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Terror in the Night Part 12
Countdown - 75 minutes left
Harry was speeding and he knew it, he also didn't care. The next place on the list was almost twenty minutes away and by that time they would only have 45 minutes left. As soon as the car in front of him turned down a side road he pressed harder on the gas, the lights flashing as he sped down the street.
Cassy groaned softly, trying to find her voice to tell whoever kept saying her name that she was fine. The voice sounded worried and she couldn't quite become lucid enough to place it. Tom's heart gave a little leap at the barely audible groan. He had been calling her name for almost ten minutes. DeSavage still hadn't returned, and Tom wondered what he was up to. "Cassy," he called again, "Cass, wake up." He was rewarded with cloudy blue eyes that struggled to focus on him. "Tom?" she mumbled, "You 'k?" "Yeah, fine. Are you okay?" Another groan came first, followed by a weak response, "I will be." "Cassy, you know what this is about don't you," it wasn't a question, and as much as he wanted her to know he didn't blame her, he couldn't keep all the hurt out of his voice at not being trusted to know what was going on. "Tom," Cassy started, not sure how much she wanted to tell him, "this place might be bugged, waiting for an opportunity just like this to get what they want. I promise I'll explain it to you later." "If we live," showing his usually hidden pessimistic side. "I promise," she repeated. "So, how do we get out of here?"
58 minutes
Even speeding Harry didn't save close to as much time as he had wanted to. He glanced at his watch for the third time in as many seconds as he closed the car door behind him. He silently directed his men to surround the building again and as soon as everyone was in position and closing in on the door, shots rang out from the direction of the building. "We found them, we got the right place," was the last words Harry said before the bullet found its mark.
"Dammit! I didn't expect them to find us so damn quick," DeSavage swore for the tenth time since he had hung up the phone. According to his sources, the cops had linked him to the crimes and were hitting all his old hangouts. Supposedly this was the next one on the list.
'Dammit! Well, I guess I'll just have to speed things up a little. I don't think I would have gotten much out of them anyway,' he thought with a scowl. He had about five minutes til they got here. Time to start getting ready. He walked to the room where the rest of the men were waiting. "Change of plans," he announced. He was rewarded with five puzzled stares. "Cops found us, they're en route now, so we're just going to go ahead with our plan a little early. I want you out of here now, Jack and Tony, I need you with me." He kept talking as activity stirred around him. "Jack I need you at the upstairs window, we'll need a shooter, Tony, let's get that thing hooked up," he said pointing at the object sitting in the corner, "It's time to see if you can do things as well as you say."
50 minutes
Tom and Cassy jerked their heads to the door as it banged against the wall. One of the men was pushing a cart with a giant black box perched on its upper rack. "Well, it seems my clever little detectives are awake. Too bad we don't have time to play anymore." Tom and Cassy exchanged looks, not quite sure what was going on, but suspicious just the same. The cart was pushed into one of the corners, where the man crouched in front of it, and proceeded to push a complicated series of buttons, and attach a multitude of wires. "What a convenient time to finally wake up," DeSavage continued practically sneering, "It seems your captain is more intelligent than I thought, he's here to save you." Another look passed between the two bound detectives when DeSavage started to laugh. "Little does he know." Tom and Cassy hadn't heard the first few gunshots, and could only faintly hear the gunshots that now resounded through the air. "Guess that's my cue to get out of here," DeSavage said when the shots finally reached his ears, "I'm sure my two partners-in-business will take very good care of you. I can't say as it was nice to know you, so I'll just simply say farewell." He smiled once more on his way out the door, the cocky grin disappearing the second he was alone. Things had not gone the way he had planned, and dammit, he wasn't willing to die without taking his brother with him. Jack could only hold off the cops for so long, and after that who knows what they were going to do. This was one thing they hadn't counted on, he knew he shouldn't have left those idiots of his in charge of the planning of this. They weren't smart enough to count on the cops finding them, and now he was surrounded and without a plan that didn't involve him also dying.
Harry's face turned a pasty white color when the bullet pierced the flesh of his arm. One of the nearest officers ran to his side. "Captain!? Captain, are you all right?" Harry looked down at his shirt, which was becoming saturated with his blood, "What do you think?" "I'm sorry," the man looked embarrassed as he rose to his feet and started shouting orders. "MrCrery, get me a towel to wrap around his arm; Stevens, get an ambulance here ASAP; anyone see where that bullet came from?" No one had seen the shooter, but were now definitely more cautious than they had been a second before. The towel was tied above the wound, which was superficial, but bleeding profusely and hurting like hell.
Jack watched with a sadistic grin as the officer went down clutching his arm. He watched the bustle of activity that followed with pleasure. Finally, he was in control again. He could do whatever he wanted up here, and they couldn't get close enough to stop him. He could just pick them off as they approached the door. The back of the building had been redone so that nothing could penetrate it, not even a cockroach. They way he saw it, things were in his hand. He could take lives, and spare them as he saw fit. He had the power now. No one was going to take it away.
The police had a standoff, all the back up they could get and the nearest FBI swat team was on its way, along with the ambulance they had a feeling would be needed before the day was through. The sniper, who they concluded to be somewhere near the top of the building wasn't letting any of them get even close to the entrance. Time was quickly dwindling and they could only imagine what the killers had planned when the time ran out.
DeSavage was becoming more and more panicked. He was stuck, there was only one other way out, through a secret room in the basement he and his men had used to meet in when this had been one of the frequent stops on his road of crime. He wondered if the passage was still sturdy, it had been awhile, there were some renovations being done in this part of town, and the things hadn't been built for long time use in the first place. But he didn't have any other choice, he needed to get out of here before the cops finally got in. Jack and Tony would just be chalked up to necessary sacrifices. It was the only way.
Tony finally pulled himself up off the floor, satisfied with his work. He should go relieve Jack of his duties, after all he was a better shot than the other man, besides he didn't trust DeSavage's promise that he had a way for them to get out of this, so if things went south, he didn't want to be without a weapon. If he could get the guns away from Jack, then at least he'd have a way to defend himself later. He wasn't stupid, he knew there was a very slim chance of him even making it out of this mess alive, and if he had to die, he was going to take someone else with him when he went. The two cops who had caused all this trouble were watching him closely, trying to figure out what exactly he was doing. He gave them a cold smile as the box in the corner started counting down the seconds to two o'clock.
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Terror in the Night Part 12
Countdown - 75 minutes left
Harry was speeding and he knew it, he also didn't care. The next place on the list was almost twenty minutes away and by that time they would only have 45 minutes left. As soon as the car in front of him turned down a side road he pressed harder on the gas, the lights flashing as he sped down the street.
Cassy groaned softly, trying to find her voice to tell whoever kept saying her name that she was fine. The voice sounded worried and she couldn't quite become lucid enough to place it. Tom's heart gave a little leap at the barely audible groan. He had been calling her name for almost ten minutes. DeSavage still hadn't returned, and Tom wondered what he was up to. "Cassy," he called again, "Cass, wake up." He was rewarded with cloudy blue eyes that struggled to focus on him. "Tom?" she mumbled, "You 'k?" "Yeah, fine. Are you okay?" Another groan came first, followed by a weak response, "I will be." "Cassy, you know what this is about don't you," it wasn't a question, and as much as he wanted her to know he didn't blame her, he couldn't keep all the hurt out of his voice at not being trusted to know what was going on. "Tom," Cassy started, not sure how much she wanted to tell him, "this place might be bugged, waiting for an opportunity just like this to get what they want. I promise I'll explain it to you later." "If we live," showing his usually hidden pessimistic side. "I promise," she repeated. "So, how do we get out of here?"
58 minutes
Even speeding Harry didn't save close to as much time as he had wanted to. He glanced at his watch for the third time in as many seconds as he closed the car door behind him. He silently directed his men to surround the building again and as soon as everyone was in position and closing in on the door, shots rang out from the direction of the building. "We found them, we got the right place," was the last words Harry said before the bullet found its mark.
"Dammit! I didn't expect them to find us so damn quick," DeSavage swore for the tenth time since he had hung up the phone. According to his sources, the cops had linked him to the crimes and were hitting all his old hangouts. Supposedly this was the next one on the list.
'Dammit! Well, I guess I'll just have to speed things up a little. I don't think I would have gotten much out of them anyway,' he thought with a scowl. He had about five minutes til they got here. Time to start getting ready. He walked to the room where the rest of the men were waiting. "Change of plans," he announced. He was rewarded with five puzzled stares. "Cops found us, they're en route now, so we're just going to go ahead with our plan a little early. I want you out of here now, Jack and Tony, I need you with me." He kept talking as activity stirred around him. "Jack I need you at the upstairs window, we'll need a shooter, Tony, let's get that thing hooked up," he said pointing at the object sitting in the corner, "It's time to see if you can do things as well as you say."
50 minutes
Tom and Cassy jerked their heads to the door as it banged against the wall. One of the men was pushing a cart with a giant black box perched on its upper rack. "Well, it seems my clever little detectives are awake. Too bad we don't have time to play anymore." Tom and Cassy exchanged looks, not quite sure what was going on, but suspicious just the same. The cart was pushed into one of the corners, where the man crouched in front of it, and proceeded to push a complicated series of buttons, and attach a multitude of wires. "What a convenient time to finally wake up," DeSavage continued practically sneering, "It seems your captain is more intelligent than I thought, he's here to save you." Another look passed between the two bound detectives when DeSavage started to laugh. "Little does he know." Tom and Cassy hadn't heard the first few gunshots, and could only faintly hear the gunshots that now resounded through the air. "Guess that's my cue to get out of here," DeSavage said when the shots finally reached his ears, "I'm sure my two partners-in-business will take very good care of you. I can't say as it was nice to know you, so I'll just simply say farewell." He smiled once more on his way out the door, the cocky grin disappearing the second he was alone. Things had not gone the way he had planned, and dammit, he wasn't willing to die without taking his brother with him. Jack could only hold off the cops for so long, and after that who knows what they were going to do. This was one thing they hadn't counted on, he knew he shouldn't have left those idiots of his in charge of the planning of this. They weren't smart enough to count on the cops finding them, and now he was surrounded and without a plan that didn't involve him also dying.
Harry's face turned a pasty white color when the bullet pierced the flesh of his arm. One of the nearest officers ran to his side. "Captain!? Captain, are you all right?" Harry looked down at his shirt, which was becoming saturated with his blood, "What do you think?" "I'm sorry," the man looked embarrassed as he rose to his feet and started shouting orders. "MrCrery, get me a towel to wrap around his arm; Stevens, get an ambulance here ASAP; anyone see where that bullet came from?" No one had seen the shooter, but were now definitely more cautious than they had been a second before. The towel was tied above the wound, which was superficial, but bleeding profusely and hurting like hell.
Jack watched with a sadistic grin as the officer went down clutching his arm. He watched the bustle of activity that followed with pleasure. Finally, he was in control again. He could do whatever he wanted up here, and they couldn't get close enough to stop him. He could just pick them off as they approached the door. The back of the building had been redone so that nothing could penetrate it, not even a cockroach. They way he saw it, things were in his hand. He could take lives, and spare them as he saw fit. He had the power now. No one was going to take it away.
The police had a standoff, all the back up they could get and the nearest FBI swat team was on its way, along with the ambulance they had a feeling would be needed before the day was through. The sniper, who they concluded to be somewhere near the top of the building wasn't letting any of them get even close to the entrance. Time was quickly dwindling and they could only imagine what the killers had planned when the time ran out.
DeSavage was becoming more and more panicked. He was stuck, there was only one other way out, through a secret room in the basement he and his men had used to meet in when this had been one of the frequent stops on his road of crime. He wondered if the passage was still sturdy, it had been awhile, there were some renovations being done in this part of town, and the things hadn't been built for long time use in the first place. But he didn't have any other choice, he needed to get out of here before the cops finally got in. Jack and Tony would just be chalked up to necessary sacrifices. It was the only way.
Tony finally pulled himself up off the floor, satisfied with his work. He should go relieve Jack of his duties, after all he was a better shot than the other man, besides he didn't trust DeSavage's promise that he had a way for them to get out of this, so if things went south, he didn't want to be without a weapon. If he could get the guns away from Jack, then at least he'd have a way to defend himself later. He wasn't stupid, he knew there was a very slim chance of him even making it out of this mess alive, and if he had to die, he was going to take someone else with him when he went. The two cops who had caused all this trouble were watching him closely, trying to figure out what exactly he was doing. He gave them a cold smile as the box in the corner started counting down the seconds to two o'clock.