Disclaimer: I still have no legal claims over the characters of the show.
AN: Sorry this part is so short. They get longer.
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Terror in the Night Part 5
The dark haired man, still steaming at Tom, slammed open the door to the office at the front of the abandoned apartment building. The other four men were already there waiting.
"Where the hell have you been, Jack?" a slender man in a charcoal suit demanded.
"Sorry Dan, I had to take care of something first," he replied apologetically.
"I told you before, Jack," the man said warningly, "keep away from them. I don't go for that kind of stuff and you know it. I didn't want to bring that girl anyway. I may be a killer, but I still have some
sense of honor when it comes to women."
"Yeah, boss, I know." The man silently took his seat and the meeting began.
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"Captain!"
Harry was startled out of his thoughts as a young female officer rushed into the office, phones ringing in the background.
"What? What is it?"
"We've just had a phone call. We tried to get you, but they hung up too fast."
"They, who're 'they'?" Harry was becoming impatient.
"A man, but he referred to himself as 'we'. He said they have Sergeants Ryan and St. John. We have until tomorrow at two to deliver 5 million dollars to a post office box, or they die. That's all he said, and then
he just hung up. We didn't get enough time to even order a trace."
"Well, someone better start figuring something out! No one is going to authorize five million dollars to a bunch of killers." 'Thank Gods, at least they're still alive,' Harry thought even as he yelled.
"How are things going with the sketch and identifying the shooters?"
"We have the sketch just about done, and we haven't had any luck with the IDs."
"Then may I suggest we start working harder? We have a deadline know, in 14 hours, unless we find them, they're dead."
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Cassy had been sitting silently counting the minutes when Tom again began to stir. Once again Cassy was at his side in a flash.
"Tom?" she asked softly. "Tom, can you hear me?"
His head lifted weakly for a second before it dropped to the side. "Cassy?"
"Yeah, I'm still here. Don't move too much, just take it easy."
"Anything happen?" Tom asked in a voice that was barely there.
"No, nothing yet. Its just about midnight. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, geez, it seems that's the only thing we can say to each other, huh?" He meant it to be a joke, but suddenly it didn't seem very funny.
AN: Sorry this part is so short. They get longer.
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Terror in the Night Part 5
The dark haired man, still steaming at Tom, slammed open the door to the office at the front of the abandoned apartment building. The other four men were already there waiting.
"Where the hell have you been, Jack?" a slender man in a charcoal suit demanded.
"Sorry Dan, I had to take care of something first," he replied apologetically.
"I told you before, Jack," the man said warningly, "keep away from them. I don't go for that kind of stuff and you know it. I didn't want to bring that girl anyway. I may be a killer, but I still have some
sense of honor when it comes to women."
"Yeah, boss, I know." The man silently took his seat and the meeting began.
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"Captain!"
Harry was startled out of his thoughts as a young female officer rushed into the office, phones ringing in the background.
"What? What is it?"
"We've just had a phone call. We tried to get you, but they hung up too fast."
"They, who're 'they'?" Harry was becoming impatient.
"A man, but he referred to himself as 'we'. He said they have Sergeants Ryan and St. John. We have until tomorrow at two to deliver 5 million dollars to a post office box, or they die. That's all he said, and then
he just hung up. We didn't get enough time to even order a trace."
"Well, someone better start figuring something out! No one is going to authorize five million dollars to a bunch of killers." 'Thank Gods, at least they're still alive,' Harry thought even as he yelled.
"How are things going with the sketch and identifying the shooters?"
"We have the sketch just about done, and we haven't had any luck with the IDs."
"Then may I suggest we start working harder? We have a deadline know, in 14 hours, unless we find them, they're dead."
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Cassy had been sitting silently counting the minutes when Tom again began to stir. Once again Cassy was at his side in a flash.
"Tom?" she asked softly. "Tom, can you hear me?"
His head lifted weakly for a second before it dropped to the side. "Cassy?"
"Yeah, I'm still here. Don't move too much, just take it easy."
"Anything happen?" Tom asked in a voice that was barely there.
"No, nothing yet. Its just about midnight. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, geez, it seems that's the only thing we can say to each other, huh?" He meant it to be a joke, but suddenly it didn't seem very funny.