[B][I]Chapter 41: Revenge.[/I][/B]
[I]Division 6, three hours later.[/I]
Ada sat staring at the steel table, mesmerized by the reflection of the lights. Only five minutes earlier she had given her people the debrief of her entire day, all the while asking her own questions. "Where the hell was my backup!!" She remembered saying. The only answers she received were in circles, answering in one way but opening new questions in another. "Why don't we have Makarov!" She also said. "Makarov was taken to the Chicago Police Dept. after the hospital checked him out and gave him a clean bill of health. Our people couldn't bring him in on time. We're still working on it." The answer was.
The door swung open, and walked in was Agent Sterling. Sitting at the other end of the table, she simply stared at Ada, and finally after a long silence spoke. "Jack's in a coma." Ada finally looked up, staring blankly into Julia's eyes. "What's his condition.?" She finally asked. "Stable.at the moment. The prognosis is not good Ada. The bullet skidded across the right side of his throat, he lost a lot of blood. It's going to take time for him to heal." Julia continued, clasping her hands together and resting them on the steel, cold table. The room was also completely steel, minus a one-way window and the lights. "What about Brynn." Ada finally choked out, her arms crossed across her chest, she held herself to fight away the dampness of the room. "She's safe with Jack's mother.speaking of his mother, she's been calling here for the past three hours trying to get in touch with you. We've told her that you signed out before her first call, but if you come in we'll let you know of what's happened.you should probably get over to the hospital." Julia confided, tapping her hands on the table to relieve the tension in the room. "Am I through here?" Ada whispered, staring to the right of the room at the mirror, which was actually the one way window. "I have a few more questions, but." "No.I mean.I was compromised Agent Sterling.my cover was blown." Ada cut in. "We don't believe so. The Biotech agents on the street were apprehended by our intercept team a short while after your exfiltration, and Makarov is in police custody. We don't think they I.D'd you, Dylan, or Nancy. The girl that was shot was done so accidentally obviously, meaning Biotech's information must not be as accurate as we predicted. So to answer your question, no, you're not done working here." Julia informed. Ada stood up as Julia said those words. "Where's Makarov." Ada questioned, simply standing with her hands on the table. "Chicago Police Department, 12th precinct.Ada its Jack's precinct you'll be known there!" Julia informed as Ada began walking out the door. "I'll get Intel to place a transfer order to another precinct, if we can't get him to come to us we'll go to him." Ada replied, hurrying down the corridor as Julia followed. "Ada you can't, we're already working up a way to have Makarov in our custody, it'll take time though." Julia responded, finally catching up to her as Ada entered the lift. "Level 4." Ada said, stepping in Julia's way as her boss attempted to follow into the elevator. "I'll do this alone." Ada insisted. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that Ada, its protocol...take Dylan.." Julia said at the last minute, winking to Ada. "Thank you." Ada finished, leaning away from the elevator doors to allow them to shut.
[I]19:54, Paragon Drive.[/I]
Ada sped down the street, swerving in between lanes and past motorists. Currently she was just a few miles away from the earlier incident, and currently Dylan was too afraid to say anything. "So where's my explanation?" Ada finally asked, swerving past a caravan and racing through a red light. "What's that?" Dylan replied, staring out the passenger side window at the almost empty streets. Night had fallen, and now drug dealers, prostitutes, and only those brave enough to trek these dangerous streets were out. "Where the hell were you Dylan, I needed you at that park.and at that apartment building." Ada replied. "You didn't need me Ada, you could handle the situation, and you did. Jack's accident wasn't your fault, Makarov.." Jack stopped, turning to his partner, "I.was after the sniper, followed him right into traffic, but I lost him in the sewers. By the time I got to a payphone you were already at the apartment building." "I'm sorry.I didn't mean it like you weren't there for me.it's been a really long day." Ada apologized, shaking her head over and over. "It's been a really long day, for you the most. You couldn't have done anything more Ada, you saved Nancy's life and stopped Makarov from escaping." Dylan applauded. "[I]Freelancer, this is Base Ops. Over.[/I] The car radio went off. Ada pressed the blinking green button and replied. "This is Freelancer, over." "[I]Suspect now proceeding via transfer to the 17th Precinct, Diago Street. Over.[/I]" A man reported. "Copy that Base Ops.Over." Ada paused as she tried to ask a question thriving in her mind, yet decided against letting H.Q know her plan. "What's wrong Ada." Dylan asked, seeing she was considering something.
"Twelfth precinct is located on Rivera Drive, right?" Ada finally blurt out. ".Right..." Dylan answered. "The fastest way from Rivera Drive and Diago Street is the back roads, down by Ocean Avenue." Ada continued, thinking of a plan as she went along. "Yeah, so?" Dylan also continued in her line of questioning. "So.I'm taking a detour." Ada said, spinning the wheel all the way to the right without hitting the break. Dylan held onto the door as she slammed on the curb, speeding down the opposite street of the 17th precinct. "Ada what the hell? The 17th is down there, your going the wrong way!" Dylan yelled, holding onto the dashboard as Ada sped down the vacant street. A few drops of water turned into a downpour as clouds concealed the stars and moon. "I'm not going the wrong way." Ada insisted, speeding down the street and making incredibly sharp turns. "What are you planning to do.damnit Ada tell me!" Dylan stopped, staring into her almost blank expression. Ada was an excellent driver, yet right now Dylan felt very on edge as she barreled down small streets. "We'll never be able to ask the questions we want in the precinct, and even if we can get the transfer papers for Makarov we won't be able to safely interrogate him unless we're inside Division 6, which we can't do since he's probably wearing a GPS tracker. Either way we're screwed Dylan." Ada said in an eerily calm voice. Turning onto the causeway, Ada sent a car swerving onto the sidewalk. "So what are you going to do Ada, run the police truck off the road and kidnap Makarov!?" Dylan said in a sarcastic tone, turning his attention away from the road when Ada didn't deny that idea. "Oh come on Ada, do you have any idea how reckless that plan sounds!?" Dylan now screamed after seeing the police van several hundred yards away, stopped at a red light. "Don't give me that shit Dylan, we've done more reckless things before. The space center in Sri Lanka three years ago? You shot up the place so I could escape, easily an international incident. Thank god for cover-ups." Ada slowed down as she approached closer towards the van. "I didn't hear you complaining when we were speeding out of there." Dylan rationalized. "Ok, what about New York last year? We dressed as S.W.A.T officers to gain access to an Umbrella agent in their custody. This is just taking it a step further." Ada insisted, swerving slowly past the truck and parking in front of it. As she turned off the transmission, Dylan finally looked back at her. "Let's do this." He said while the van honked its horn wildly. Ada reached to the backseat and threw Dylan one of two ski masks. Placing them on, she grabbed into the darkness once more and picked up two tranquilizer guns. As they placed the ski masks on and loaded the tranq. guns, she looked back at her partner. "No casualties." "No casualties." He repeated her words. Ada opened the car door while Dylan did the same, shooting one of the approaching officers with a tranquilizer. Ada raced for the driver side door of the van and shot the high powered tranquilizer through the glass, hitting the officer in the throat as he attempted to radio for help. Ada pulled the lever under the driver's seat, which released the lock in the back of the van. Dylan was already there when the officer inside swung open the door, greeted by a tranquilizer to the chest, which sent him falling to the wet city street. Ada met up with her partner before Dylan entered the van. "Wait here." She simply put, jumping inside. Makarov sat handcuffed to a sturdy metal bar, smiling. He believed this was his rescue. "What took you so long?" He said in his Russian accent. Ada lifted the ski mask off her head, he was not greeted by a smile, but instead an almost murderous revenge in her eyes. "I was caught up at work." She replied, shooting him in the chest with a tranquilizer dart. Makarov stared at her expression until finally falling unconscious. "Ada we'd better move, the van's already five minutes behind schedule according to this." Dylan informed while reading the transfer list on the bench. "Grab the keys for the cuffs from that officer and let's get him out of here. We can use the warehouse down by the pier for.interrogations." Ada replied coldly.
[I]Division 6, three hours later.[/I]
Ada sat staring at the steel table, mesmerized by the reflection of the lights. Only five minutes earlier she had given her people the debrief of her entire day, all the while asking her own questions. "Where the hell was my backup!!" She remembered saying. The only answers she received were in circles, answering in one way but opening new questions in another. "Why don't we have Makarov!" She also said. "Makarov was taken to the Chicago Police Dept. after the hospital checked him out and gave him a clean bill of health. Our people couldn't bring him in on time. We're still working on it." The answer was.
The door swung open, and walked in was Agent Sterling. Sitting at the other end of the table, she simply stared at Ada, and finally after a long silence spoke. "Jack's in a coma." Ada finally looked up, staring blankly into Julia's eyes. "What's his condition.?" She finally asked. "Stable.at the moment. The prognosis is not good Ada. The bullet skidded across the right side of his throat, he lost a lot of blood. It's going to take time for him to heal." Julia continued, clasping her hands together and resting them on the steel, cold table. The room was also completely steel, minus a one-way window and the lights. "What about Brynn." Ada finally choked out, her arms crossed across her chest, she held herself to fight away the dampness of the room. "She's safe with Jack's mother.speaking of his mother, she's been calling here for the past three hours trying to get in touch with you. We've told her that you signed out before her first call, but if you come in we'll let you know of what's happened.you should probably get over to the hospital." Julia confided, tapping her hands on the table to relieve the tension in the room. "Am I through here?" Ada whispered, staring to the right of the room at the mirror, which was actually the one way window. "I have a few more questions, but." "No.I mean.I was compromised Agent Sterling.my cover was blown." Ada cut in. "We don't believe so. The Biotech agents on the street were apprehended by our intercept team a short while after your exfiltration, and Makarov is in police custody. We don't think they I.D'd you, Dylan, or Nancy. The girl that was shot was done so accidentally obviously, meaning Biotech's information must not be as accurate as we predicted. So to answer your question, no, you're not done working here." Julia informed. Ada stood up as Julia said those words. "Where's Makarov." Ada questioned, simply standing with her hands on the table. "Chicago Police Department, 12th precinct.Ada its Jack's precinct you'll be known there!" Julia informed as Ada began walking out the door. "I'll get Intel to place a transfer order to another precinct, if we can't get him to come to us we'll go to him." Ada replied, hurrying down the corridor as Julia followed. "Ada you can't, we're already working up a way to have Makarov in our custody, it'll take time though." Julia responded, finally catching up to her as Ada entered the lift. "Level 4." Ada said, stepping in Julia's way as her boss attempted to follow into the elevator. "I'll do this alone." Ada insisted. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that Ada, its protocol...take Dylan.." Julia said at the last minute, winking to Ada. "Thank you." Ada finished, leaning away from the elevator doors to allow them to shut.
[I]19:54, Paragon Drive.[/I]
Ada sped down the street, swerving in between lanes and past motorists. Currently she was just a few miles away from the earlier incident, and currently Dylan was too afraid to say anything. "So where's my explanation?" Ada finally asked, swerving past a caravan and racing through a red light. "What's that?" Dylan replied, staring out the passenger side window at the almost empty streets. Night had fallen, and now drug dealers, prostitutes, and only those brave enough to trek these dangerous streets were out. "Where the hell were you Dylan, I needed you at that park.and at that apartment building." Ada replied. "You didn't need me Ada, you could handle the situation, and you did. Jack's accident wasn't your fault, Makarov.." Jack stopped, turning to his partner, "I.was after the sniper, followed him right into traffic, but I lost him in the sewers. By the time I got to a payphone you were already at the apartment building." "I'm sorry.I didn't mean it like you weren't there for me.it's been a really long day." Ada apologized, shaking her head over and over. "It's been a really long day, for you the most. You couldn't have done anything more Ada, you saved Nancy's life and stopped Makarov from escaping." Dylan applauded. "[I]Freelancer, this is Base Ops. Over.[/I] The car radio went off. Ada pressed the blinking green button and replied. "This is Freelancer, over." "[I]Suspect now proceeding via transfer to the 17th Precinct, Diago Street. Over.[/I]" A man reported. "Copy that Base Ops.Over." Ada paused as she tried to ask a question thriving in her mind, yet decided against letting H.Q know her plan. "What's wrong Ada." Dylan asked, seeing she was considering something.
"Twelfth precinct is located on Rivera Drive, right?" Ada finally blurt out. ".Right..." Dylan answered. "The fastest way from Rivera Drive and Diago Street is the back roads, down by Ocean Avenue." Ada continued, thinking of a plan as she went along. "Yeah, so?" Dylan also continued in her line of questioning. "So.I'm taking a detour." Ada said, spinning the wheel all the way to the right without hitting the break. Dylan held onto the door as she slammed on the curb, speeding down the opposite street of the 17th precinct. "Ada what the hell? The 17th is down there, your going the wrong way!" Dylan yelled, holding onto the dashboard as Ada sped down the vacant street. A few drops of water turned into a downpour as clouds concealed the stars and moon. "I'm not going the wrong way." Ada insisted, speeding down the street and making incredibly sharp turns. "What are you planning to do.damnit Ada tell me!" Dylan stopped, staring into her almost blank expression. Ada was an excellent driver, yet right now Dylan felt very on edge as she barreled down small streets. "We'll never be able to ask the questions we want in the precinct, and even if we can get the transfer papers for Makarov we won't be able to safely interrogate him unless we're inside Division 6, which we can't do since he's probably wearing a GPS tracker. Either way we're screwed Dylan." Ada said in an eerily calm voice. Turning onto the causeway, Ada sent a car swerving onto the sidewalk. "So what are you going to do Ada, run the police truck off the road and kidnap Makarov!?" Dylan said in a sarcastic tone, turning his attention away from the road when Ada didn't deny that idea. "Oh come on Ada, do you have any idea how reckless that plan sounds!?" Dylan now screamed after seeing the police van several hundred yards away, stopped at a red light. "Don't give me that shit Dylan, we've done more reckless things before. The space center in Sri Lanka three years ago? You shot up the place so I could escape, easily an international incident. Thank god for cover-ups." Ada slowed down as she approached closer towards the van. "I didn't hear you complaining when we were speeding out of there." Dylan rationalized. "Ok, what about New York last year? We dressed as S.W.A.T officers to gain access to an Umbrella agent in their custody. This is just taking it a step further." Ada insisted, swerving slowly past the truck and parking in front of it. As she turned off the transmission, Dylan finally looked back at her. "Let's do this." He said while the van honked its horn wildly. Ada reached to the backseat and threw Dylan one of two ski masks. Placing them on, she grabbed into the darkness once more and picked up two tranquilizer guns. As they placed the ski masks on and loaded the tranq. guns, she looked back at her partner. "No casualties." "No casualties." He repeated her words. Ada opened the car door while Dylan did the same, shooting one of the approaching officers with a tranquilizer. Ada raced for the driver side door of the van and shot the high powered tranquilizer through the glass, hitting the officer in the throat as he attempted to radio for help. Ada pulled the lever under the driver's seat, which released the lock in the back of the van. Dylan was already there when the officer inside swung open the door, greeted by a tranquilizer to the chest, which sent him falling to the wet city street. Ada met up with her partner before Dylan entered the van. "Wait here." She simply put, jumping inside. Makarov sat handcuffed to a sturdy metal bar, smiling. He believed this was his rescue. "What took you so long?" He said in his Russian accent. Ada lifted the ski mask off her head, he was not greeted by a smile, but instead an almost murderous revenge in her eyes. "I was caught up at work." She replied, shooting him in the chest with a tranquilizer dart. Makarov stared at her expression until finally falling unconscious. "Ada we'd better move, the van's already five minutes behind schedule according to this." Dylan informed while reading the transfer list on the bench. "Grab the keys for the cuffs from that officer and let's get him out of here. We can use the warehouse down by the pier for.interrogations." Ada replied coldly.