Title: Test of Time (10/12)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Author's Note: Yes I know this chapter is short, but it needed to get done. I should have posted it at the same time that I posted Chapter 9 but I didn't :( Anyway, the last two chapters will be longer, I promise :) Hope you guys are still reading and enjoying this story. Thanks for all of your reviews, they've meant a lot and have helped me to continue wanting to write this story. And now, onto Chapter 10 :)
Chapter 10
The sound of the television finally penetrated Bosco's brain, as he lay sprawled out on his couch asleep. He squinted at the VCR and saw that it was 9:00 p.m. He yawned and stretched before rising and making his way towards the bathroom. He washed his face and gathered his car keys, getting ready to go out and continue his search for Krychek. He quickly locked his front door and stepped out into the cool night air. Deep in thought about Mikey and all the things he still had to accomplish, he failed to notice that he wasn't alone. It was only when he got to his car that he was aware of two men grabbing him from behind. Shit! He thought to himself as he struggled against them. He swung his body around and his fist made contact with one of them but before he could do anything further, the second man pulled out his stun gun and effectively used it on him. Bosco collapsed on the ground, hovering between consciousness and unconsciousness. He noticed the two men looking around quickly, making sure that they hadn't been seen, before lifting him and dumping him into the trunk of their car. From his position, he could just make out the full moon shining above him before the trunk was closed and he was plunged into darkness. Several minutes later, he was plunged into his own darkness, as he finally lost consciousness.
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Detective Meyers watched the whole exchange from his stakeout spot. He waited until the car containing Maurice Boscorelli was almost two blocks away before pulling his own unmarked car into the nighttime traffic. He followed behind from a safe distance, never taking his eyes off of the car. He reached blindly for his cell phone and quickly dialed the number that Faith Yokas had given him to get in touch with her should anything happen but cursed when the number wouldn't go through. He took his eyes away from his prey for a brief second and saw that his battery wasn't charged. He silently cursed himself before glancing up once more, making contact with his target. I'll just have to call it in when we get to where ever the hell it is we're going, he thought to himself. He only hoped that by that time it wouldn't be too late.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Author's Note: Yes I know this chapter is short, but it needed to get done. I should have posted it at the same time that I posted Chapter 9 but I didn't :( Anyway, the last two chapters will be longer, I promise :) Hope you guys are still reading and enjoying this story. Thanks for all of your reviews, they've meant a lot and have helped me to continue wanting to write this story. And now, onto Chapter 10 :)
Chapter 10
The sound of the television finally penetrated Bosco's brain, as he lay sprawled out on his couch asleep. He squinted at the VCR and saw that it was 9:00 p.m. He yawned and stretched before rising and making his way towards the bathroom. He washed his face and gathered his car keys, getting ready to go out and continue his search for Krychek. He quickly locked his front door and stepped out into the cool night air. Deep in thought about Mikey and all the things he still had to accomplish, he failed to notice that he wasn't alone. It was only when he got to his car that he was aware of two men grabbing him from behind. Shit! He thought to himself as he struggled against them. He swung his body around and his fist made contact with one of them but before he could do anything further, the second man pulled out his stun gun and effectively used it on him. Bosco collapsed on the ground, hovering between consciousness and unconsciousness. He noticed the two men looking around quickly, making sure that they hadn't been seen, before lifting him and dumping him into the trunk of their car. From his position, he could just make out the full moon shining above him before the trunk was closed and he was plunged into darkness. Several minutes later, he was plunged into his own darkness, as he finally lost consciousness.
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Detective Meyers watched the whole exchange from his stakeout spot. He waited until the car containing Maurice Boscorelli was almost two blocks away before pulling his own unmarked car into the nighttime traffic. He followed behind from a safe distance, never taking his eyes off of the car. He reached blindly for his cell phone and quickly dialed the number that Faith Yokas had given him to get in touch with her should anything happen but cursed when the number wouldn't go through. He took his eyes away from his prey for a brief second and saw that his battery wasn't charged. He silently cursed himself before glancing up once more, making contact with his target. I'll just have to call it in when we get to where ever the hell it is we're going, he thought to himself. He only hoped that by that time it wouldn't be too late.