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Chapter 26

Kip tossed his duffel bag on top of the table in the small room just before the hospital room where Dennis was still lying on the bed. He unzipped the bag while Mack stared out of the window with his arms folded across his chest. Kip pulled a small, black, rectangular box out of the duffel bag and sat it down on the table. He opened it and skimmed over the labels of the different vials of liquid neatly tucked in their places inside the box. Mack continued to watch Jackie make her peace with Booker for several minutes, until Mack's eyes widened in surprise. "He's tapping his hand!" He yelled louder than he intended to as he pointed out the window.

"What?" Kip quickly looked up and scanned the room for Booker's hand.

Mack's speech sped up as panic and excitement shot through him. "He's tapping his hand against the bed!"

"I see it…Hanson must of got to Dennis before he went missing." A huge smile spread across Kips face. He struggled to balance his concentration with his building excitement. "We need to get Jackie out of there."

"And take her where?" Mack dropped his hands to his thighs and frowned at Kip. "I don't want to leave him. I want to see him too."

"I don't know why you didn't just leave her at the Chapel in the first place." Kip mumbled.

"Because I didn't want the Chief to worry about having her and Rico there." Mack abruptly replied. "I was thinking of the team."

Kip pulled one of the vials out and began setting up the rest of the equipment. "Tom's gonna flip if Jackie finds out Booker's alive before it's time." He kicked his head toward the door. "Take her to the cafeteria and get a bite to eat. I'll call you when it's all good here."

Mack flung his hand toward the window. "But, I wanna.."

"You wanna…what?" Kip quickly slammed his hands on the table, framing the duffel bag, before freezing into position and scowling at Mack. "You wanna stand here and argue like we have all night to make this happen?" He pointed at the window. "Or do you want to get her out of here, so I can work?" He quickly shrugged while shifting his weight. "Up to you."

Mack narrowed his eyes in frustration. "Fine" He mumbled as he headed out of the door.

"Jude!" Harry rushed down the metal steps of the Chapel after Judy who was on a fast-paced mission to her car. "Judy!...Wait!"

"HEY!…JUDE!...Slow down!" Penhall raced down the stairs after them. He watched Judy pull her clip from her gun to check the bullets, before taking her last step onto the asphalt. "Wait up!" He shouted.

Judy shoved the clip into her Berretta until it clicked into place. She spun around, locking her gun into her shoulder holster in one quick motion. "What?" She narrowed her brows and gritted her teeth, while Penhall caught his breath. "I was out of line?...I'm out of control?...I need to calm down?" She threw her fists to her hips as she moved closer to Doug. "Say whatever you have to say now….And make it quick, because I don't want to hear another word out of you until after…" She jabbed her finger into his chest. "After I find Hanson."

"I-I…Jude, you…" Penhall frowned in thought as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't think you're thinking clearly right now. Maybe…"

"Good talk." Judy nodded before kicking her head in the direction of her vehicle. "You staying or going?" She turned around and started toward the cars in the parking lot.

"Why are you being so…" Penhall followed close behind her, moving his hands around themselves in search of words. "So…"

She spun back around while pulling the keys from the pocket of her leather jacket. "So…What Penhall?" She angrily squinted. "You're wasting time."

"Judy," He dropped his hands to his thighs as his eyes shifted to the starry sky. "This isn't you." His vision floated back down to her rage filled eyes. "Maybe…" He cautiously reached out to touch her arm. Her head followed his hand until it got within a few inches of her arm, and he eased it back. "Let me and Iok find Hanson…" He exhaled in defeat, and followed her after she immediately stormed off.

"Thank you," Harry quickly snatched the car keys out of the Judy's hand and continued toward the cars. She gave him a curious look and he replied with a sympathetic, yet stern expression. "You're not driving mad."

"I'm fine." Judy calmly stated before stopping cold when she saw Ioki open the driver's side door of the Mustang. "We'll… take… my…car." Her voice softly drifted away, as she took a few steps backwards. She paused for a few seconds before slowly turning towards her vehicle.

Penhall suddenly appeared in front of Judy, blocking her from moving closer to her car. "You and I need to talk."

She stiffened her body, and burrowed her brows while staring into Penhall's scolding eyes. "Help me find Hanson and then we'll talk."

"He's like a brother to me…I want to find him too, but…not like this." Penhall leaned in closer to her. "You're emotional and you're not thinking clearly."

"Okay," She put her hand to her chest. "Well forgive me for being a little emotional on this one Doug, but I feel I have a little justification this time." Judy put her hand to her hip and searched Doug's eyes. "What if it was Rachel?" Doug dropped his head and shifted his weight as Judy continued. "Would you sit here and wait for me and Harry to find her?" She licked her lips and nodded, while waiting on him to respond. "I didn't think so….I'm going to find him." She attempted to push pass him, but he wouldn't budge. "I have to try."

"Not like this," Penhall held her upper arm. He sympathetically shook his head while continuing to stare at the ground. "He'd have my ass if he knew I let you…"

"Let me?" She looked at Doug like he'd lost his mind while snatching her arm from his grasp. "Let me go!" She scoffed while pushing him with more force.

Penhall raised his head while resisting. "Let me and Harry do this for you."

Judy's scowl deepened. "I'm doing exactly what Tom would do." Her eyes shifted to the night sky before meeting them with his. "With the exception of kicking your ass for trying to stop me." She moved to the left and so did he. "Doug, don't think I won't try." She moved to the right and he followed. She released a deep sigh when she saw his body tense up, from the barrel of Hanson's gun pressed firmly against the zipper of Doug's jeans. "You're wasting time." She growled in a low tone. "Now…mooove."

His eyes shifted upward while taking in a gulp of air. "I've had enough of you pulling guns on…" He heard the soft click of safety being released, before looking back down at her. "How 'bout I let you help us find Hanson." He reluctantly agreed, while giving her a stern eye. "But, then me and you are going to have a..." He frowned when she disappeared into the passenger side seat of her car. "HEY!...I'm talking here!" He shouted in a booming voice before getting into the backseat. "You know," He slammed the car door seconds before Ioki sped off. "You're not the only one who loves Hanson."

"Harry's not the best driver." Judy propped her elbow up on the door, placed her hand on her chin, and stared out of the window in thought. "Put your seatbelt on." Her voice faded, and it was apparent that she was miles away.

"Heeeey, I haven't had a ticket in years." Harry narrowed his brows, slightly offended. "I get around just fine."

Penhall smirked while making his seatbelt click. "That's because cars get out of the way when they see your car coming."

"Very funny." Harry glanced at the rearview mirror and sneered at Doug. "Weren't you the one who got the ticket for making a rolling stop not too long ago?"

"I stopped at that stop sign!" Penhall flung his arm out while defensively shouting. "I almost burnt my cover, arguing with that rookie!"

"Hanson told me you didn't stop." Ioki taunted.

"What does he know?" Penhall lifted his shoulders while looking into the rearview mirror at Ioki. "That was around the time that I was waking up in the middle of the night with him beating my tail in his sleep, and him not remembering anything….Not exactly the most reliable witness."

"Uuuhh…huh" Ioki leaned forward as he turned the corner onto a dark road. "He still having those night terrors?"

"A couple since he told me about…" Judy dropped her head and fidgeted with her fingers. "He sleeps in Clavo's room to be on the safe side."

Penhall had been so preoccupied with Hanson that he forgot to check on Clavo. He knew that he was with Anthony, and might not be able to use his phone but it had been awhile since he'd remembered Clavo checking in and it was getting late. "Has Clavo checked in lately?"

"I don't know." Ioki sighed. "He's probably with that weasel, and you know he doesn't like for Clavo to be out of his sight for too long."

"Paranoid freak." Penhall scoffed as he pulled out his phone to text Clavo.

Harry briefly turned his attention to Judy before looking back at the road. He could tell that she was angry and worrying herself sick. He searched his thoughts for something profound to say, something to make her feel a little better….at least for the moment. "So, I was thinking teriyaki chicken."

Judy scrunched her face while slowly turning to Harry. "What?"

"Your dad's barbequing the Friday and Saturday of the twin's birthday party," Harry shrugged. "They'll be in that Thursday,….So, I was thinking….for dinner that night." He eased back in his seat and lifted his brows. "How about I make the teriyaki chicken skewers with the peppers and pineapples that you love so much?" He briefly glanced back at her, noticing the more relaxed expression on her face.

Her elbow dug into the top of the car door, as she continued holding her index and middle fingers to her forehead while facing him. She released a small chuckle. "That sounds good Harry, thanks." She dropped her arm and flashed a smile before shaking her head.

"He gets a smile and I get a gun pressed against my…" Penhall moved his hand in a circular motion over his lower region as he cleared his throat. "Area."

Judy flashed a smile and rolled her eyes without turning around. "I'm sorry."

"You scared my testicles so bad,…they sucked themselves back into my body." Penhall sarcastically stated. "But, it's okay boys." He looked down before looking out the window. "She's sorry." He playfully announced while looking at her through the rearview mirror. "Don't worry about it." He smirked. "They'll come back down any day now."

Ioki laughed. "Maybe if you stop playing Daddy, man….She'll stop pulling guns on you." Ioki's eyes shifted back to the rearview mirror to look at Penhall. "She needs a friend right now."

"She just pulled her piece out on you not too long ago my friend." Penhall frowned as he watched Judy look out the passenger side window. "Besides…Judy, I'm only looking out for…"

"I know." A faint smirk tugged at the side of her mouth, as she rubbed her hands together and glanced back out the window. "I also know this car can go faster than this."

Hanson cut his eyes to watch the bodyguards start toward the grave site they hoped to put him in, while Bryce babbled about how all of his plans were falling into place perfectly. Clavo licked his lips in thought while studying his surroundings and how he was going to get him and Hanson out of new cemetery without becoming part of it. He casually dug his hands into the pockets of his slacks and pulled his cell phone out of his left pocket while easing a handcuff key out of his right pocket. Anthony lowered his brows as he turned to Clavo. "Who do you think you're calling?"

"A friend who," Clavo quickly answered. "I won't be seeing until breakfast now." He grumbled.

Anthony squinted in curiosity while holding his hand over Clavo's phone. "What friend?...I didn't know you were meeting someone tonight."

Clavo's scowl deepened while sizing Anthony up. "I'm a grown man," He started to walk away. "I don't tell you everything."

The Senator's head snapped in Clavo's direction. "No texting!" He demanded. "I wanna hear every word that comes out your mouth."

"Al-right." Clavo huffed while dialing. He scrambled to think of a way to tell his father where they were. "Hey cutie…What's good?" He forced a smile.

Penhall scrunched his face in confusion. "What?..Clav, where…"

"I'm not going to make it tonight." Clavo ran his hand over his mouth while glancing at the sky. "I'm with McQuaid…."

Penhall's eyes widened as he sat straight up in his seat. "You're with Hanson?"

"Hanson? Is he okay?" Judy whipped halfway around before getting pinned down by the seatbelt. She pressed the release button and reached her arm out toward Doug, but was entangled in the retracting belt. "Urgh!...Doug, please let me talk to him!"

"Relax," Clavo shifted his weight, sighed, and scratched his head. "We're in Hastings…"

"Man?" Anthony slapped the back of his hand to Clavo's chest and looked at him like he was crazy.

"Look, there's seven other guys here that need to use my phone…So, I gotta go. I'll call…." Clavo narrowed his brows at Anthony in a threatening manner, after Anthony snatched his phone out of his hand, and hung up. "Have you lost your mind?" Clavo clinched his jaw, snatched his phone back, pointed it in Anthony's face and growled. "Don't you ever take anything from me."

Anthony stepped back and tossed his hands up defensively. "I'm sorry, but you were saying too much."

'Not enough' Clavo thought as he turned his attention to the Senator. "So, we standing here all night or do you want to check on your men to see what's what?" His phone began vibrating again and he pressed the button to answer it.

"Hang it up." The Senator narrowed his eyes at Clavo and balled his fists. "We're doing whatever I say we're doing….Anthony!" He cut his eyes at Anthony. "Go check on the boys and…uh…" He kicked his head in Clavo's direction. "Take Everett here with you."

Clavo inched his way over to stand behind Hanson. He placed the handcuff key into Hanson's hand, careful not to let it go until Hanson firmly grasped it. Clavo looked up at the Senator. "What are we doing with him?"

"Leave him here with me." The Senator glanced over at the two bodyguards, who were gradually approaching the gravesite. "Don't worry," He turned his attention back to a visibly worried Clavo. "I have my little friend here." He patted the handgun tucked into his the belt of his slacks. "And, my back up." He glanced at the man sitting in the driver's side seat of the limo. "Eli's here if he gets outta hand."

Hanson glanced at Eli who was sitting in the passenger side seat of the limo, staring out of the side view mirror at Hanson and the Senator. "I'll be on my best behavior." Hanson smirked while discretely fidgeting with his cuffs until they popped open.

"I bet." The Senator sneered at Hanson. "Go ahead." He shooed them. "I'm fine."

"Not so much." Hanson smiled as he hooked the center of his cuffs around Bryce's throat.

Clavo spotted Anthony going for his piece. "I wouldn't" Clavo quickly pulled his Berretta out and pressed it firmly against Anthony's head, before Anthony reached his gun. He snatched Anthony's gun from his belt clip and aimed it at Eli who'd just stepped out of the car.

"Everett," Anthony huffed in confusion. "What are you doing?...You're supposed to be with us."

"I know, but…" Clavo kicked his head toward Hanson. "I like him better."

"We'll double whatever he's paying you." Anthony pleaded.

"Sounds good, but…a…" Clavo sucked his front teeth. "He'll let me finish my phone conversations."

"Well, boys…" Hanson yanked on his cuffs, causing Bryce to choke as if he was about to vomit. "Looks like what we have here is a Mexican standoff." Hanson grimaced at the sound the Senator was making. It was a combination of gagging and choking. "Don't do that…it's annoying." He released the pressure long enough to point downward. "Let me hang out with your friend for awhile."

"You're…(cough)… cra-zy!" The Senator scowled while trying to pull the cuffs from his neck. "I'm not…(cough)… handing… you my gun!"

"Oh…okay," Hanson yanked on his cuffs with more force, until the gun was in his hand. "Thank you..." Hanson released his hands from the cuffs and pushed Bryce out of the way. "See how easy that was?" He ducked when he heard the 'pat-ting' of bullets hitting the truck and the limo. "GET DOWN!" He shouted at Clavo while running toward him. Hanson football tackled Clavo and they scurried around the truck on their hands and feet, kicking up small clouds of dirt in the process. Once they were behind the truck, he turned to Clavo. "You go left and I'll go right." He nodded in sync with Clavo before taking a deep breath while listening for the clips to empty. "Go!" Hanson raced around the truck and was immediately greeted by Eli's semi-automatic erratically firing air in Hanson's face. "You're out nimrod." Hanson sneered before pistol slapping him so hard, that Eli fell face down in the dirt. Hanson picked up the empty pistol, shoved it into the belt of his pants, and ducked behind the trunk of the limo for coverage from the flying ammunition. He aimed and fired at one of the bodyguards that was approaching the truck where Clavo was taking cover. He hit the guard in the back three times, before firing one fatal shot into the head of the bodyguard who was now firing at them. Hanson slipped back behind the trunk of the limo after watching the boulder of the man fall to his death.

Clavo spotted the other bodyguard running towards bullet riddled truck where he was taking cover. He shot him in the right arm, the chest and the leg, but the mountainous man continued to run toward him firing shots, as Clavo ran to take cover behind the long limo. Clavo spun around into a squatted position behind the front passenger side of the limo. "Uncle H?" His heart was beating out of his chest and he was panting while his eyes began to water. He held the left side of his chest where the excruciatingly painful burning was coming from.

"You alright?" Hanson yelled while trying to peek around the car.

"How am I doing?" Clavo grunted.

Hanson squinted in pain as he peeked around the car to figure out their positioning. "You're doing… great Clav!" He tapped his forehead to the trunk while grimacing and holding his side. "I'm very proud of you!" He glanced at the blood coated hand that had been pressing down on the wretched burning plaguing his side.

Clavo and Hanson could hear the sound of screeching tires in unison with the plumes of dust kicking up around them. Clavo heard the fading sounds of gun fire as he slumped down behind the front passenger side door of the limo. "Uncle Tommy?" He felt the slow draining of his energy leaving his body as the tears raced down his cheek. The blood soaked hand that covered his chest was now in his lap. "Un..cle..Tom..my?" His voice faded.

Booker's eyes suddenly popped open, before squinting to the bright artificial light shining down from the ceiling. He peeled his tongue from the roof of his mouth in an attempt to open his dry mouth. He slowly rolled his slightly damp tongue between his lips, swallowed down a gulp of air with a trace of saliva before allowing gravity to pull his head down to the right. He saw Kip sitting in the chair next to his bedside with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. "Not exactly…the face…" He whispered to Kip's slowly rising head. "I… dreamt of…uh…em… seeing." He chuckled until he coughed.

Kip's face lit up as bright as the sun at the sight of Booker's groggy expression. "You're not exactly who'd I wanna wake up to either." He stood to his feet and picked up the glass of water he placed at Booker's bedside, as he chuckled. "But, I've never been this happy to so anyone in my life."

"Thanks, man." A small smile inched across Booker's face. "Jackie?" He cleared his throat. "Was she…(cough)…here? Or, was I...(cough)…dreaming?" He sipped on the straw, stemming from the cup of water Kip was holding for him.

"She's in the cafeteria with Penhall." Kip sweetly nodded while checking Booker's pulse. "She doesn't know you're alive yet." He put his hand to Booker's chest when he saw Booker struggling to sit up. "What are you doing?"

"If Jackie wasn't a dream." Booker threw his hand behind him and tried to push himself into a sitting position, but his arm was still a bit weak and wobbly. "Hanson,"

"We know," Kip pressed on Booker's chest, gently pushing him down. "Judy, Penhall and Harry are on their way."

Booker tried to sit up once more. "I have to help him."

Kip gently pushed him down again. "Who's gonna hold you up while you do that?"

Booker chuckled as he hunched over. "I'll be fine."

"You go out there like this," Kip shook his head while writing down Booker's current vitals. "You'll get everyone killed." He pulled the stethoscope over his head.

"Alright, Dr. Fuller…." Booker grimaced in pain, as he rubbed his head. "How much longer until this stuff wears completely off?"

"Don't be like that," Kip studied Booker's vitals. "You guys can't keep being jealous, just because the C.I.A. gives more extensive medical training than the force….give us cooler equipment that's up-to-date." He taunted while comparing his current vitals to his comatose ones. "We can't help it, because we're better."

Booker dipped his brow as he shrugged one shoulder. "You're a spy!"

"Oh, and undercover work is so forthcoming." Kip sarcastically stated while, rolling his eyes and sticking the stethoscope into his ears. "Tell me Dennis…How many suspects do you tell that you're undercover?" He sarcastically stated while pressing the opposite end of the stethoscope to Booker's chest. "Deep breath."

"Whatever, kid" Booker smirked while exhaling. "Just answer the question."

"I'm not a kid." Kip whined while pulling the stethoscope down to rest around his neck. "I hate it when you guys call me that!" He bowed his head and sulked. "I'll be forty in a couple of years."

"You're still the baby of the group. So, get over it." Booker bit back a small smile. "Kid….aaahhhh…never gets old."

"I hate you." Kip walked around to the end of Booker's bed. "I hate you all."

"That never gets old either." Booker laughed before hunching over in pain. "Now, hurry up and get me down from here, so I can help find Hanson."

"Listen, I know you're as much of a brother to Hanson as I am…" Kip rocked his head from side to side while lifting his shoulders while lifting Booker's leg. "Except I don't hit on his wife and I don't intentionally do shit to piss him off." He flashed a quick smile to Booker, who was laughing through the physical pain of Kip checking the flexibility in his foot by moving it back and forth. "And I know you want to help him." Kip checked the flexibility in the opposite foot. "We all do….But, you need your rest."

"I'll rest until I get the feeling back in my body." Booker flinched when Kip did the same thing to his left wrist. "The I.V.'s in that arm!"

"No, it's not." Kip checked his arm before meeting his eyes with Booker's. "Let's give it a minute and I'll check it again. If you have another sharp pain…let me know."

"Yeah-yeah, just fix me and get me outta here." Booker frowned in frustration.