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Rebel without a conscience
Martyr without a cause-The Pass, Rush
Meehan Family Home.10:46am
Morgan Park, Chicago
October 6th, 2011
Shock would be an understatement, they were beyond shock. Who could blame them, last night me and Riza were semi-colleges, then the next morning I'm happier than Care Bear at a hug festival and Riza's wearing one of my shirts. And we're kissing!
"And how long have you two. . . been together?"
"Let's see Nick, it was around two o'clock last night when we admitted our feeling, ten minutes later we had sex in the shower. . . about seven hours."
Ed, Al and Roy were just as thunderstruck but couldn't say anything, for a little bit anyway. Roy got over it: "So was she good in bed Shawn?"
Riza glared daggers at him which made him cower in his chair. "You will never know that Roy, and Shawn will not tell you."
So much truth in that statement. "So, Nick, what are you doing here this early?"
"Came to see what you want done today about the case."
"Until something breaks not much can be done. So until then, guess we just go to the office and do business as usual. I think it's about time the three amigo's and Winry do an actual day's police work then at the end of the day go home."
Nick looked rather downcast at that. "Sounds boring, but then again that is the nature of the job."
"Yeah I guess. Better get dressed baby."
We kissed again before she left for her room. Everyone else just groined at our little display.
Squad Room. 1:28am
Today has been busy as hell. Alex and Akira got called to a robbery/homicide at a bank and took Al with them, Mason and James are staking out a counterfeit operation near the lake with Roy and Wendy is going solo at a ware house full of smuggled Chinese weapons. Winry is in the motor pool, were so far she has excelled beyond what Ziggy was expecting. Me, I'm sitting in my office with door open while Ed, Nick and Riza wait for something to happen. Then my phone rang. "Meehan. . . yeah. . . are you sure it's his work. . . alright, I'll send Peretti."
I hung up the phone and left my office. "Nick, got something for you. "Joe Salamio" struck again. Body was found at The Loop in front of the Equity Finance Building. Take Ed with you."
A puzzled look crossed Ed face. "Who's "Joe Salamio"?"
Nick filled him in as we put his coat on. "He's a serial killer we've been tracking for six months. His name is derived from a legendary baseball player Joe DiMaggio. This freak attacks women, rapes and beats them to death with a large and hardened salami log."
"You're kidding right?"
"No Ed, Nick is not kidding. Ten murders, err eleven now and we can't catch him. Now go you two."
They left the squad room, leaving me and Riza alone. I went back to my chair and sat back down; Riza entered my office and sat on my lap. "Looks like it's just you and me Shawn."
"There is no sex in the squad room, sorry. They have cameras installed and frankly I don't want the freaks who watch the tapes to see that."
She socked me on the shoulder for that. I looked at the wall clock, I was a little past one thirty and I was hungry. "How about some lunch?"
"Sounds good to me Shawn."
We both grabbed our coats and left.
Lake Michigan Bank
"Whoa, what a mess." exclaimed Det. Moore when he set foot inside the bank. Three bodies were laid out on the marble floor, two men and a woman each shot dead. It caught the attention of another Detective who made his way to the three detectives. "You with SIU?"
"Yep. Names Detective, Alex Moore, behind me are my fellow SIU investigators: Detective. Akira Zanavich and Sgt. Al Elric."
"Good, I gotta get back to the house, have fun." replied the detective as he left the bank. Al's stomach turned over when he got a look at the three bodies. "God, does this happen often?"
"Not really." answered Akira, who started to take pictures of the crime scene. "Most bank jobs are bloodless, get in, get the money, then get out and hope the teller didn't slip a dye pack in with the money."
"Hey Al, "called Alex. "Come over here a sec, I have a job for you." All walked over to Alex, who was holding a pair of gloves, a set of tweezers and several small evidence bags. "Put these gloves on and use the tweezers to pick up the shell casings. Make sure you put each casing in its own bag."
Following the directions, Al began to pick up the multiple shell castings scattered around the lobby.
Run Down Apartment
Sitting with a pair of binoculars looking across the street, Mason was starting to get bored. "I hate stakeouts."
Roy had to agree. "I agree with you. It's funny to know that even in this universe the authorities can't just assume wrong doing is being done and be forced to watch."
"Laugh all you want, we're going to be here awhile, and where is James with the food!"
The door to the apartment opened and in walked James with an arm full of food. "I'm right here you Irish bastard."
"Bout time." exclaimed Mason as he and Roy went to the food, James grabbed what he wanted and took Mason's place at the window.
Shawn's POV
Me and Riza were on our way to Liam's bar for lunch when Riza grabbed my arm and told me to stop the car. "What wrong?"
"Over in the restaurant, I saw Kimblee!"
I backed up slowly and eyed the restaurant. I knew what he looked like by what Ed had told me of him. Sure enough, there he was, sitting at a table right at the window. Riza started to get out and I stopped her. "Hold up babe, I have an idea. We need him alive to tell us why he did all this."
I pulled forward and turned into an alley next to the building across the street from the restaurant. I popped the trunk and we got out and walked to the trunk.
"I heard that you are a sharpshooter in the military? "
"Yes, they called me the Hawk's Eye. Why do you ask?"
I opened the trunk and removed the reason I asked the question. "Remington 700PSS bolt action sniper rifle. Normally chambers the .308 Winchester or .300 Winchester Magnum, but this one I had made for myself. It chambers the much more powerful .30-06 Springfield." I grabbed a box magazine and handed it to her.
"Five round clip, goes in below the bolt."
Without missing a beat she opened the bolt, put the magazine in and closed the bolt, loading the weapon. "Ok, that was hot. I didn't even have to show you."
"Not that hard to understand, and I'm glad you liked that."
"Oh I did. You need me to show you how to use the scope?"
"Nope."
I pointed to the buildings fire escape. "Set yourself up so you'll have him in the cross hairs. Have your badge out so the residents don't think you're a loony with a high powered rifle"
"What are you going to do?"
"Have some lunch with him. Try not to kill him, we need to know what the fuck is going on and he can't tell us if he's dead."
Riza nodded and made her badge visible, then began her climb up to the roof. I ran across the street and entered the restaurant. He was eating what I assumed was Italian, I didn't really care. Acting natural I walked to the empty chair on the other side of his table and sat down.
"Nice day, wouldn't you agree?"
He looked up from his food, "Do I know you?"
"I'm hurt, how can you say that after you stole the front end of my car." I strategically moved my duster to show the badge clipped to my belt as well as my .45
"Ahh, Lt. Shawn Meehan, glad to finally meet you. The man who has managed to really piss me off. I take you know who I am?"
I shrugged, "Not much, all they told me was your name and that you were absorbed by an artificial human. So how did you survive?"
"Will to live and I got bored."
"Really, was it like in Hellraiser? Did someone spill blood on the spot where you died and you just, climbed up out of it?"
"Something like that, yeah. So they didn't tell you about my, skill set? Or of my exploits during Ishval?"
He got a sick grin on his face. It's the same look that war criminals have when they think back to what they did. Just like Captain. Tanzic. . . I shot out of my chair and drew my gun, putting the barrel right to his head.
"I'm sorry; does my demeanor put you off Lieutenant? What are you going to do, shoot me? What if I escape?"
"You won't get very far asshole. You see, after you failed to bring me to your world, you didn't erase your circle. Look out and up."
He did, seeing Riza on the roof with a rifle aimed at him. "Damn it!"
"Yeah you fucked up Kimblee. What are you and Greenwood planning!"
"Like I would tell you. Let's just say what's going to happen right now is a clue."
He did a transmutation and blinded me. When I got my vision back he was gone and the people in the place were in a panic. Then, just faintly, over the loud voiced I heard a faint ticking. Then multiple ticking noises.
"Son of a! EVERYONE GET OUT GET OUT NO-!"
Riza's POV
Shortly after that flash I looked for Kimblee, but I didn't see him, bastard must have run out the back. Then people started to run out the front in a panic.
"What the hell?"
BOOOOOM!
The entire building front blew out, shooting smoke and glass on onto the street.
"Shawn!"
I raced down the fire escape, and bolted across the street just has he walked out of the restaurant, covered in drywall and looking very pissed. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!"
"Shawn are you-."
"I'm fine! God, damn it! Roy, that little weasel, that little fuck!"
He was livid. I don't blame him, because I know what he's talking about: Roy didn't share the whole truth about Kimblee, and it almost killed innocent people.
"I'm going to apologize a head of time Riza, because I'm going to get Roy's sorry ass down hear and I'm going to tear him a new asshole and possibly kill him .General or not, in my world he is a Sergeant and I am a Lieutenant! Do you have a problem with that?"
What else can I say? "No sir, not a problem"
