Bosco wearily drug his hand over his face, partially to keep him
awake and partially in frustration. He took a moment to look over at Faith,
keeping his handgun aimed over the door of his cruiser at the Prada store.
Faith was repeatedly checking the bullets in her gun. It was the fifth time
she had checked the damn thing in a span of an hour. Bosco looked back at
the glass house, wishing he could see what was going on. Nothing had
happened, nobody had gone past a window in the past half hour. He knew that
the lunatics were being negotiated with, they had already told the waiting
force to kiss their asses because they weren't coming out alive. Bosco knew
all he needed was one clear shot at one of the bastards. That would teach
them to waste his time.
He didn't know what annoyed him more. The fact that he had been sitting in the exact position for the past 4 hours, or the dumbass journalists that were constantly trying to sneak around the store to get a good shot. Didn't they realize that one crew, including the reporter, had been obliterated from a second story window just because they were there? Bosco could imagine what would happen if they had somehow found a spot where they were only 10 feet from the store.
"How you holding up, Davis?" Bosco called over, turning to his left. The cruiser parked next to his belonged to Sullivan and Davis. They had sloppily pulled in, making an over-lapping barricade between the officers and the shop. Which had suited Faith just fine. Ty looked back at Bosco, an unsubtle agitated expression on his long face.
"I wish one of these assholes would just pop up for one second," he smiled tiredly.
"You and me both. All I need is one good shot," Bosco threatened.
"Well, if one of the SWAT teams shoots the bastard first, don't feel too let down, boys," Sully spoke up. He didn't bat an eye, didn't look away from the store. "It's their job to shoot. You just get paid to hold your gun and look good while they get paid to do all the work."
"Miss, I'm going to have to ask you back up. This is a very dangerous location, and you shouldn't even be here," a rookie cop gently pushed a nosy photojournalist back. The moment the group of four had set foot upon the scene, they were informed they were to take positions as snipers. Shoot upon sight of a terrorist. The rookies would keep the journalists away from the scene. Bosco quickly looked behind his shoulder to see what the ruckus was about. He had to do a double take. He thought he had seen a flash of curly, brown hair. His heart floated back to his chest when he realized Raeanne was the new co-anchor of Channel 32. She was safe, drinking her beloved tea and flirting with the cameras. Driving every man in the city crazy with her good looks and great personality.
Hopefully she was thinking about him.
"Bos, are you gonna keep your eyes on the shop or are you going to keep gawking at the cameras?" Faith sent Bosco crashing back down. Bosco turned back toward the building silently. He stared absently into one of the giant windows. "What's wrong with you?"
"I thought I saw Raeanne," Bosco mumbled, hardly loud enough for himself to hear. Bosco shook his head, trying to shake the haunting image of... hair. That's all he had seen. It could've been any other spiral- haired brunette. They were everywhere.
"Was it her?" Faith jerked her head around, scanning the crowd intensively. "Wait, I thought you said she was gonna be co-anchor for 32."
"She -" Bosco was suddenly interrupted by a air-piercing scream.
"Get down!" Bosco saw a female officer lunge toward the crowd of camera crews. Repetitious gunshots echoed on the glass, making him duck and turn around. He heard more bullets, this time coming from all angles. He saw two dark figures retreat from the window as another one seemed to slide to the floor. Keeping pressed near the ground he crawled toward Sully and Davis, who were frantically trying to see who was shot at. As he pushed Davis aside his breath caught in his throat. This time the beautiful brown tresses were spotted with blood.
He didn't know what annoyed him more. The fact that he had been sitting in the exact position for the past 4 hours, or the dumbass journalists that were constantly trying to sneak around the store to get a good shot. Didn't they realize that one crew, including the reporter, had been obliterated from a second story window just because they were there? Bosco could imagine what would happen if they had somehow found a spot where they were only 10 feet from the store.
"How you holding up, Davis?" Bosco called over, turning to his left. The cruiser parked next to his belonged to Sullivan and Davis. They had sloppily pulled in, making an over-lapping barricade between the officers and the shop. Which had suited Faith just fine. Ty looked back at Bosco, an unsubtle agitated expression on his long face.
"I wish one of these assholes would just pop up for one second," he smiled tiredly.
"You and me both. All I need is one good shot," Bosco threatened.
"Well, if one of the SWAT teams shoots the bastard first, don't feel too let down, boys," Sully spoke up. He didn't bat an eye, didn't look away from the store. "It's their job to shoot. You just get paid to hold your gun and look good while they get paid to do all the work."
"Miss, I'm going to have to ask you back up. This is a very dangerous location, and you shouldn't even be here," a rookie cop gently pushed a nosy photojournalist back. The moment the group of four had set foot upon the scene, they were informed they were to take positions as snipers. Shoot upon sight of a terrorist. The rookies would keep the journalists away from the scene. Bosco quickly looked behind his shoulder to see what the ruckus was about. He had to do a double take. He thought he had seen a flash of curly, brown hair. His heart floated back to his chest when he realized Raeanne was the new co-anchor of Channel 32. She was safe, drinking her beloved tea and flirting with the cameras. Driving every man in the city crazy with her good looks and great personality.
Hopefully she was thinking about him.
"Bos, are you gonna keep your eyes on the shop or are you going to keep gawking at the cameras?" Faith sent Bosco crashing back down. Bosco turned back toward the building silently. He stared absently into one of the giant windows. "What's wrong with you?"
"I thought I saw Raeanne," Bosco mumbled, hardly loud enough for himself to hear. Bosco shook his head, trying to shake the haunting image of... hair. That's all he had seen. It could've been any other spiral- haired brunette. They were everywhere.
"Was it her?" Faith jerked her head around, scanning the crowd intensively. "Wait, I thought you said she was gonna be co-anchor for 32."
"She -" Bosco was suddenly interrupted by a air-piercing scream.
"Get down!" Bosco saw a female officer lunge toward the crowd of camera crews. Repetitious gunshots echoed on the glass, making him duck and turn around. He heard more bullets, this time coming from all angles. He saw two dark figures retreat from the window as another one seemed to slide to the floor. Keeping pressed near the ground he crawled toward Sully and Davis, who were frantically trying to see who was shot at. As he pushed Davis aside his breath caught in his throat. This time the beautiful brown tresses were spotted with blood.