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Chapter 4
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"I'm going to call the house, Bos, I'll get Lieu to send Sully and Davis out here, this our usual sector, stay on his tail." she said firmly, the cop in her taking control. She reached under the her seat and pulled out her gun and her cell phone.
Bosco followed the old red Lincoln with the crack on the rear windshield, following twenty feet behind him to not make it look suspicious.. There was no doubt in his mind that this was the suspect, he was a big guy, Hispanic, young, and the car was a exact match. "This bastard's a idiot, how could he be so stupid to as to drive around during the day, in the same car he got away in." he growled.
"This is Officer Yokas, I need to talk to Lieutenant Swersky, right now." Faith commanded into the cell phone.
{"I'll transfer you to his line." said the front desk officer.}
{"Lieutenant Swersky speaking"}
"Swersky, this is Faith, I'm with Officer Boscorelli, we are following a old red Lincoln, cracked rear windshield, with Hispanic male driving, there is a passenger, appears to be a young women, White, dark hair. We're on Greenpoint, coming up at N. Henry Ave intersection heading east." Faith paused giving Swersky time to speak.
{"Any tag on the vehicle?" he waited}
"No" she said annoyed, if there had been a tag on the vehicle, she would of mentioned it.
{"You and Boscorelli are off duty. But stay on his tail, I'll send 55-Charlie in your direction, I'm also sending 55-Edward but they are pretty far off, I want you and Bosco to stay put, that's a order, Yokas try not to let Boscorelli do anything stupid, like get himself killed." He sighed.}
"Yes sir, we will wait for the back up". She said firmly, ignoring his last comment.
The Hispanic man continued driving without any suspicion of the Mustang behind him. He turned off the main road, and towards a large old abandoned motel building. He pulled in and parked.
Bosco and Faith watched carefully, the Hispanic man had to force the young women out of the old Lincoln, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her up the stoop to the back entrance of the old building, he appeared to have a handgun in this free hand. It was obvious the young women was very scared and distressed.
"Bos… Leui, says to wait here, it was a direct order, let the other two cruisers get here." Faith said, knowing what Bosco was thinking.
"And let him kill or rape that women? Like Hell! Grab my vest in the back seat, put it on," he demanded.
"NO, We are waiting here, You are not going in there without a vest Bosco. He is a robber, we have no proof he's a murderer or rapist."
"Put it on Faith!" he said firmly. He was not going to fight with her about this. "We have no proof he isn't a murderer or rapist, we haven't ID'ed him yet! And he tried to kill three cops. That's good enough for me."
"Bos…" she said trying a last minute effort to stop the headstrong handsome officer. She reached the into the back seat and grabbed his vest.
"Wait here then!" Bosco slammed the door, and heading towards the building, gun drawn.
Faith sighed a combination of annoyance and anger, and put on the vest over her t-shirt, then followed behind in toe her gun drawn as well, as he found the back entrance.
Faith quietly relayed the new location to the station. "Bosco…!" she tried to rationalize. She knew it was no use, Bosco was on a mission all she could do it back him up. "Sully and Davis are on there way with another back up squad," she whispered pleading with Bosco, as she followed him slowly and carefully down the hall, and towards the stair case.
"Shhh," He hissed.
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"There is Bosco's car," Sully said, "Shit! They went inside, they're off duty! And they don't have their vests!" he groaned.
"Well, Lets go" Davis said encouragingly, hoping out of the cruiser. They entered the front entrance. 55-Edward was no where in sight.
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"I don't like this Bosco, its too quiet," Faith said quietly, carefully following him up the staircase. "We're not going to find them, this building is huge!"
"Go check down there" he urged, nodding towards the row of motel rooms. "This place smells like shit,"
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"Please baby, Miguel please don't do this," the young women sobbed. "I'm sorry, please, baby."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH! I told you, one more screw up, and there would be consequences." he spat angrily. The gun he brandished, waved angrily in her direction. "Stop crying or you're be sorry."
How could I be so stupid! Why did I let this get so out of control, I should of left him when I first found out his 'profession', she thought sadly, trying to stop from crying. I just wanted to be love. She couldn't contain her fear anymore and gave in to crying again. :::WHAM:::
He swung the small gun and smashed her across the jaw, breaking open her lip. "I told you to stop the fucking fake-crying." He growled. He had come here to kill her, for betraying him, but he had a bad feeling, a real bad feeling.
She fell to the floor with the impact, as her lower lip burst open. Blood gushed out. She laid slumped on the floor of the dirty abandoned motel room, the pain and impact knocking her unconscious..
He kicked her hard in the side; half to see if she was really unconscious and half in frustration. He had never loved her, she was a woman, and in his mind, all women were untrustworthy and disposable to him. He set his gun on the nearby bed, and pulled out the scarf he had in his pocket, and quickly gagged her, ripping her lip more, and shaking his hand in disgust of the blood. Then lifted her on the chair and tied her arms behind her back and her feet to the legs of the chair.
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"Faith check down there," he pointed with his gun towards the east wing of the second floor.
"Shhh…" she paused, head cocked, "…do you hear something?" she whispered quietly.
"I think so… What the hell is that? Its coming from upstairs." They hurried, towards the staircase again.
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"Well, This floor is clear," Davis whispered to Sully as they crossed paths in the first floor.
"Take the east wing staircase, I'll will take the west wing staircase," Sully told him. "Be careful Davis," he commanded, gun drawn, held tightly near his check.
"We have to find Bosco and Faith," Sully said under his breathe, climbing the stairs to the second floor.
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Miguel looked around the small, dirty, abandoned motel room, until seeing the object he needed. "Perfect," he hissed, like a deranged man. Picking up the moldy pillow and carrying it toward the unconscious women.
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"Faster Faith," Bosco encouraged, hurrying up the stairs.
"I don't hear anything now?" Faith paused, listening intently, continuing up the stairs.
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"No ones on this floor Sully," Davis said making his way back towards the staircases. "You hear that?"
"I here boots, Bosco's?" Sully questioned.
"No Bosco doesn't wear boots, come on, we got to get up there it sounds like it in the room above this one." Davis pointed up towards the dirty ceiling. "Lets go Sully."
"Be prepared for anything." Sully whispered.
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Bosco and wait slowly made there way down the hallway of the third floor. They no longer spoke with words, but gave each other expressive nods and shakes of there head. Faith took the left rooms, checking each one cautiously. Adrenaline pumping through her veins.
Bosco took the rooms on the right side of the hallway. He with each handle he opened his heart raced faster, he loved the adrenaline, the fear.
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Miguel, lifted the moldy pillow to the side of the young woman's head, he pushed the small handgun into the pillow as hard as he could, his hand grazed the trigger. "I should of done this a long time ago," he growled to himself with hatred for her. He tucked his index finger into the trigger and cocked it with his thumb--------"What the fuck is that?" paused, he could hear the old hallway outside the room creaking slightly under what he assumed was somebody's footsteps. He forgot what he was about to do for a minute, and creep slowly towards the window on the other side of the room. He looked down and saw a police cruiser. "Shit!" he cursed himself silently.
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Davis pushed the door opened going into the hallway of the third floor, opening it and nearly shooting Faith who was standing gun drawn, when heart felt like it was going to burst, then she sighed and relief came over her. Sully was right behind Davis. She gave Sully and Davis the quiet sign with her hand.
"Where's Bosco," Sully whispered.
"He was checking the rooms on the right side of the hallway, but this place is so big" she whispered. She felt nauseated at the whole situation. She was a great cop, but today… it felt personal, when she had her uniform on she was a different person she was 'Officer Yokas', the uniform put everything in perspective, but she was off duty, and not prepared to be in this situation today at least, and Bosco was running around without a vest on. She felt something was not right.
"The guy is on this floor with what appears to be a hostage."
"Okay." he told her confidently.
"Well, lets stop chitchatting and go," Davis groaned impatiently.
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Bosco was unsure exactly where Faith was, his senses in tuned to the doors he was opening one by one, to check each room. He softly steped towards the room with the fate remains of room number 323 engraved on the rotting door. He felt uneasy, without Faith to back him up and looked down the curving hall, he couldn't see her. 'Maybe I should wait' he thought quickly, but then he heard a soft moan.
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The young women was starting to stir. Her torn lip dripping blood down her shirt. She let out a small moan, feeling her sore body tied to the chair. She saw looked around but did not see Miguel. Her mouth was tightly gagged and she couldn't call out, pulled on her tied arms, but nothing happen. Her jaw was either broken or dislocated. She could hear someone outside the room in the hallway, and was afraid Miguel was coming back to kill her. She closed her eyes and pretended to still be unconscious, but she couldn't help from crying.
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The three officers were now making there way down the curving hallway slowly and cautiously, unknowingly towards the end of the building where Bosco stood.
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Bosco hear a soft muffled cry, and looked around again, ever so softly called the word "Faith". Realizing there was no way she could hear him, he had to act. He kicked in the door, then slide behind the wall, he paused not hearing anything "POLICE" he called out. He heard the young women muffled cry again, and glanced in quickly from the hallway. He could see the women, lip torn, jaw bruised and possibility broken, but did not see the Suspect, so he carefully, made his advance into the room. He didn't see the man slowly slip out of the closet, as Bosco checked the bathroom. He didn't have time to react when he turned and faced the man.
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Hearing Bosco kick in the door and yell out 'Police' made all three officers, run towards the curvy wing of the hallway and towards the door Bosco had entered.-------::::::BANG::::: The bloodcurdling sound of a gunshot filled their ears, followed by a heavy thud of someone hitting the ground.
When Faith heard the gunshot, her heart stopped. She felt herself collapsing but somehow she regained control, she kepted running following Sully with Davis behind them.
"We need a couple of Buses here! PRONTO" Sully called over his shoulder into his radio, continuing to run through the hallway.
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They stopped sharp about twenty feet from the door down the hall, the Hispanic man quickly exited out the door, obviously without caution or concern, he now carried two guns when he saw the officers, turn the corner, he fired shots towards them.
For fifteen seconds it seemed like World War III had broken out in the smelly, abandoned hallway of the building. The Hispanic man was dead, but not before he unloaded a round of bullets towards the three officers, all three officers fired on the young, tall Hispanic man, killing him instantly.
Sully had gone down hard and was bleeding badly, he was moaning loudly in pain. Laying on his back. He grimaced and pressed his hand firmly down on his right hip, where he had a large entry wound, to stop the bleeding. He was close to passing out from the pain. He had also been shot in the chest, his vest stopped the bullet, but it had probably broken a few ribs.
Davis had been missed by the bullets, but only slightly, one had come so close past his next he had felt the wind. He quickly radioed for extra buses to hurry, the urgency was unmistakable in his voice.
Faith's arm was torn open, a bullet had gone through with such impact, she was dizzy in pain. She tried to pull herself up, she had to find out if Bosco was alive. "Bosco…" She yelped as she tried go get up, "Help Bosco!" she screamed at Davis.
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Two Buses and 55-Edward, pulled up at the abandoned motel at the same time, sirens screaming. Doc and Carlos sprung out of one, Kim and Alex out of the other.
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Davis quickly entered the small motel room, and for a moment didn't see him, it had been 90 seconds since he heard the first shot, the shot that now caused Bosco to lay there, looking dead. He didn't know what he'd find. He saw the women bound to the chair her eyes wide in panic as he nodded her head towards the other side of the bed, Bosco lay there, unconscious. Davis could see the blood squirting out of the wound on his abdomen, and knelt down to next to him, applying pressure to the wound. He radioed the station again.
Faith was slumped on the floor. She could hear sirens getting louder, she heard them right outside the building, three stories down. She forced herself to stand up, and supported her injured bleeding arm with her free hand, she slowly, painfully made her way to the room, she had to know if Bosco was dead.
"Bosco stay with me Buddy," Davis called to him. He desperately wanted to check on his own partner, Sully, but he could hear the big guy moaning from the hallway, which reassured him Sully was gonna be fine. But he had seen enough artery injuries, in his three years on the force, to know, Bosco would bleed to death unless he held pressure on the wound. Davis felt someone lean oh his shoulder, and turned quickly to find Faith leaning on him for support as she knelt down, she was shaking. "Put your hand here," he grabbed her uninjured hand and pressed it into his wound.
Davis went and untied the young women, her face coved in dried blood. The woman took a few steps and collapsed onto the floor, against the wall, in relief and sobbed.
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The four paramedics and one officer hurried up the stairs. Without talking. Each heavily loaded with backboard or other supplies.
"Here" Doc, stated firmly opening the door to the hallway of the third floor. They hurried around the curvy, smelly, dim, hallway, and then they saw Davis leaning over Sully. Doc broke into a run, towards them.
"What can I do to help?" Davis asked impatiently.
"Oh my god," said Carlos, ignoring Davis's question. "How are we getting him down three flights of stairs," he complained.
"Shut up and hand me the backboard." Doc snapped at him.
"Glad you guys could make it," Sully groaned. "Bosco… was shot… Faith too I think." he urged, as Kim and Alex darted past him.
Davis squeezed Sully's hand, "Hang in their Partner." Then rushed after Kim and Alex.
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They had to step over the dead body of the Hispanic man to get into the room. Kim and Alex saw Faith knelt down next to Bosco, her hand pressed deeply into a large bleeding wound on his abdomen. She was shaking so violently, that if it were for what was going on around them, they would of thought she was seizuring.
Kim pulled Faith gently away, while Alex applied the pressure, "Ty," Kim called. As Davis entered the room, followed by Officer Williams, "Call for two more buses!" she paused,
"Two more ambulances are already on their way," he said sharpy.
"Good, Now get Faith to the bed, sit her down, There are large rubber bands in that case, second row, tie her arm tightly where the shoulder and arm meet, above the wound." She barked, returning to Alex's side.
Davis nodded, and put his arm behind Faith's back guiding her to the bed.
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"He's lost a lot of blood. We have to get him stabilized, so we can move him." Alex said, slipping a IV needle into his wrist.
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Everything was a blur, she allowed herself to be pushed and finally put on the bed. She was dazed, still shaking violently, as Davis tied a bandage on her arm. She could hear Alex telling Kim, 'it doesn't look good, he's lost a lot of blood' but all she say was a blur, rather it be from the tremendous pain she was feeling from her arm or from the pain she was feeling in her heart, as she felt like it was being slowly ripped out of her body.
She slowly started to focus, and come too, her arm, ripped open by the bullet, was no longer bleeding, her shaking slowed a little. She tried to push Davis away from her, he kept trying to tell her that she needs to go with him down stairs there was another abulance coming. She sobbed as he stood in her way as she tried to get over to Bosco. "Bosco… Bosco…" she cried. "don't let him die," she begged sobbing. "Please Kim, don't let him die" she cried Davis gently guided her towards the hallway.
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Officer Williams pulled the young, sobbing women to her feet, she was covered in her own blood and her lips were swollen, but she was not in critical conditon. He pushed her towards the door. Suddenly the young women, seeing Miguel laying there fainted. He checked her pulse and saw she was breathing, so he scooped her up and carried her downstairs. Just as the third and fourth ambulance pulled up. Followed by half a dozen police cars.
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Doc cut Sully's slacks down slightly, to expose the wound. "Give me that stack of 4' by 4's."
Sully moaned, as down pushed down a stack of the cotton pads into his wound on his hip and secured it with medical tape. Sully slipped into unconsciousness.
"Shit! John? You have to stay awake." he said. "His vitals are good, Lets go ahead and get him outta here." Doc told Carlos.
"You're going on a diet tomorrow!" Carlos snared at the unconscious officer.
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Faith nearly collapsed climbing down the stairs, Davis had one arm around her, supporting her obviously broken arm and supporting her in case she went to fall. She sobbed and shook. "I can't lose him," she cried between sobs, "he doesn't know I love him" she sobbed to herself.
Davis was worried about his own Partner and the blood bath that had just occurred. "Shhhh…" he cooed Faith, unable to make out what she was saying between sobs.
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It took Kim and Alex nearly twenty minutes to get Bosco, stable enough to be transported. The got him into the ambulance, Faith, Sully and the young women were already on there way or at Mercy. But they had a trauma team waiting for Bosco.
"Okay drive!" Kim called to Alex, as she check his vitals, again, her hand was numb from pressing the wound. She knew he was on borrowed time. He was breathing faintly, but his pulse was very low. As much as she tried she couldn't stop thinking about Faiths pleads to her, "You have to live" Kim sternly told the unconscious Bosco. Remembering a time where she was in Faith's position.
Suddenly the heart monitor SCREAMED, his pulse was gone.
Alex slammed the ambulance to a stop in the middle of a busy intersection. And climbed into the back.
"His pulse is gone, we have to shock him, Dammit, Bosco! You're not dying in my bus!" Kim growled.
"He's lost to much blood." Alex said, rubbing the paddles furiously together.
"One… Two… Three… ---CLEAR!"
Chapter 4
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"I'm going to call the house, Bos, I'll get Lieu to send Sully and Davis out here, this our usual sector, stay on his tail." she said firmly, the cop in her taking control. She reached under the her seat and pulled out her gun and her cell phone.
Bosco followed the old red Lincoln with the crack on the rear windshield, following twenty feet behind him to not make it look suspicious.. There was no doubt in his mind that this was the suspect, he was a big guy, Hispanic, young, and the car was a exact match. "This bastard's a idiot, how could he be so stupid to as to drive around during the day, in the same car he got away in." he growled.
"This is Officer Yokas, I need to talk to Lieutenant Swersky, right now." Faith commanded into the cell phone.
{"I'll transfer you to his line." said the front desk officer.}
{"Lieutenant Swersky speaking"}
"Swersky, this is Faith, I'm with Officer Boscorelli, we are following a old red Lincoln, cracked rear windshield, with Hispanic male driving, there is a passenger, appears to be a young women, White, dark hair. We're on Greenpoint, coming up at N. Henry Ave intersection heading east." Faith paused giving Swersky time to speak.
{"Any tag on the vehicle?" he waited}
"No" she said annoyed, if there had been a tag on the vehicle, she would of mentioned it.
{"You and Boscorelli are off duty. But stay on his tail, I'll send 55-Charlie in your direction, I'm also sending 55-Edward but they are pretty far off, I want you and Bosco to stay put, that's a order, Yokas try not to let Boscorelli do anything stupid, like get himself killed." He sighed.}
"Yes sir, we will wait for the back up". She said firmly, ignoring his last comment.
The Hispanic man continued driving without any suspicion of the Mustang behind him. He turned off the main road, and towards a large old abandoned motel building. He pulled in and parked.
Bosco and Faith watched carefully, the Hispanic man had to force the young women out of the old Lincoln, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her up the stoop to the back entrance of the old building, he appeared to have a handgun in this free hand. It was obvious the young women was very scared and distressed.
"Bos… Leui, says to wait here, it was a direct order, let the other two cruisers get here." Faith said, knowing what Bosco was thinking.
"And let him kill or rape that women? Like Hell! Grab my vest in the back seat, put it on," he demanded.
"NO, We are waiting here, You are not going in there without a vest Bosco. He is a robber, we have no proof he's a murderer or rapist."
"Put it on Faith!" he said firmly. He was not going to fight with her about this. "We have no proof he isn't a murderer or rapist, we haven't ID'ed him yet! And he tried to kill three cops. That's good enough for me."
"Bos…" she said trying a last minute effort to stop the headstrong handsome officer. She reached the into the back seat and grabbed his vest.
"Wait here then!" Bosco slammed the door, and heading towards the building, gun drawn.
Faith sighed a combination of annoyance and anger, and put on the vest over her t-shirt, then followed behind in toe her gun drawn as well, as he found the back entrance.
Faith quietly relayed the new location to the station. "Bosco…!" she tried to rationalize. She knew it was no use, Bosco was on a mission all she could do it back him up. "Sully and Davis are on there way with another back up squad," she whispered pleading with Bosco, as she followed him slowly and carefully down the hall, and towards the stair case.
"Shhh," He hissed.
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"There is Bosco's car," Sully said, "Shit! They went inside, they're off duty! And they don't have their vests!" he groaned.
"Well, Lets go" Davis said encouragingly, hoping out of the cruiser. They entered the front entrance. 55-Edward was no where in sight.
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"I don't like this Bosco, its too quiet," Faith said quietly, carefully following him up the staircase. "We're not going to find them, this building is huge!"
"Go check down there" he urged, nodding towards the row of motel rooms. "This place smells like shit,"
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"Please baby, Miguel please don't do this," the young women sobbed. "I'm sorry, please, baby."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH! I told you, one more screw up, and there would be consequences." he spat angrily. The gun he brandished, waved angrily in her direction. "Stop crying or you're be sorry."
How could I be so stupid! Why did I let this get so out of control, I should of left him when I first found out his 'profession', she thought sadly, trying to stop from crying. I just wanted to be love. She couldn't contain her fear anymore and gave in to crying again. :::WHAM:::
He swung the small gun and smashed her across the jaw, breaking open her lip. "I told you to stop the fucking fake-crying." He growled. He had come here to kill her, for betraying him, but he had a bad feeling, a real bad feeling.
She fell to the floor with the impact, as her lower lip burst open. Blood gushed out. She laid slumped on the floor of the dirty abandoned motel room, the pain and impact knocking her unconscious..
He kicked her hard in the side; half to see if she was really unconscious and half in frustration. He had never loved her, she was a woman, and in his mind, all women were untrustworthy and disposable to him. He set his gun on the nearby bed, and pulled out the scarf he had in his pocket, and quickly gagged her, ripping her lip more, and shaking his hand in disgust of the blood. Then lifted her on the chair and tied her arms behind her back and her feet to the legs of the chair.
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"Faith check down there," he pointed with his gun towards the east wing of the second floor.
"Shhh…" she paused, head cocked, "…do you hear something?" she whispered quietly.
"I think so… What the hell is that? Its coming from upstairs." They hurried, towards the staircase again.
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"Well, This floor is clear," Davis whispered to Sully as they crossed paths in the first floor.
"Take the east wing staircase, I'll will take the west wing staircase," Sully told him. "Be careful Davis," he commanded, gun drawn, held tightly near his check.
"We have to find Bosco and Faith," Sully said under his breathe, climbing the stairs to the second floor.
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Miguel looked around the small, dirty, abandoned motel room, until seeing the object he needed. "Perfect," he hissed, like a deranged man. Picking up the moldy pillow and carrying it toward the unconscious women.
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"Faster Faith," Bosco encouraged, hurrying up the stairs.
"I don't hear anything now?" Faith paused, listening intently, continuing up the stairs.
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"No ones on this floor Sully," Davis said making his way back towards the staircases. "You hear that?"
"I here boots, Bosco's?" Sully questioned.
"No Bosco doesn't wear boots, come on, we got to get up there it sounds like it in the room above this one." Davis pointed up towards the dirty ceiling. "Lets go Sully."
"Be prepared for anything." Sully whispered.
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Bosco and wait slowly made there way down the hallway of the third floor. They no longer spoke with words, but gave each other expressive nods and shakes of there head. Faith took the left rooms, checking each one cautiously. Adrenaline pumping through her veins.
Bosco took the rooms on the right side of the hallway. He with each handle he opened his heart raced faster, he loved the adrenaline, the fear.
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Miguel, lifted the moldy pillow to the side of the young woman's head, he pushed the small handgun into the pillow as hard as he could, his hand grazed the trigger. "I should of done this a long time ago," he growled to himself with hatred for her. He tucked his index finger into the trigger and cocked it with his thumb--------"What the fuck is that?" paused, he could hear the old hallway outside the room creaking slightly under what he assumed was somebody's footsteps. He forgot what he was about to do for a minute, and creep slowly towards the window on the other side of the room. He looked down and saw a police cruiser. "Shit!" he cursed himself silently.
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Davis pushed the door opened going into the hallway of the third floor, opening it and nearly shooting Faith who was standing gun drawn, when heart felt like it was going to burst, then she sighed and relief came over her. Sully was right behind Davis. She gave Sully and Davis the quiet sign with her hand.
"Where's Bosco," Sully whispered.
"He was checking the rooms on the right side of the hallway, but this place is so big" she whispered. She felt nauseated at the whole situation. She was a great cop, but today… it felt personal, when she had her uniform on she was a different person she was 'Officer Yokas', the uniform put everything in perspective, but she was off duty, and not prepared to be in this situation today at least, and Bosco was running around without a vest on. She felt something was not right.
"The guy is on this floor with what appears to be a hostage."
"Okay." he told her confidently.
"Well, lets stop chitchatting and go," Davis groaned impatiently.
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Bosco was unsure exactly where Faith was, his senses in tuned to the doors he was opening one by one, to check each room. He softly steped towards the room with the fate remains of room number 323 engraved on the rotting door. He felt uneasy, without Faith to back him up and looked down the curving hall, he couldn't see her. 'Maybe I should wait' he thought quickly, but then he heard a soft moan.
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The young women was starting to stir. Her torn lip dripping blood down her shirt. She let out a small moan, feeling her sore body tied to the chair. She saw looked around but did not see Miguel. Her mouth was tightly gagged and she couldn't call out, pulled on her tied arms, but nothing happen. Her jaw was either broken or dislocated. She could hear someone outside the room in the hallway, and was afraid Miguel was coming back to kill her. She closed her eyes and pretended to still be unconscious, but she couldn't help from crying.
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The three officers were now making there way down the curving hallway slowly and cautiously, unknowingly towards the end of the building where Bosco stood.
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Bosco hear a soft muffled cry, and looked around again, ever so softly called the word "Faith". Realizing there was no way she could hear him, he had to act. He kicked in the door, then slide behind the wall, he paused not hearing anything "POLICE" he called out. He heard the young women muffled cry again, and glanced in quickly from the hallway. He could see the women, lip torn, jaw bruised and possibility broken, but did not see the Suspect, so he carefully, made his advance into the room. He didn't see the man slowly slip out of the closet, as Bosco checked the bathroom. He didn't have time to react when he turned and faced the man.
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Hearing Bosco kick in the door and yell out 'Police' made all three officers, run towards the curvy wing of the hallway and towards the door Bosco had entered.-------::::::BANG::::: The bloodcurdling sound of a gunshot filled their ears, followed by a heavy thud of someone hitting the ground.
When Faith heard the gunshot, her heart stopped. She felt herself collapsing but somehow she regained control, she kepted running following Sully with Davis behind them.
"We need a couple of Buses here! PRONTO" Sully called over his shoulder into his radio, continuing to run through the hallway.
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They stopped sharp about twenty feet from the door down the hall, the Hispanic man quickly exited out the door, obviously without caution or concern, he now carried two guns when he saw the officers, turn the corner, he fired shots towards them.
For fifteen seconds it seemed like World War III had broken out in the smelly, abandoned hallway of the building. The Hispanic man was dead, but not before he unloaded a round of bullets towards the three officers, all three officers fired on the young, tall Hispanic man, killing him instantly.
Sully had gone down hard and was bleeding badly, he was moaning loudly in pain. Laying on his back. He grimaced and pressed his hand firmly down on his right hip, where he had a large entry wound, to stop the bleeding. He was close to passing out from the pain. He had also been shot in the chest, his vest stopped the bullet, but it had probably broken a few ribs.
Davis had been missed by the bullets, but only slightly, one had come so close past his next he had felt the wind. He quickly radioed for extra buses to hurry, the urgency was unmistakable in his voice.
Faith's arm was torn open, a bullet had gone through with such impact, she was dizzy in pain. She tried to pull herself up, she had to find out if Bosco was alive. "Bosco…" She yelped as she tried go get up, "Help Bosco!" she screamed at Davis.
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Two Buses and 55-Edward, pulled up at the abandoned motel at the same time, sirens screaming. Doc and Carlos sprung out of one, Kim and Alex out of the other.
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Davis quickly entered the small motel room, and for a moment didn't see him, it had been 90 seconds since he heard the first shot, the shot that now caused Bosco to lay there, looking dead. He didn't know what he'd find. He saw the women bound to the chair her eyes wide in panic as he nodded her head towards the other side of the bed, Bosco lay there, unconscious. Davis could see the blood squirting out of the wound on his abdomen, and knelt down to next to him, applying pressure to the wound. He radioed the station again.
Faith was slumped on the floor. She could hear sirens getting louder, she heard them right outside the building, three stories down. She forced herself to stand up, and supported her injured bleeding arm with her free hand, she slowly, painfully made her way to the room, she had to know if Bosco was dead.
"Bosco stay with me Buddy," Davis called to him. He desperately wanted to check on his own partner, Sully, but he could hear the big guy moaning from the hallway, which reassured him Sully was gonna be fine. But he had seen enough artery injuries, in his three years on the force, to know, Bosco would bleed to death unless he held pressure on the wound. Davis felt someone lean oh his shoulder, and turned quickly to find Faith leaning on him for support as she knelt down, she was shaking. "Put your hand here," he grabbed her uninjured hand and pressed it into his wound.
Davis went and untied the young women, her face coved in dried blood. The woman took a few steps and collapsed onto the floor, against the wall, in relief and sobbed.
*****
The four paramedics and one officer hurried up the stairs. Without talking. Each heavily loaded with backboard or other supplies.
"Here" Doc, stated firmly opening the door to the hallway of the third floor. They hurried around the curvy, smelly, dim, hallway, and then they saw Davis leaning over Sully. Doc broke into a run, towards them.
"What can I do to help?" Davis asked impatiently.
"Oh my god," said Carlos, ignoring Davis's question. "How are we getting him down three flights of stairs," he complained.
"Shut up and hand me the backboard." Doc snapped at him.
"Glad you guys could make it," Sully groaned. "Bosco… was shot… Faith too I think." he urged, as Kim and Alex darted past him.
Davis squeezed Sully's hand, "Hang in their Partner." Then rushed after Kim and Alex.
*****
They had to step over the dead body of the Hispanic man to get into the room. Kim and Alex saw Faith knelt down next to Bosco, her hand pressed deeply into a large bleeding wound on his abdomen. She was shaking so violently, that if it were for what was going on around them, they would of thought she was seizuring.
Kim pulled Faith gently away, while Alex applied the pressure, "Ty," Kim called. As Davis entered the room, followed by Officer Williams, "Call for two more buses!" she paused,
"Two more ambulances are already on their way," he said sharpy.
"Good, Now get Faith to the bed, sit her down, There are large rubber bands in that case, second row, tie her arm tightly where the shoulder and arm meet, above the wound." She barked, returning to Alex's side.
Davis nodded, and put his arm behind Faith's back guiding her to the bed.
*****
"He's lost a lot of blood. We have to get him stabilized, so we can move him." Alex said, slipping a IV needle into his wrist.
*****
Everything was a blur, she allowed herself to be pushed and finally put on the bed. She was dazed, still shaking violently, as Davis tied a bandage on her arm. She could hear Alex telling Kim, 'it doesn't look good, he's lost a lot of blood' but all she say was a blur, rather it be from the tremendous pain she was feeling from her arm or from the pain she was feeling in her heart, as she felt like it was being slowly ripped out of her body.
She slowly started to focus, and come too, her arm, ripped open by the bullet, was no longer bleeding, her shaking slowed a little. She tried to push Davis away from her, he kept trying to tell her that she needs to go with him down stairs there was another abulance coming. She sobbed as he stood in her way as she tried to get over to Bosco. "Bosco… Bosco…" she cried. "don't let him die," she begged sobbing. "Please Kim, don't let him die" she cried Davis gently guided her towards the hallway.
*****
Officer Williams pulled the young, sobbing women to her feet, she was covered in her own blood and her lips were swollen, but she was not in critical conditon. He pushed her towards the door. Suddenly the young women, seeing Miguel laying there fainted. He checked her pulse and saw she was breathing, so he scooped her up and carried her downstairs. Just as the third and fourth ambulance pulled up. Followed by half a dozen police cars.
*****
Doc cut Sully's slacks down slightly, to expose the wound. "Give me that stack of 4' by 4's."
Sully moaned, as down pushed down a stack of the cotton pads into his wound on his hip and secured it with medical tape. Sully slipped into unconsciousness.
"Shit! John? You have to stay awake." he said. "His vitals are good, Lets go ahead and get him outta here." Doc told Carlos.
"You're going on a diet tomorrow!" Carlos snared at the unconscious officer.
*****
Faith nearly collapsed climbing down the stairs, Davis had one arm around her, supporting her obviously broken arm and supporting her in case she went to fall. She sobbed and shook. "I can't lose him," she cried between sobs, "he doesn't know I love him" she sobbed to herself.
Davis was worried about his own Partner and the blood bath that had just occurred. "Shhhh…" he cooed Faith, unable to make out what she was saying between sobs.
*****
It took Kim and Alex nearly twenty minutes to get Bosco, stable enough to be transported. The got him into the ambulance, Faith, Sully and the young women were already on there way or at Mercy. But they had a trauma team waiting for Bosco.
"Okay drive!" Kim called to Alex, as she check his vitals, again, her hand was numb from pressing the wound. She knew he was on borrowed time. He was breathing faintly, but his pulse was very low. As much as she tried she couldn't stop thinking about Faiths pleads to her, "You have to live" Kim sternly told the unconscious Bosco. Remembering a time where she was in Faith's position.
Suddenly the heart monitor SCREAMED, his pulse was gone.
Alex slammed the ambulance to a stop in the middle of a busy intersection. And climbed into the back.
"His pulse is gone, we have to shock him, Dammit, Bosco! You're not dying in my bus!" Kim growled.
"He's lost to much blood." Alex said, rubbing the paddles furiously together.
"One… Two… Three… ---CLEAR!"