come and collect it from you ASAP. Tell him it's evidence against a Detective Wyatt Roberts who works at the Baltimore P.D."

Ben nodded and disappeared behind the trees. George watched him until he got safely inside his property. Then turned back to Jo and Wyatt and waited.

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Mac took a step toward him. "Just let her go Wyatt."

Anxiety clawed at Don's chest when he saw Wyatt pull Jo roughly against him.

"No! Tell me where George Brooks is?!" Wyatt screamed.

Fear bolted through Mac when he noticed her struggling to breath. Wyatt was damn near strangling her. "Wyatt just calm down. We can talk about this."

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George leaned back against the tree and released a long, unsteady breath. This was a stupid plan. He knew it. No way was Wyatt going to take this bag and just let them all go, but the Riverside P.D still hadn't turned up yet and he couldn't stand by and do nothing, especially when Mac was getting dangerously close to being shot for saving his damn arse. He stared back down the road to Wyatt, and noticed his arm tightening around Jo's throat. Rage shot through him like a fire ball.

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"Tell me now Mac!" Wyatt screamed furiously.

Jo had had enough and was seriously thinking about slamming her elbow into Wyatts ribs, when suddenly she caught sight of George walking out from behind an Oak tree about 30 feet down the road.

Mac saw Jo's eyes widen. He quickly followed her gaze and caught sight of a man walking passed him.

Jo shook her head frantically at him as he walked up to her. "George. . . Stay back!"

Wyatt tightened his grip around her and she bit back a scream as the burning pain hit her windpipe.

"Jo!" Mac surged forward, but was pulled back by Jazeel and Kennin. "Just let her go you sonofabitch!"

Wyatt glared angrily at Mac. "Shut him up!"

Kennin grabbed Mac's other wrist and Jazeel moved quickly in front of him and landed his fist in Mac's face.

Jo gasped as she watched Jazeel deliver a second blow, this time to his ribs. She tried to pull away but Wyatt continued to grip her tightly and she couldn't move. "Leave him alone!" she shouted.

Don tried to get to Mac, but Aston grabbed his injured arm and Don yelled out as the excruciating pain shot through him.

Adam and Lindsay quickly started toward Don and Mac, but Reuben pushed them both back and aimed his weapon at them. "Don't move!"

Jo's eyes flashed back at Don and immediately she noticed the blood seeping from his arm. "Oh God." She said shakily.

He gritted his teeth and met her fearful gaze. I'm okay.

She glanced back at Lindsay and Adam. Physically they looked fine. Her eyes shot back to Mac. Kennin and Jazeel were now pulling him up off the ground.

Wyatt grinned wickedly and turned back to George. "I know you've got evidence against me." He pressed his weapon back to Jo's head. "Now tell me where it is or she dies."

Jo tore her eyes from Mac, swallowed hard and met George's intense gaze.

George frowned inwardly and continued to glance at her for several more seconds. She was trying to tell him something. He lowered his gaze and suddenly worked it out. She's signing! She's finger spelling!

Mac followed George's gaze and glanced closer at her hand. Fear rose up in him as he spelt out the two words. Get. . . ready. His eyes flashed back at hers. God No. Jo. Please. . . Panic took over once again, and he shot forward. "Just let her go!" Reuben and Jazeel grabbed him, jolted him backwards, and it sent an intense pain slamming through his ribs. Mac gritted his teeth and didn't take his eyes off her for a second.

George glanced back at Wyatt. "You want the evidence?" He yanked the bag off his shoulder. "Here it is."

Jo gazed wide eyed at George. What are you doing?

Wyatt reached for the bag.

George swung it out of Wyatts reach. "This is between Me and you. Let Jo and the rest of her team go and I'll give you the bag." He was stooling for time here. There was no way that was going to happen.

Wyatt glared at George. "No. I'm taking the bag." He shifted his eyes to Mac and leaned closer to her.

She turned her face away from him. He grabbed her chin roughly and pulled her back toward him.

Fury slammed Mac's chest and he tried once again to get free of Reuben and Jazeel's grip.

Wyatt brushed his lips to her cheek and grinned maliciously back at him. " . . . And I'm taking Jo too."

"NO!" Mac surged forward with so much force that Jazeel released his arm.

Jo pulled out the blade and plunged it into Wyatts side.

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NEXT CHAPTER IS VERY LIKELY TO BE UP MONDAY NIGHT BECAUSE I HAVE NO WORK FOR THE NEXT TWO DAYS