Revenge
Chapter 29
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Bosco continued to huddle over the boy that had somehow become his charge. He still didn't know exactly why the boy was there or what had happened during the times that he was unconscious. The sound of the gun discharging reverberated around the room. Bosco stayed still, taking stock of whether he was hit again. He didn't feel any 'new' pain anywhere. He picked up his head and looked around the room to see the broken window above him, particles of glass covering his arm where it rested over Lucas' head, a well as Lucas' hair.
He looked down at the boy and saw that he was still cowering with some kind of a silent cry going on.
"It's okay," he whispered. "We're okay. I'm gonna get you out of here."
Suddenly, their attention was grabbed by the voice coming through the bullhorn outside of the house. The boy's friend had obviously gotten away and summoned help, but it seemed awfully quick for help to have arrived so soon.
"The police are here. They know we're here," he said trying to comfort the boy.
Bosco looked around the room to find out where Peterson might be and didn't see him. Peterson must have heard the bullhorn because he was making his way quickly back to Bosco and the boy.
"What's your name?" whispered Bosco to the boy.
"Lucas," he managed to answer. "I don't feel so good," he added. Bosco looked down at the boy and saw that he was getting pale - probably going into shock. He hadn't lost a lot of blood, but he'd lost enough.
"I know. Lucas, you need to stay as quiet as possible. We need to make this guy forget that you're even here, okay?" Bosco told the boy as Peterson entered the room. Lucas was about to answer, but closed his mouth as soon as the man entered the room.
Again the voice came over the bullhorn. "Paul Peterson, this is the Police. We'd like to come in and talk to you please," said the negotiator over the bullhorn.
Peterson came back into the room, an excited look on his face. "So, you're fellow officers came after you. I wonder if you'll live long enough to be rescued?"
"You better give up, Peterson. You've gotta know that you're not gonna get away with this. Especially with the boy," Bosco threatened.
As Peterson walked toward the window to check on the activity, he glanced down at Bosco. "You're hardly in any position to tell me what to do," he said, kicking Bosco in the side and grabbing him by the hair, pulling his head back.
"Ahhh," Bosco fought to get a breath while trying to push Lucas further behind him. The boy was frightened and tried not to make a sound.
"Let me see him," Peterson said, releasing Bosco's hair. Bosco began to cough while struggling to catch a breath, blood coming to the corners of his mouth. Peterson pulled the boy out from behind Bosco a little to look at his injury.
"Look, let the medics come get the boy. He didn't do anything to you. Let the boy go," Bosco urged the man, coughing some more.
"We'll see what stunts your police friends try and then maybe I'll think about it," Peterson sneered.
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Kim and Carlos were situated down the street from the house, with the crew from the fire department standing by as well. If there was a chance that tear gas or concussion grenades needed to be used by ESU, the fire department was called to stand by in the event of something catching fire from the explosions.
Carlos had finished getting the stretcher out of the ambulance and putting the backboard and medical bags on top of it to be ready to move when and if needed.
"Anything yet?" Carlos asked, coming up to Kim and the group of firefighters.
Kim shook her head no. "We're just waiting," she said absently, looking toward the house, worried about Bosco. "I talked to the cops and the kid that was in there. It sounds like Bosco's in a bad way. The kid said there seemed to be a lot of blood and that he was in and out of consciousness. He said the guy kept knocking Bosco around too," she added.
"Who IS this psycho?" Jimmy chimed in.
"Some guy from a long time ago. Apparently, the guy blames Bosco and Faith for killing his family during some car chase where they crashed the police car," Billy Walsh offered.
"Yeah, I remember that. Nasty accident. Bosco was torn up about it for a long time. A mother and her two girls were killed when they got hit by the police car and thrown into the playground equipment," D.K. said.
"Man," Carlos commented.
"There was a lot of uproar at the time. You know, the usual - the police shouldn't be driving that fast, they should have more training, yadda, yadda, yadda. Things quieted right down the next day when it came out that the guy driving the car that was involved in the crash was the father and husband of the three that were killed," D.K. provided.
"It died down? Why?" Kim asked, thinking that it would just make it worse.
"Because the guy was on his way to pick up his family from that park, only he stopped at a bar after work first and was trashed. He killed his own family," D.K. said in disgust.
"So, why does he blame Bosco?" Jimmy asked.
"Because he's sick in the head from it. He's blaming everyone but himself," Walsh surmised.
"Exactly," D.K. agreed.
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"Hey! I want to talk to Officer Yokas! Is she out there?" Peterson yelled through the broken window.
"No!" Bosco managed. "Leave her out of this. I was driving. Not Faith," Bosco said, almost in a whisper. He was fading and he didn't know how much time he had left. He felt terrible, couldn't stop shaking, couldn't get warm. It was a constant fight to stay awake, but he didn't want anything to happen to the boy next to him.
"Shut up," Peterson yelled over his shoulder at Bosco, pointing the gun at him momentarily.
"Mr. Peterson. I'd like to talk to you, if you'll let me. I'm sure we can settle this without anyone else getting hurt. That's all we want," called the negotiator.
"NO! I want Officer Yokas!" Peterson insisted. "I'll only talk to her!"
The negotiator looked around at his superiors, but before they could make a decision, Faith stepped forward and said, "I'm here, Peterson. So talk. How's the boy and Officer Boscorelli?"
Bosco heard his partner's voice. "Is that your partner? The one you wanted me to call for you?" Lucas asked quietly. Bosco nodded his head. "Boy, she sounds pissed," Bosco thought to himself with a smile.
"Why don't you come in and find out. I'd like to have some time to talk with you, Officer," Peterson called back to her.
"Yokas!" Swersky yelled to her. "Get back here."
Faith just looked back and shook her head. She walked to, and stood in, the middle of the street. "That's not gonna happen unless you at least let the boy go. He's not involved with this. This is between you, me and Officer Boscorelli. Now, let the medics come and get the boy. Then I'll come in," Faith told him, walking closer to the driveway of the house.
Peterson thought for a moment, not sure of what to do.
"Let him go," Bosco said weakly. "She won't try anything."
"Shut up!" he yelled, turning the gun on Bosco and the boy again. Bosco moved himself as best he could to shield the boy.
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Rose, Mikey and Trisha arrived on the scene and came up behind the fire department group because that's as far as they could get. They listened as Faith addressed the man inside the house.
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TBC...
Chapter 29
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Bosco continued to huddle over the boy that had somehow become his charge. He still didn't know exactly why the boy was there or what had happened during the times that he was unconscious. The sound of the gun discharging reverberated around the room. Bosco stayed still, taking stock of whether he was hit again. He didn't feel any 'new' pain anywhere. He picked up his head and looked around the room to see the broken window above him, particles of glass covering his arm where it rested over Lucas' head, a well as Lucas' hair.
He looked down at the boy and saw that he was still cowering with some kind of a silent cry going on.
"It's okay," he whispered. "We're okay. I'm gonna get you out of here."
Suddenly, their attention was grabbed by the voice coming through the bullhorn outside of the house. The boy's friend had obviously gotten away and summoned help, but it seemed awfully quick for help to have arrived so soon.
"The police are here. They know we're here," he said trying to comfort the boy.
Bosco looked around the room to find out where Peterson might be and didn't see him. Peterson must have heard the bullhorn because he was making his way quickly back to Bosco and the boy.
"What's your name?" whispered Bosco to the boy.
"Lucas," he managed to answer. "I don't feel so good," he added. Bosco looked down at the boy and saw that he was getting pale - probably going into shock. He hadn't lost a lot of blood, but he'd lost enough.
"I know. Lucas, you need to stay as quiet as possible. We need to make this guy forget that you're even here, okay?" Bosco told the boy as Peterson entered the room. Lucas was about to answer, but closed his mouth as soon as the man entered the room.
Again the voice came over the bullhorn. "Paul Peterson, this is the Police. We'd like to come in and talk to you please," said the negotiator over the bullhorn.
Peterson came back into the room, an excited look on his face. "So, you're fellow officers came after you. I wonder if you'll live long enough to be rescued?"
"You better give up, Peterson. You've gotta know that you're not gonna get away with this. Especially with the boy," Bosco threatened.
As Peterson walked toward the window to check on the activity, he glanced down at Bosco. "You're hardly in any position to tell me what to do," he said, kicking Bosco in the side and grabbing him by the hair, pulling his head back.
"Ahhh," Bosco fought to get a breath while trying to push Lucas further behind him. The boy was frightened and tried not to make a sound.
"Let me see him," Peterson said, releasing Bosco's hair. Bosco began to cough while struggling to catch a breath, blood coming to the corners of his mouth. Peterson pulled the boy out from behind Bosco a little to look at his injury.
"Look, let the medics come get the boy. He didn't do anything to you. Let the boy go," Bosco urged the man, coughing some more.
"We'll see what stunts your police friends try and then maybe I'll think about it," Peterson sneered.
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Kim and Carlos were situated down the street from the house, with the crew from the fire department standing by as well. If there was a chance that tear gas or concussion grenades needed to be used by ESU, the fire department was called to stand by in the event of something catching fire from the explosions.
Carlos had finished getting the stretcher out of the ambulance and putting the backboard and medical bags on top of it to be ready to move when and if needed.
"Anything yet?" Carlos asked, coming up to Kim and the group of firefighters.
Kim shook her head no. "We're just waiting," she said absently, looking toward the house, worried about Bosco. "I talked to the cops and the kid that was in there. It sounds like Bosco's in a bad way. The kid said there seemed to be a lot of blood and that he was in and out of consciousness. He said the guy kept knocking Bosco around too," she added.
"Who IS this psycho?" Jimmy chimed in.
"Some guy from a long time ago. Apparently, the guy blames Bosco and Faith for killing his family during some car chase where they crashed the police car," Billy Walsh offered.
"Yeah, I remember that. Nasty accident. Bosco was torn up about it for a long time. A mother and her two girls were killed when they got hit by the police car and thrown into the playground equipment," D.K. said.
"Man," Carlos commented.
"There was a lot of uproar at the time. You know, the usual - the police shouldn't be driving that fast, they should have more training, yadda, yadda, yadda. Things quieted right down the next day when it came out that the guy driving the car that was involved in the crash was the father and husband of the three that were killed," D.K. provided.
"It died down? Why?" Kim asked, thinking that it would just make it worse.
"Because the guy was on his way to pick up his family from that park, only he stopped at a bar after work first and was trashed. He killed his own family," D.K. said in disgust.
"So, why does he blame Bosco?" Jimmy asked.
"Because he's sick in the head from it. He's blaming everyone but himself," Walsh surmised.
"Exactly," D.K. agreed.
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"Hey! I want to talk to Officer Yokas! Is she out there?" Peterson yelled through the broken window.
"No!" Bosco managed. "Leave her out of this. I was driving. Not Faith," Bosco said, almost in a whisper. He was fading and he didn't know how much time he had left. He felt terrible, couldn't stop shaking, couldn't get warm. It was a constant fight to stay awake, but he didn't want anything to happen to the boy next to him.
"Shut up," Peterson yelled over his shoulder at Bosco, pointing the gun at him momentarily.
"Mr. Peterson. I'd like to talk to you, if you'll let me. I'm sure we can settle this without anyone else getting hurt. That's all we want," called the negotiator.
"NO! I want Officer Yokas!" Peterson insisted. "I'll only talk to her!"
The negotiator looked around at his superiors, but before they could make a decision, Faith stepped forward and said, "I'm here, Peterson. So talk. How's the boy and Officer Boscorelli?"
Bosco heard his partner's voice. "Is that your partner? The one you wanted me to call for you?" Lucas asked quietly. Bosco nodded his head. "Boy, she sounds pissed," Bosco thought to himself with a smile.
"Why don't you come in and find out. I'd like to have some time to talk with you, Officer," Peterson called back to her.
"Yokas!" Swersky yelled to her. "Get back here."
Faith just looked back and shook her head. She walked to, and stood in, the middle of the street. "That's not gonna happen unless you at least let the boy go. He's not involved with this. This is between you, me and Officer Boscorelli. Now, let the medics come and get the boy. Then I'll come in," Faith told him, walking closer to the driveway of the house.
Peterson thought for a moment, not sure of what to do.
"Let him go," Bosco said weakly. "She won't try anything."
"Shut up!" he yelled, turning the gun on Bosco and the boy again. Bosco moved himself as best he could to shield the boy.
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Rose, Mikey and Trisha arrived on the scene and came up behind the fire department group because that's as far as they could get. They listened as Faith addressed the man inside the house.
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TBC...