As Rene walked with Gatille, she listened intensely to the story Cody just found out about Gatille. She couldn't help but to look a little shocked, and thanks to goodness her company was too busy with his own thoughts to notice.
Two of his men would soon follow up to deliver the blood that the cops left at the shop. The blood that would prolong Donovan's life, for now.
Rene looked at Gatille. This was the man Frank had saved in his mission? This was the man who killed Neil? She was overwhelmed, with the irony and admiration for Frank.
According to Cody, the entire case was saved on file. He was very excited, because it maybe a link he could trace to open up Frank's secret file. There was also a videotape that showed how intense was the situation. The team was fascinated by what they did.
"Hey, why can't we have a case like that?" Said Alex.
"It's kind of sensitive." Jakes answered seriously.
"I know, Jake."
They watched as Frank alone stood between the two fronts, yelling like he always did, "Release him or you will regret it!"
"There's some variation to his motto." Cody grinned.
The Frank on tape looked magnificent as the action began. He emptied his bullet, burying them into bodies that fell inevitably.
Two bullets passed by his ear one after another.
"The guy didn't even blink!" Cody exclaimed.
And then they saw the grand moment. Frank turned suddenly and sharply a right angle toward the right and fired at the one holding Robert Gatille captive. The captive had his eyes shut tight. Two seconds after he was free, he started running to the back like hell, obviously scared and traumatized.
All of the eyes gathered on him, all except Monica's.
"Hey, look at that big guy moving toward the left!" She pointed.
"Where?" Alex didn't see. The guy had moved off the screen.
"That guy! With blood all over him. Rewind it, Cody."
"All right." Cody said, not thinking it was that important. His eyes enlarged however, upon seeing him. "There is one other that escaped!"
"But Frank shot him already." Jakes remarked. "I saw him fell earlier."
"Well, he obviously isn't dead." Said Alex. "Cody, check on who he is."
"Gee, Alex, can't you see I am already doing it?" Cody checked. "Name, Big Mike. One of the obscure members of the gang. He was not much of a figure member, but did lots of dark stuff for the team. Sort of like the CIA in our system."
Jake tapped him. "Monica, tell Rene about him. He may be critical."
Monica nodded.
Neither Rene nor Gatille was prepared for their big surprise.
Blood flowed EVERYWHERE. Upstairs, downstairs, on the stairs. Rene's heart sank as she prayed that none flowed out of Frank - although a part did belong to him, the part that had already hardened.
But there was fresh, warm, blood everywhere. There were bodies too, about twenty of them. Neil had not lied when he said he had seven men. He simply didn't count Gatille's.
Frank sprang into Gatille's mind as soon as he saw the bloodshed. But as the body count increased, he couldn't help but know that there was someone else. Frank? Even a superman could not kill this many with a hole in his lung and a persistent high fever.
How was Merrill? Where was Gen?
He flew upstairs, wild-eyed, and scarcely remembered Rene. After all, she couldn't be a threat.
Frank was as he left him. Gen was nowhere to be seen. Merrill was dead; her eyes remained open and looked hollow.
Gatille gave a low cry and tested her breath, pulse… nothing.
He stood as a maniac, looking around with clenched teeth. His eyes fell on Donovan.
Suddenly he put a foot on Frank and weighed down, crushing his lung and his chest. Frank turned his head in pain, stirring in his unconscious state. He coughed and blood tried to flow out of his lung, but the foot, it was so heavy… He struggled, his wrist pulling on the handcuff, fingers grasping at the chain. The bed shook. Frank was losing the fight, a rare thing for him. Yet suddenly he felt the weight off him.
Rene was in time. "What do you think are you doing to him?" She yelled, yanking Gatille's leg away. Gatille almost fell flat onto the ground. His head hit a wooden rack and bled.
"Who are you?" His eyes narrowed.
Rene quickly recovered, putting on a slut front. "Who the hell am I? Oh don't you want to know? But who the hell are you, beating up your friend like that?"
"My friend?" Gatille repeated quietly. If he had yelled, Rene would have become calm.
"Yeah! What else can he be? I mean, hey, you've got a modest place here and he has his little share, so what else is he? Your enemy or something?"
Gatille laughed. A Frantic, frightening laugh.
"What you laughing for?"
Gatille dashed out to the computer room.
Rene checked on Frank, who was still coughing weakly but violently. Without Gatille's weight on him, his blood simply flowed, profusely and freely.
Rene shuddered at the sight. She struggled to find his pulse, which was very faint. She examined his bloody wrists till cuffed. Well, that wound was nothing compared with the other one he's got.
As she panicked, she heard him. His eyes were slightly open, and he said something. Rene put her ears next to his lips, "Come on, Frank, what are you saying?"
"Big… Mike…" The words were vague. But having remembered the name from Monica, Rene recognized it. Big Mike?
"Frank, I know who that is. The thing is, the team cannot be here. No one can, all because of the computer system that could detect everything…"
She saw him trying to nod. "So you understand, Frank? Tell me what to do!"
Frank whispered something. She put her ears close to him again.
"Shut … down… the power."
Of course! Why didn't they think of it? If the power went down, then everything would be down, including the security system. Then the team could come to rescue him.
Rene stood up and turned, only to hear a welcome, "Where do you think you're going?"
Two of his men would soon follow up to deliver the blood that the cops left at the shop. The blood that would prolong Donovan's life, for now.
Rene looked at Gatille. This was the man Frank had saved in his mission? This was the man who killed Neil? She was overwhelmed, with the irony and admiration for Frank.
According to Cody, the entire case was saved on file. He was very excited, because it maybe a link he could trace to open up Frank's secret file. There was also a videotape that showed how intense was the situation. The team was fascinated by what they did.
"Hey, why can't we have a case like that?" Said Alex.
"It's kind of sensitive." Jakes answered seriously.
"I know, Jake."
They watched as Frank alone stood between the two fronts, yelling like he always did, "Release him or you will regret it!"
"There's some variation to his motto." Cody grinned.
The Frank on tape looked magnificent as the action began. He emptied his bullet, burying them into bodies that fell inevitably.
Two bullets passed by his ear one after another.
"The guy didn't even blink!" Cody exclaimed.
And then they saw the grand moment. Frank turned suddenly and sharply a right angle toward the right and fired at the one holding Robert Gatille captive. The captive had his eyes shut tight. Two seconds after he was free, he started running to the back like hell, obviously scared and traumatized.
All of the eyes gathered on him, all except Monica's.
"Hey, look at that big guy moving toward the left!" She pointed.
"Where?" Alex didn't see. The guy had moved off the screen.
"That guy! With blood all over him. Rewind it, Cody."
"All right." Cody said, not thinking it was that important. His eyes enlarged however, upon seeing him. "There is one other that escaped!"
"But Frank shot him already." Jakes remarked. "I saw him fell earlier."
"Well, he obviously isn't dead." Said Alex. "Cody, check on who he is."
"Gee, Alex, can't you see I am already doing it?" Cody checked. "Name, Big Mike. One of the obscure members of the gang. He was not much of a figure member, but did lots of dark stuff for the team. Sort of like the CIA in our system."
Jake tapped him. "Monica, tell Rene about him. He may be critical."
Monica nodded.
Neither Rene nor Gatille was prepared for their big surprise.
Blood flowed EVERYWHERE. Upstairs, downstairs, on the stairs. Rene's heart sank as she prayed that none flowed out of Frank - although a part did belong to him, the part that had already hardened.
But there was fresh, warm, blood everywhere. There were bodies too, about twenty of them. Neil had not lied when he said he had seven men. He simply didn't count Gatille's.
Frank sprang into Gatille's mind as soon as he saw the bloodshed. But as the body count increased, he couldn't help but know that there was someone else. Frank? Even a superman could not kill this many with a hole in his lung and a persistent high fever.
How was Merrill? Where was Gen?
He flew upstairs, wild-eyed, and scarcely remembered Rene. After all, she couldn't be a threat.
Frank was as he left him. Gen was nowhere to be seen. Merrill was dead; her eyes remained open and looked hollow.
Gatille gave a low cry and tested her breath, pulse… nothing.
He stood as a maniac, looking around with clenched teeth. His eyes fell on Donovan.
Suddenly he put a foot on Frank and weighed down, crushing his lung and his chest. Frank turned his head in pain, stirring in his unconscious state. He coughed and blood tried to flow out of his lung, but the foot, it was so heavy… He struggled, his wrist pulling on the handcuff, fingers grasping at the chain. The bed shook. Frank was losing the fight, a rare thing for him. Yet suddenly he felt the weight off him.
Rene was in time. "What do you think are you doing to him?" She yelled, yanking Gatille's leg away. Gatille almost fell flat onto the ground. His head hit a wooden rack and bled.
"Who are you?" His eyes narrowed.
Rene quickly recovered, putting on a slut front. "Who the hell am I? Oh don't you want to know? But who the hell are you, beating up your friend like that?"
"My friend?" Gatille repeated quietly. If he had yelled, Rene would have become calm.
"Yeah! What else can he be? I mean, hey, you've got a modest place here and he has his little share, so what else is he? Your enemy or something?"
Gatille laughed. A Frantic, frightening laugh.
"What you laughing for?"
Gatille dashed out to the computer room.
Rene checked on Frank, who was still coughing weakly but violently. Without Gatille's weight on him, his blood simply flowed, profusely and freely.
Rene shuddered at the sight. She struggled to find his pulse, which was very faint. She examined his bloody wrists till cuffed. Well, that wound was nothing compared with the other one he's got.
As she panicked, she heard him. His eyes were slightly open, and he said something. Rene put her ears next to his lips, "Come on, Frank, what are you saying?"
"Big… Mike…" The words were vague. But having remembered the name from Monica, Rene recognized it. Big Mike?
"Frank, I know who that is. The thing is, the team cannot be here. No one can, all because of the computer system that could detect everything…"
She saw him trying to nod. "So you understand, Frank? Tell me what to do!"
Frank whispered something. She put her ears close to him again.
"Shut … down… the power."
Of course! Why didn't they think of it? If the power went down, then everything would be down, including the security system. Then the team could come to rescue him.
Rene stood up and turned, only to hear a welcome, "Where do you think you're going?"