Rescue time. Amber

Chapter 11

Frank was good at following instructions. He had his phone and was looking at the display. She appeared to be on the second floor. Frank made sure he would be the one going up those stairs. A guard yelped and went to shoot, the SWAT commander fired first, just one shot. He gestured two and pointed to the rooms on the walls. Two more guards came running towards them. Frank fired twice, hitting them both in the chest. The SWAT commander went up the stairs. Frank followed him and four other SWAT officers were behind him. They opened the first door and found a girl shackled to a bed. She screamed. An officer stayed with her. They went to the second door and found another girl, she was wide eyed but when she saw the FBI emblem on their chest she burst into tears. Frank and the SWAT commander went to the next door. The SWAT commander opened it. Frank's fury quickly rose. His daughter was screaming and a man was on top of her. Frank snapped. "Get off my daughter!"

The man whirled around. He reached for a gun that was on the dresser. The SWAT commander yelled. "Don't even think about it or you're dead. Get off her now!"

Frank didn't wait for the man to listen. He grabbed him slamming his face into the wall and cuffed him. "You sick bastard!"

Brooke was sobbing. She had crawled under the sheet. "DADDY! Oh Daddy!"

Frank handed the man off to a SWAT officer who pushed him none too gently out of the room. His broken nose once again hitting the floor. Officers of the law despised crimes against children. Frank hurried to Brooke. He pulled her into a tight embrace. "I've got you baby. You're safe now. I love you so much."

Brooke was crying hysterically. "A man named Juan is the ring leader. He...he made me have sex daddy. I didn't want to. A girl named Angel said they wanted me to give birth to a baby, that it would make a lot of money. There's more girls here and they're pregnant. There were three girls on the plane with me. A woman named Karla held a gun to my head. Juan held a gun to my head. Oh daddy."

Frank rocked her back and forth. "Shhh. I'm so sorry sweetie. You're safe now."

"They made me shower after the first client. He complained that I was whining and Juan hit me with a belt."

Frank was hoping his father at least broke Juan Garcia's nose.

Fenton Hardy went into the hacienda with his SWAT team. They started clearing the house. Guards fired on them and were quickly taken out. Fenton and the SWAT commander followed by six SWAT officers went up the grand staircase. Juan Garcia came out of his room wearing nothing but a pair of briefs. He had his gun. Fenton yelled. "Drop it!"

He saw that he was outnumbered. He dropped the gun. "What's this about gentlemen?"

Fenton slammed him against the wall, making sure his nose made painful contact. "You had my granddaughter. She has a special panic button, we traced her location to one of your warehouses. We have audio Garcia, her father and I heard what you did to her. That you are the first to rape all the girls you've taken."

"I want a lawyer."

Fenton cuffed him. "The smartest thing you've said." He called on the radio. "Teams report in."

"Team four reporting in. We have 100,000 pounds of cocaine and marijuana in the third warehouse."

Sam called. "Team Two reporting in. I have 20 girls in various stages of pregnancy at my location."

Frank called in. "This is team one reporting in. We found eight girls at this location."

Fenton Hardy smiled. "Good work teams. Process your prisoners. Frank, I want these girls checked at the local children's hospital. It's in McAllen."

"Acknowledged."

Fenton called his son on his cell phone. Frank answered on the first ring. Fenton could hear Brooke sobbing. It told him what he needed to know. "I'll call Callie. Get her to the hospital."

Frank said. "I will. We need mass transport. Probably a bus would be easier. The eight girls at my location that were just taken need to have priority. They're going to be the ones with DNA evidence."

Fenton nodded. "Understood."

He went to the warehouse where he knew his granddaughter was. "Where is my son?" He asked the SWAT commander.

He pointed. "Up those stairs, third door." This man was raping his daughter when we went in."

Fenton's face turned purple with rage. "You vicious punk." Then he addressed the SWAT commander. "Make sure that Juan Garcia and this sick asshole's van hits a few bumps on the way to lockup."

"You got that right."

Fenton nodded. "Nothing extreme, I want them breathing to stand trial. Assign each girl an agent."

"Of course and already done."

Fenton hurried up the stairs. He rushed into the room and for the first time since her abduction saw his granddaughter. She was trembling in Frank's arms. He went over to them. Fenton kissed her head. "You're safe now sweetheart."

"Grandpa. I was so scared. I couldn't hit the panic button on the plane. My hands were behind my back."

Fenton knelt so that she was looking down at him. "It's alright baby. You did it when you could. We love you so much, I'm proud of you."

"I want to go home! I want my mom!"

Fenton pulled out his phone. He called Callie.

"Hello? Fenton did you find her?"

"Yes. She's with me and Frank. She has minor injuries. She's been through hell Callie. It's quite an enterprise. When the girls get pregnant they sell the babies."

Callie sucked in her breath. She stepped into her bathroom, locked the door, and whispered. "Was she raped?"

"By three different men."

Callie slid down the wall of the bathroom. Her legs wouldn't hold her at the moment. Her voice sounded calmer than she felt. "I want her examined as soon as possible."

"Of course. Frank won't leave her side."

"He better not."

She disconnected and sat on the floor sobbing. Her poor baby! She wanted five minutes with those animals. Just five fucking minutes! She wanted to tear them apart! A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Mommy? Did they find her?"

Callie called through the door. "Yes dear. Try to sleep now."

"I'm going to go tell Uncle Joe and Nana first then I will."

"Okay baby."

Callie looked at her phone and called Cassandra Culpepper. "Dr. Culpepper, it's Callie Hardy. I'm sorry for the late hour. But I promised Ben that I would call if we found Brooke."

"They found her? She's safe?"

"Yes, but she went through hell. I don't know what this is going to do to her.."

Cassandra sucked in her breath. "I'm so sorry Callie. My son will be happy she is safe."

"He's such a sweet boy, I know he'll do everything he can to help Brooke."

"We all will. She needs family now and maybe close friends if she feels up to it."

"Absolutely. I apologize for the late hour."

"Don't apologize, not for this. Take care of your family Callie."

Another knock was heard on the door. Callie stood up with a little difficulty but she managed it. She opened the door and Joe was in the doorway. "Mom is putting Claire to bed. How is Brooke?"

Callie couldn't stop her tears. "She was raped by three different men Joe."

"Ah God!" Joe pulled her into a comforting hug. "She's a strong girl just like her mother. We'll help her through this."

"I need to get there."