On the way into the station with Jake, Sara contemplated the thought of
working together with that freak of Kenneth Irons' in figuring out how to
end this fiasco the Witchblade had caused. He was the only other one that
could consciously remember what was happening each time this day ran its
course. She had seriously lost count of how many times she went through
the same events of the day. She was honestly a little surprised that
Nottingham hadn't tried to get in touch with her again to see if she wanted
his help after all.
She tried again, in her mind, to figure out when the fire probably first started in the building. Every time she did get a chance to swing by, the building was already a blazing inferno. On an impulse, she turned to Jake and said, "Hey, do me a favor? Take a detour down Bronx. There's something I wanna check out." Jake looked over to her and fruitlessly probed, "What? All that's down that street are apartment buildings." Sara shot him a warning look and insisted, "Just, do it. Will ya, rookie?"
As they turned down Bronx Street, Sara quickly glanced over at the building that was responsible for her reoccurring problem. She sighed heavily, it appeared that there was nothing catastrophic surrounding the building, yet.
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Thoughts of the current situation unconsciously ran through Ian's head as he took the wolfhounds for their walk. He readily admitted to himself that he and Lady Sara obviously needed to work together to save the infant in the soon-to-be-burning building. Why else would the Witchblade allow them to both know what was truly taking place? But Sara was so stubborn she had not yet contacted him for his assistance. He had even decided that he would prove to himself that they needed each other by making numerous attempts at saving the baby himself. Of course, he failed each time, regardless of how or when he made his attempted rescue.
He found his thoughts briefly wander to when they took care of the Irish that had kidnapped her lover, Conchobar. He had had an opportunity to take care of them sooner, but did not. He pondered now if things would have turned out differently. Would Conchobar be alive now? Would Sara have appreciated Ian's help? Or would she have been displeased that she could not save her Irish lover herself? Would she have still gone through the Periculum when she did? Would he have still had the opportunity to tell her how he truly felt about her?
The last question caused his thoughts to wander to the day that he had turned himself in for the hit on Parsegian and Wolfe. He had succeeded in getting McCarty out of the interrogation room and being alone with Sara. He tried, through various examples, to help Sara to understand her destiny. She couldn't seem to. Or perhaps, he thought, she hadn't chosen to understand yet. Perhaps all he had told her had been too much too soon for her to absorb. So, she had reacted the only way that she knew; treat him as a common criminal.
Ian was slightly disappointed in Sara's choice of McCarty over him at the stadium the day after. Ian had even warned her that her 'partner' had betrayed her. Working for Irons turned out to have its advantages at times. He discovered that Dante had recruited the 'rookie' into the White Bulls. It would only be a matter of time before McCarty truly did betray her to Dante and the White Bulls. Even through Irons' connections, he didn't know 100% what the real reason was behind McCarty transferring from California, but he did not believe the story McCarty was telling. There was something else about the man, Ian was sure of it.
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Lauderhill ran for the pool, away from the pair of officers there to arrest him for the murder of his parents. Just as he neared the back patio, he felt one of the officers tackle him from behind. The force drove them into the pool.
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Sara reached the back patio just as Jake fished Lauderhill out of the pool. She was really growing tired of this scenario yet glad she knew how it would turn out. She didn't have the energy "today" to chase after the perp. The scene in front of her was rather humorous, though. Every time she saw poor Jake soaked to the bone, hauling young Lauderhill out with him, she couldn't help but chuckle.
Just as every time she chuckled, Jake gave her a look and said, "Amused are you?"
"I'm sorry, Jake. I just couldn't help myself." She reasoned, "Try telling me you wouldn't react the same way if the roles were reversed."
"Ok, fine, you've got me there. I'll forgive you this time, Pez."
By then, Jake and Lauderhill were both out of the pool; Lauderhill firmly planted faced down on the patio. Jake reached around to get his handcuffs to place on Lauderhill, but they weren't there. He looked over to the pool and threw his head back with an, "Oh, jeez." His cuffs had fallen out of his back pocket and were now lying on the bottom of the pool.
Still chuckling, Sara asked, "Problem, rookie?" He turned towards her and meekly replied, "Uh, yeah. I sorta need to borrow your cuffs."
Rolling her eyes at him, Sara reached around and dug out her set of cuffs to toss to Jake. With neither one looking directly at Lauderhill, he took a chance and quickly got up to attempt another escape, right towards the electrified fence.
The sound of footsteps alerted the officers of the perp's actions. Jake, still being closest, ran after him. Jake reached Lauderhill just as he made a feeble effort to grab the fence in order to try to climb over it, temporarily forgetting there were over 500 volts of electricity running through it.
Sara stood in horror as she could do nothing but watch the pair twitch in pain as their bodies, still wet from being in the pool, acted as the perfect set of conduits for the electricity in the fence. Coming to her senses, Sara pulled out her cell phone and called for an ambulance.
She tried again, in her mind, to figure out when the fire probably first started in the building. Every time she did get a chance to swing by, the building was already a blazing inferno. On an impulse, she turned to Jake and said, "Hey, do me a favor? Take a detour down Bronx. There's something I wanna check out." Jake looked over to her and fruitlessly probed, "What? All that's down that street are apartment buildings." Sara shot him a warning look and insisted, "Just, do it. Will ya, rookie?"
As they turned down Bronx Street, Sara quickly glanced over at the building that was responsible for her reoccurring problem. She sighed heavily, it appeared that there was nothing catastrophic surrounding the building, yet.
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Thoughts of the current situation unconsciously ran through Ian's head as he took the wolfhounds for their walk. He readily admitted to himself that he and Lady Sara obviously needed to work together to save the infant in the soon-to-be-burning building. Why else would the Witchblade allow them to both know what was truly taking place? But Sara was so stubborn she had not yet contacted him for his assistance. He had even decided that he would prove to himself that they needed each other by making numerous attempts at saving the baby himself. Of course, he failed each time, regardless of how or when he made his attempted rescue.
He found his thoughts briefly wander to when they took care of the Irish that had kidnapped her lover, Conchobar. He had had an opportunity to take care of them sooner, but did not. He pondered now if things would have turned out differently. Would Conchobar be alive now? Would Sara have appreciated Ian's help? Or would she have been displeased that she could not save her Irish lover herself? Would she have still gone through the Periculum when she did? Would he have still had the opportunity to tell her how he truly felt about her?
The last question caused his thoughts to wander to the day that he had turned himself in for the hit on Parsegian and Wolfe. He had succeeded in getting McCarty out of the interrogation room and being alone with Sara. He tried, through various examples, to help Sara to understand her destiny. She couldn't seem to. Or perhaps, he thought, she hadn't chosen to understand yet. Perhaps all he had told her had been too much too soon for her to absorb. So, she had reacted the only way that she knew; treat him as a common criminal.
Ian was slightly disappointed in Sara's choice of McCarty over him at the stadium the day after. Ian had even warned her that her 'partner' had betrayed her. Working for Irons turned out to have its advantages at times. He discovered that Dante had recruited the 'rookie' into the White Bulls. It would only be a matter of time before McCarty truly did betray her to Dante and the White Bulls. Even through Irons' connections, he didn't know 100% what the real reason was behind McCarty transferring from California, but he did not believe the story McCarty was telling. There was something else about the man, Ian was sure of it.
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Lauderhill ran for the pool, away from the pair of officers there to arrest him for the murder of his parents. Just as he neared the back patio, he felt one of the officers tackle him from behind. The force drove them into the pool.
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Sara reached the back patio just as Jake fished Lauderhill out of the pool. She was really growing tired of this scenario yet glad she knew how it would turn out. She didn't have the energy "today" to chase after the perp. The scene in front of her was rather humorous, though. Every time she saw poor Jake soaked to the bone, hauling young Lauderhill out with him, she couldn't help but chuckle.
Just as every time she chuckled, Jake gave her a look and said, "Amused are you?"
"I'm sorry, Jake. I just couldn't help myself." She reasoned, "Try telling me you wouldn't react the same way if the roles were reversed."
"Ok, fine, you've got me there. I'll forgive you this time, Pez."
By then, Jake and Lauderhill were both out of the pool; Lauderhill firmly planted faced down on the patio. Jake reached around to get his handcuffs to place on Lauderhill, but they weren't there. He looked over to the pool and threw his head back with an, "Oh, jeez." His cuffs had fallen out of his back pocket and were now lying on the bottom of the pool.
Still chuckling, Sara asked, "Problem, rookie?" He turned towards her and meekly replied, "Uh, yeah. I sorta need to borrow your cuffs."
Rolling her eyes at him, Sara reached around and dug out her set of cuffs to toss to Jake. With neither one looking directly at Lauderhill, he took a chance and quickly got up to attempt another escape, right towards the electrified fence.
The sound of footsteps alerted the officers of the perp's actions. Jake, still being closest, ran after him. Jake reached Lauderhill just as he made a feeble effort to grab the fence in order to try to climb over it, temporarily forgetting there were over 500 volts of electricity running through it.
Sara stood in horror as she could do nothing but watch the pair twitch in pain as their bodies, still wet from being in the pool, acted as the perfect set of conduits for the electricity in the fence. Coming to her senses, Sara pulled out her cell phone and called for an ambulance.