Disclaimer: See part 1
AN: Almost done! =) I'd love to hear what you think of it so far.
Terror in the Night Part 13
35 minutes -and counting
The ambulance attendants were trying unsuccessfully to get Harry to sit still so they could stitch up his arm. He was too busy being concerned with the well being of his friends to preoccupy his thoughts with a little flesh wound. At least that's how he saw it. Finally satisfied that they had bandaged him up as much as they were going to at the moment, the exasperated men let him get back to yelling at everyone. Still no one had been able to approach or breach the building. They had no idea how many people were in the building, but officers were patrolling the areas surrounding the building as far away as three blocks. They weren't going to let any of them get away, they were killers who had gunned down innocent tourists, and now they had taken two of their own. There wasn't a single cop on the scene that was going to let them go.
DeSavage finally broke free of the dark tunnel, blinking at the sudden light that was shining through the window of the shed. This was where the passageway came to an end. He wondered who owned the shed and the property now, it couldn't still belong to the same people as it had years ago. He hoped that whoever did claim it as their own had decided not to call in sick today and was currently not at home. He cautiously stepped outside and peeked around the corner of the small shed, jerking back as the police cruiser turned down the street. He waited until it was no longer in sight before slowly inching his way out towards the street preparing to make a run for it. He leaned forward slightly, getting ready to sprint when the sound of a gun being cocked stopped his movement so abruptly he almost fell. He straightened up discretely pulling his gun from the waist of his pants. He paused a second as the owner of the gun yelled to him, "Police! Freeze!" He spun around suddenly firing as soon as his gun was in the right direction. The bullet barely missed the tall man, who had wisely braced himself behind the open door of his car, but his bullet didn't miss. DeSavage fell to the pavement, and watched through a haze of pain as his hands were handcuffed behind his back and a rag was pressed against his shoulder. He could only vaguely hear the rest of the words as the officer read him his rights and loaded him in the back of the car. His only consolation was that even though he was caught at least he'd have the satisfaction of knowing the detectives that had driven him right into the arms of his enemy were going to die anyway. It didn't matter to him who pulled the trigger, in a sense anyway, as long as they didn't make it either. The man driving the car narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the bleeding man's smile.
Tony made his way up to the room where Jack had positioned himself. He didn't know about the bomb DeSavage had hired Tony to put together, and was so caught up in playing god that he didn't even hear the door open or the footsteps walk across the floor and stop next to him. Tony put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. Jack's head jerked up and he shot to his feet the ready gun now pointed at Tony. Tony held up his hands in mock surrender and backed away, growing increasingly nervous at the not quite sane look in Jack's eyes. His eyes widened in shock as the shot rang out and he realized that the bullet had hit him. The last thing he heard as he sank to the ground watching his life seep away with his blood was Jack's laughter.
Jack had taken greater pleasure than before in killing Tony. This time it was up close and personal. This time his victim got to see him in all his power, know his glory before they died. Those on the ground couldn't see that. In seeing Tony he remembered their prisoners. He remembered the girl, and he remembered his rage when the other one had spit in his face. He remembered his promise of revenge, and once again began to smile.
Harry and the rest of the cops were trying to talk to whoever was listening through a bullhorn. So far they had gotten no response. It was as if the shooter couldn't even hear them. He glanced at his watch 20 minutes left before it was 2:00. He looked around and wished for a miracle. "Captain!" Harry moved quickly towards the urgent voice. "What? What is it?" he asked as one of the patrollers stepped out of his car. "Captain, I found one of them. He was about a block away. I don't know how he got there and I didn't see any more of them." Harry looked in the back of the car and the familiar face of Emilio DeSavage stared out at him. Before anyone could react, Harry had the man out of the car and pinned against the trunk. "You better tell your man up there to stand down and let us come in, or you're going to be the next one to die," he bit out, trying to control the total hatred he felt toward the man. DeSavage just smiled, confident that the police captain wouldn't do anything serious in front of everyone, and waiting to make his break. Behind that smile he was feeling a little less confident. That bomb was big and made to explode and take out the whole building and the parking lot around it, which happened to be the police's current place of being. If he didn't figure out some way to get himself farther away from the building than he was, he had a chance of being caught in the blast. That thought did not appeal to him at all.
Tom and Cassy looked on in horror as the timer continued to count down. 19 minutes left. They hadn't heard or seen another soul since Tony had left them here. It was really really quiet. They fought with renewed energy against their ropes. They didn't have time for words as they concentrated all their efforts into getting free.
Jack looked down on the many people scattered across the parking lot. He aimed the gun out the window and fired. And kept firing, hitting as many people as he could with the bullets left in that gun. As soon as everyone was on the verge of hysteria he stopped. 'Let them take care of that,' he thought, 'while I take care of some unfinished business.'
18 minutes
Tom and Cassy's nerves jerked even tighter if that was at all possible when the door started to swing open. Let's just say that neither of them were at all even close to relieved to see Jack standing in the opening. When he grinned at them both and shut the doors behind him their sense of dread grew. "Hello again," he said softly, "How have you all been? Sorry I didn't come to see you before, but there were people telling me to do other things." He laughed, "Me! They tried telling Me what to do. That's okay now, because I showed them all. Now I'm in charge." He walked over to where Cassy was seated and ran a finger over the curve of her cheek. "Now you and I are going to take care of that unfinished business." Cassy took in a deep breath and pulled herself together as best she could. She would not let him control her, she was going to take this opportunity for everything she could. Jack reached behind her to untie her hands from the chair but kept them tied together behind her back. He pinned her arms to her side before she had a chance to try anything, kissing her neck even as she tried to wiggle free. Neither of them noticed Tom stand up as much as the chair would allow him to. He threw himself back down against the chair as hard as he could, breaking one of the legs off. Cassy was watching him now, glad for something else to think about, and wondering what he was doing. Jack was too far gone from reality to even notice, which Tom took to his full advantage. He threw himself and the chair down again, and again until he was rewarded with a loud splintering sound and the chair broke apart enough for him to stand up fully. He rubbed the fraying roped against one of the broken pieces of chair until his hands were free. By this time Jack had Cassy against the wall, once again placing his hands wherever he had the desire to. The only good thing was he was taking his time, unaware that he didn't have any to spare. Tom moved up behind him and brought one of the chair's legs down hard on his head. He slumped down to the floor, unconscious. Cassy was taking deep breaths trying to get her emotions under control, there was time to deal with them later. Tom wrapped her in a tight hug, letting her go way before he wanted to. They both glanced at the timer. Everything that had happened had only taken ten minutes. They had eight minutes left to get out of the building. They hit the doors running and followed the hall until they hit a flight of stairs. They went down and down until they couldn't go down anymore and gasping for air took a look around the hall they were in. They had no idea where to go now. Tom turned to go right, but Cassy put a hand on his arm, stopping him. "This way," she said indicating the left. "Cassy, this is no time to be bossy. I say right." "No, I think I remember coming in here. It's left, I promise." "You better be right," he mumbled as they both took off running down the hall. There was a flash of light, sunlight! Just up ahead. Freedom.
Panicked people on the ground were still trying to assess the injuries. DeSavage now lay still beneath a white sheet. Harry thought it was kind of fitting that he had been killed by a stray bullet from one of his own guns. Three people had been wounded in the most recent storm of bullets, but luckily there were no casualties, unless you counted DeSavage, that is. "Freeze! Stay where you are and put your hands up!" Harry ran over to the front line of cars to see what was going on. Two figures sprinted out the door, halting to a stop at the order. Harry laughed out loud. "Lower your weapons; Don't shoot!" he shouted through the bullhorn before he ran into the clear area of the parking lot to wrap his arms around the two detectives in a very un-Harry-like action. As soon as he realized what he was doing he jerked away, embarrassed, but even then he couldn't seem to wipe the grin off his face at finding out they were still alive. Pretty banged up, he conceded looking them both over quickly, but they were still alive. The only thing wrong was they didn't look very relieved themselves.
AN: Almost done! =) I'd love to hear what you think of it so far.
Terror in the Night Part 13
35 minutes -and counting
The ambulance attendants were trying unsuccessfully to get Harry to sit still so they could stitch up his arm. He was too busy being concerned with the well being of his friends to preoccupy his thoughts with a little flesh wound. At least that's how he saw it. Finally satisfied that they had bandaged him up as much as they were going to at the moment, the exasperated men let him get back to yelling at everyone. Still no one had been able to approach or breach the building. They had no idea how many people were in the building, but officers were patrolling the areas surrounding the building as far away as three blocks. They weren't going to let any of them get away, they were killers who had gunned down innocent tourists, and now they had taken two of their own. There wasn't a single cop on the scene that was going to let them go.
DeSavage finally broke free of the dark tunnel, blinking at the sudden light that was shining through the window of the shed. This was where the passageway came to an end. He wondered who owned the shed and the property now, it couldn't still belong to the same people as it had years ago. He hoped that whoever did claim it as their own had decided not to call in sick today and was currently not at home. He cautiously stepped outside and peeked around the corner of the small shed, jerking back as the police cruiser turned down the street. He waited until it was no longer in sight before slowly inching his way out towards the street preparing to make a run for it. He leaned forward slightly, getting ready to sprint when the sound of a gun being cocked stopped his movement so abruptly he almost fell. He straightened up discretely pulling his gun from the waist of his pants. He paused a second as the owner of the gun yelled to him, "Police! Freeze!" He spun around suddenly firing as soon as his gun was in the right direction. The bullet barely missed the tall man, who had wisely braced himself behind the open door of his car, but his bullet didn't miss. DeSavage fell to the pavement, and watched through a haze of pain as his hands were handcuffed behind his back and a rag was pressed against his shoulder. He could only vaguely hear the rest of the words as the officer read him his rights and loaded him in the back of the car. His only consolation was that even though he was caught at least he'd have the satisfaction of knowing the detectives that had driven him right into the arms of his enemy were going to die anyway. It didn't matter to him who pulled the trigger, in a sense anyway, as long as they didn't make it either. The man driving the car narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the bleeding man's smile.
Tony made his way up to the room where Jack had positioned himself. He didn't know about the bomb DeSavage had hired Tony to put together, and was so caught up in playing god that he didn't even hear the door open or the footsteps walk across the floor and stop next to him. Tony put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. Jack's head jerked up and he shot to his feet the ready gun now pointed at Tony. Tony held up his hands in mock surrender and backed away, growing increasingly nervous at the not quite sane look in Jack's eyes. His eyes widened in shock as the shot rang out and he realized that the bullet had hit him. The last thing he heard as he sank to the ground watching his life seep away with his blood was Jack's laughter.
Jack had taken greater pleasure than before in killing Tony. This time it was up close and personal. This time his victim got to see him in all his power, know his glory before they died. Those on the ground couldn't see that. In seeing Tony he remembered their prisoners. He remembered the girl, and he remembered his rage when the other one had spit in his face. He remembered his promise of revenge, and once again began to smile.
Harry and the rest of the cops were trying to talk to whoever was listening through a bullhorn. So far they had gotten no response. It was as if the shooter couldn't even hear them. He glanced at his watch 20 minutes left before it was 2:00. He looked around and wished for a miracle. "Captain!" Harry moved quickly towards the urgent voice. "What? What is it?" he asked as one of the patrollers stepped out of his car. "Captain, I found one of them. He was about a block away. I don't know how he got there and I didn't see any more of them." Harry looked in the back of the car and the familiar face of Emilio DeSavage stared out at him. Before anyone could react, Harry had the man out of the car and pinned against the trunk. "You better tell your man up there to stand down and let us come in, or you're going to be the next one to die," he bit out, trying to control the total hatred he felt toward the man. DeSavage just smiled, confident that the police captain wouldn't do anything serious in front of everyone, and waiting to make his break. Behind that smile he was feeling a little less confident. That bomb was big and made to explode and take out the whole building and the parking lot around it, which happened to be the police's current place of being. If he didn't figure out some way to get himself farther away from the building than he was, he had a chance of being caught in the blast. That thought did not appeal to him at all.
Tom and Cassy looked on in horror as the timer continued to count down. 19 minutes left. They hadn't heard or seen another soul since Tony had left them here. It was really really quiet. They fought with renewed energy against their ropes. They didn't have time for words as they concentrated all their efforts into getting free.
Jack looked down on the many people scattered across the parking lot. He aimed the gun out the window and fired. And kept firing, hitting as many people as he could with the bullets left in that gun. As soon as everyone was on the verge of hysteria he stopped. 'Let them take care of that,' he thought, 'while I take care of some unfinished business.'
18 minutes
Tom and Cassy's nerves jerked even tighter if that was at all possible when the door started to swing open. Let's just say that neither of them were at all even close to relieved to see Jack standing in the opening. When he grinned at them both and shut the doors behind him their sense of dread grew. "Hello again," he said softly, "How have you all been? Sorry I didn't come to see you before, but there were people telling me to do other things." He laughed, "Me! They tried telling Me what to do. That's okay now, because I showed them all. Now I'm in charge." He walked over to where Cassy was seated and ran a finger over the curve of her cheek. "Now you and I are going to take care of that unfinished business." Cassy took in a deep breath and pulled herself together as best she could. She would not let him control her, she was going to take this opportunity for everything she could. Jack reached behind her to untie her hands from the chair but kept them tied together behind her back. He pinned her arms to her side before she had a chance to try anything, kissing her neck even as she tried to wiggle free. Neither of them noticed Tom stand up as much as the chair would allow him to. He threw himself back down against the chair as hard as he could, breaking one of the legs off. Cassy was watching him now, glad for something else to think about, and wondering what he was doing. Jack was too far gone from reality to even notice, which Tom took to his full advantage. He threw himself and the chair down again, and again until he was rewarded with a loud splintering sound and the chair broke apart enough for him to stand up fully. He rubbed the fraying roped against one of the broken pieces of chair until his hands were free. By this time Jack had Cassy against the wall, once again placing his hands wherever he had the desire to. The only good thing was he was taking his time, unaware that he didn't have any to spare. Tom moved up behind him and brought one of the chair's legs down hard on his head. He slumped down to the floor, unconscious. Cassy was taking deep breaths trying to get her emotions under control, there was time to deal with them later. Tom wrapped her in a tight hug, letting her go way before he wanted to. They both glanced at the timer. Everything that had happened had only taken ten minutes. They had eight minutes left to get out of the building. They hit the doors running and followed the hall until they hit a flight of stairs. They went down and down until they couldn't go down anymore and gasping for air took a look around the hall they were in. They had no idea where to go now. Tom turned to go right, but Cassy put a hand on his arm, stopping him. "This way," she said indicating the left. "Cassy, this is no time to be bossy. I say right." "No, I think I remember coming in here. It's left, I promise." "You better be right," he mumbled as they both took off running down the hall. There was a flash of light, sunlight! Just up ahead. Freedom.
Panicked people on the ground were still trying to assess the injuries. DeSavage now lay still beneath a white sheet. Harry thought it was kind of fitting that he had been killed by a stray bullet from one of his own guns. Three people had been wounded in the most recent storm of bullets, but luckily there were no casualties, unless you counted DeSavage, that is. "Freeze! Stay where you are and put your hands up!" Harry ran over to the front line of cars to see what was going on. Two figures sprinted out the door, halting to a stop at the order. Harry laughed out loud. "Lower your weapons; Don't shoot!" he shouted through the bullhorn before he ran into the clear area of the parking lot to wrap his arms around the two detectives in a very un-Harry-like action. As soon as he realized what he was doing he jerked away, embarrassed, but even then he couldn't seem to wipe the grin off his face at finding out they were still alive. Pretty banged up, he conceded looking them both over quickly, but they were still alive. The only thing wrong was they didn't look very relieved themselves.