Faith sat in between the two men, her hands still bound, and her
mouth covered by tape. She was trying desperately to keep the tears back,
and to hold her fear in, the sheer terror threatening to break through her
resolves and betray it to Amanda Olmos and the men with her. She managed,
just barely to keep it locked in.
The windows of the old Chevrolet were blackened in the back, and Faith could see only vague shapes of buildings as they blurred past. Amanda Olmos and the man Warren sat in the front. She was driving, content to keep quiet for the time being. She knew where she was going, and she wasn't sharing.
Faith closed her eyes when she heard the noise of Bosco banging from inside the trunk, and she had to push the fear down anew. She heard the muffled sounds as he tried to cry out, and opened her eyes, finding Amanda's gaze meeting hers in the rear-view mirror. The woman was smiling.
"Don't worry," she said to Faith, her voice almost gentle, chilling the police officer deeply, "it will all be over soon." A laugh followed, quiet and somewhat triumphant. The man in the passenger seat grinned, peering back at her momentarily.
Faith looked out of the front windshield, her eyes searching the area frantically, trying to pick out where they were. In the dim light of the evening, she could barely tell from her place in the backseat. There were tall buildings, and cars everywhere... standard New York scenery.
She barely even noticed the squad car pass by.
* * *
Davis turned his head from his place in the passenger seat, and gazed intently through the back windshield, eyes narrowing, before he noticed Sully watching him sporadically, glancing back to the road frequently.
"What is it?" the older policeman inquired curiously, peering in his rear-view.
Davis furrowed his brow, still staring out the back window, and asked, "Did that woman say an old black Chevy?"
Sully narrowed his eyes then, and nodded.
"Well we just passed an old black Chevy with blacked out windows," Davis told Sully, looking to him, before quickly glancing back again, still spying the car from their distance as it headed in the opposite direction.
After a moment, Sully groaned, and nodded. "Okay... can you still see it?"
"Yeah," Davis replied instantly, and continued, "it's heading towards the river."
Sully performed a U-turn, causing several other vehicles to slam to a halt as they sped off after the car in question. Sully managed to catch sight of the car himself, and Davis could tell from the look on his face. He hung back to a safe distance, trying to make it look as though they were just on patrol. If this was the car that had been spotted driving off with Bosco in the trunk, then they didn't want to let whoever was inside know that they were being tailed.
"What do we do?" Davis asked quietly, chiding himself for fearing the driver's might hear. He almost laughed at his silly behaviour, and looked to his partner.
"We just follow 'em," Sully responded stoically, eyes never leaving the black car ahead. "See where they go, what they do. Might catch sight of our friend Warren."
Davis raised an eyebrow, peered out the windshield, and nodded in agreement.
Ty just hoped his hunch was right... something was amiss here. Something was wrong.
* * *
The black Chevrolet came to a slow halt, its tyres running over a smooth surface before hitting gravel or something similar. It was too subtle to tell what it was, but the ground surface changed slightly, before the engine died, and everything went still for a few moments.
From where he lay uncomfortably in the trunk, Bosco thought for a moment that he could hear water, but as soon as the car doors slammed and footsteps were heard approaching the rear of the car, he found his thoughts shifting on to other things. He needed to think of something, and fast. He and Yokas needed to get out of here. No one knew where they were. They probably knew they were in trouble, but nothing else.
The trunk opened, and the man Warren reached in and pulled Bosco out of the trunk. When on the other side, feeling his feet come into solid contact with stony ground, Bosco saw the moonlight reflect hauntingly off the water of the Hudson River. A dim and single bulb lit the area weakly, casting eerie shadows from the figures present. Rain fell sparingly from above, dampening everything it touched.
Amanda stood close to the water's edge, dark eyes staring out into the river. The two other men stood a little way back, Yokas between them. She looked frightened, but she was trying to hide it. Bosco could tell... he had known her long enough to see through her exterior defences.
Warren gripped Bosco tightly, one hand holding the rear of his jacket close to his neck, and the other firmly holding his right arm, even as they came to a halt near to Yokas and the other men.
Amanda turned, a gun held in her right hand, her eyes searching the quiet area before they landed squarely on Bosco. She wasn't smiling anymore.
He almost wished he could talk, try to convince her that what she was doing wasn't going to get her anywhere but into jail. He knew he wouldn't get anywhere, that Yokas had probably already tried everything to talk some sense into the woman.
Amanda probably hadn't listened to a single word. She saw what she was doing as her only option, and she had succeeded in murdering four police officers already.
Bosco felt the guilt rush through him again suddenly, and he saw in brief flashes the deaths of Spencer, Gregory and Faraday, remembering hearing about Hinds' murder. It had all been because of him... him and Yokas, how they had shot the last three on that day. The others hadn't done anything wrong. Neither had Bosco and Faith... but Amanda didn't see it that way. She had been robbed of her family, and that was all she needed to know to justify what she was doing.
Even as she moved over to him, he twisted his hands again; having been constantly trying to free them all the while they had been restrained. He wasn't even sure if he was making any progress or not. He just felt better for trying.
Something hit him squarely in the back of the leg, causing him to fall to his knees on the ground, wincing momentarily. He didn't look up at her, tried not to. He felt the strong hand keep a tight hold of the back of his jacket as he knelt there in the dim light, his mind racing back over the events leading up to this point, his head and side throbbing madly now.
That was when he heard the other car.
* * *
Sully opened his door after calling in the sighting to the station, and used the car for a shield as he drew his weapon, pointing it firmly at the woman holding a gun in her hand. Davis left the vehicle moments after, withdrawing his own sidearm and pointing it at the two men holding Yokas.
They had followed them all the way here, not making a move until they had seen the men pull Yokas out of the back of the car, moments before Bosco had been retrieved from the trunk. Both were bound and gagged, and Bosco looked injured and in some amount of discomfort. He had just been forced to the ground rather roughly, and the lone woman was standing before him, gun held in her hand.
The dark eyes of the woman met Sully's, and the sheer hatred displayed there stunned him for a moment. She was angry, furious, and she had the murders of Bosco and Yokas on her mind. From the look on her face, nothing was going to get in the way of this.
One of the men holding Yokas quickly drew their own weapon, and pointed it firmly at the female officer's shoulder, as if in warning. When Sully saw the arm of the other man move, he shouted.
"No, stop right there!" he called, shaking his head; eyes floating back to the woman. "Don't even think about it."
It sounded as though the woman laughed, if somewhat dryly. Her voice carried over the quiet and stillness, as she said, "It would be a good idea to turn around and leave."
Sully shook his head once again, more insistent this time. "I'm not going to do that, and neither is my partner." His mind raced madly and chaotically for a moment before he continued calmly, "Here's what going to happen," he began, voice loud and clear to avoid confusion, his tone authorative, "you're going to lower your weapons to the ground, and release Officers Boscorelli and Yokas."
"I don't think so," the woman retaliated, her hand reaching down and grabbing a hold of Bosco's hair. The barrel of her gun was pointed steadily at his chest, and her eyes never left her target.
The sounds of squad car sirens filled the area slowly and steadily, and Sully recognised it as more units approaching to assist. They would be here soon.
The rain continued to fall, with a little more intensity now, picking up speed and increasing in volume. Sully blinked it back out of his eyes, and felt it run down from his hair. He had no choice but to ignore it.
When there was sudden movement from before him, Sully barely had time to register it.
* * *
Bosco felt the tape give all of a sudden, and wrenched his hands free at once, keeping his movement quick, reaching up and tearing the tape off his mouth, twisting out of Amanda's grip almost simultaneously. She stumbled back, as if stunned, not sure what to do from the suddenness of it. Bosco pushed upwards, slamming his whole body into Warren's, and knocking him down, going to the ground with him.
Bosco heard the gunshot, and felt the sudden burn as something grazed past his left arm, scraping his skin and drawing blood. It was enough to make him give an abrupt shout in shock, and wince. The next thing he felt was Warren's foot in his gut, winding him.
He groaned as he was dragged to his feet, shortly before another hand grabbed him. It was Amanda. Bosco could tell that much from the gun that came to the side of his head almost instantly, and the voice that accompanied it.
"That was stupid, Boscorelli," she whispered harshly into his ear, her arm going around his front, brushing against the fresh wound where the bullet had grazed him. He winced briefly, taking in a deep breath, his eyes meeting Sully's, and then Davis', even as two more squad cars pulled up.
Bosco risked a glance over to Yokas, who was still in the hold of the two men, one of them holding a gun on her. Bosco brought up a hand slowly to hold Amanda's arm loosely. She tightened her grip, her hand twisting in his jacket.
Officers climbed out of the cars with caution, weapons already drawn, aiming at Amanda, Warren or one of the two men holding Faith.
Bosco felt the rain running down his face and neck, feeling it drip from his flat hair. He stared at Sully, even as Amanda started moving backwards, Bosco in reluctant tow.
He knew better than to try and get out of her grip now... she was ready for him to try and escape this time. She hadn't been before. It still hadn't worked quite how Bosco had hoped though, and it hadn't really helped any. But at least he had tried.
They were getting closer and closer to the edge of the pier, and Bosco heard his footfalls on the ground beneath him, the wood darkened with moisture.
Before long, they were at the end of the pier, and Bosco felt the slight breeze blowing about him for an instant, before the moment he had been waiting for arrived.
Amanda aimed the gun at Yokas.
The windows of the old Chevrolet were blackened in the back, and Faith could see only vague shapes of buildings as they blurred past. Amanda Olmos and the man Warren sat in the front. She was driving, content to keep quiet for the time being. She knew where she was going, and she wasn't sharing.
Faith closed her eyes when she heard the noise of Bosco banging from inside the trunk, and she had to push the fear down anew. She heard the muffled sounds as he tried to cry out, and opened her eyes, finding Amanda's gaze meeting hers in the rear-view mirror. The woman was smiling.
"Don't worry," she said to Faith, her voice almost gentle, chilling the police officer deeply, "it will all be over soon." A laugh followed, quiet and somewhat triumphant. The man in the passenger seat grinned, peering back at her momentarily.
Faith looked out of the front windshield, her eyes searching the area frantically, trying to pick out where they were. In the dim light of the evening, she could barely tell from her place in the backseat. There were tall buildings, and cars everywhere... standard New York scenery.
She barely even noticed the squad car pass by.
* * *
Davis turned his head from his place in the passenger seat, and gazed intently through the back windshield, eyes narrowing, before he noticed Sully watching him sporadically, glancing back to the road frequently.
"What is it?" the older policeman inquired curiously, peering in his rear-view.
Davis furrowed his brow, still staring out the back window, and asked, "Did that woman say an old black Chevy?"
Sully narrowed his eyes then, and nodded.
"Well we just passed an old black Chevy with blacked out windows," Davis told Sully, looking to him, before quickly glancing back again, still spying the car from their distance as it headed in the opposite direction.
After a moment, Sully groaned, and nodded. "Okay... can you still see it?"
"Yeah," Davis replied instantly, and continued, "it's heading towards the river."
Sully performed a U-turn, causing several other vehicles to slam to a halt as they sped off after the car in question. Sully managed to catch sight of the car himself, and Davis could tell from the look on his face. He hung back to a safe distance, trying to make it look as though they were just on patrol. If this was the car that had been spotted driving off with Bosco in the trunk, then they didn't want to let whoever was inside know that they were being tailed.
"What do we do?" Davis asked quietly, chiding himself for fearing the driver's might hear. He almost laughed at his silly behaviour, and looked to his partner.
"We just follow 'em," Sully responded stoically, eyes never leaving the black car ahead. "See where they go, what they do. Might catch sight of our friend Warren."
Davis raised an eyebrow, peered out the windshield, and nodded in agreement.
Ty just hoped his hunch was right... something was amiss here. Something was wrong.
* * *
The black Chevrolet came to a slow halt, its tyres running over a smooth surface before hitting gravel or something similar. It was too subtle to tell what it was, but the ground surface changed slightly, before the engine died, and everything went still for a few moments.
From where he lay uncomfortably in the trunk, Bosco thought for a moment that he could hear water, but as soon as the car doors slammed and footsteps were heard approaching the rear of the car, he found his thoughts shifting on to other things. He needed to think of something, and fast. He and Yokas needed to get out of here. No one knew where they were. They probably knew they were in trouble, but nothing else.
The trunk opened, and the man Warren reached in and pulled Bosco out of the trunk. When on the other side, feeling his feet come into solid contact with stony ground, Bosco saw the moonlight reflect hauntingly off the water of the Hudson River. A dim and single bulb lit the area weakly, casting eerie shadows from the figures present. Rain fell sparingly from above, dampening everything it touched.
Amanda stood close to the water's edge, dark eyes staring out into the river. The two other men stood a little way back, Yokas between them. She looked frightened, but she was trying to hide it. Bosco could tell... he had known her long enough to see through her exterior defences.
Warren gripped Bosco tightly, one hand holding the rear of his jacket close to his neck, and the other firmly holding his right arm, even as they came to a halt near to Yokas and the other men.
Amanda turned, a gun held in her right hand, her eyes searching the quiet area before they landed squarely on Bosco. She wasn't smiling anymore.
He almost wished he could talk, try to convince her that what she was doing wasn't going to get her anywhere but into jail. He knew he wouldn't get anywhere, that Yokas had probably already tried everything to talk some sense into the woman.
Amanda probably hadn't listened to a single word. She saw what she was doing as her only option, and she had succeeded in murdering four police officers already.
Bosco felt the guilt rush through him again suddenly, and he saw in brief flashes the deaths of Spencer, Gregory and Faraday, remembering hearing about Hinds' murder. It had all been because of him... him and Yokas, how they had shot the last three on that day. The others hadn't done anything wrong. Neither had Bosco and Faith... but Amanda didn't see it that way. She had been robbed of her family, and that was all she needed to know to justify what she was doing.
Even as she moved over to him, he twisted his hands again; having been constantly trying to free them all the while they had been restrained. He wasn't even sure if he was making any progress or not. He just felt better for trying.
Something hit him squarely in the back of the leg, causing him to fall to his knees on the ground, wincing momentarily. He didn't look up at her, tried not to. He felt the strong hand keep a tight hold of the back of his jacket as he knelt there in the dim light, his mind racing back over the events leading up to this point, his head and side throbbing madly now.
That was when he heard the other car.
* * *
Sully opened his door after calling in the sighting to the station, and used the car for a shield as he drew his weapon, pointing it firmly at the woman holding a gun in her hand. Davis left the vehicle moments after, withdrawing his own sidearm and pointing it at the two men holding Yokas.
They had followed them all the way here, not making a move until they had seen the men pull Yokas out of the back of the car, moments before Bosco had been retrieved from the trunk. Both were bound and gagged, and Bosco looked injured and in some amount of discomfort. He had just been forced to the ground rather roughly, and the lone woman was standing before him, gun held in her hand.
The dark eyes of the woman met Sully's, and the sheer hatred displayed there stunned him for a moment. She was angry, furious, and she had the murders of Bosco and Yokas on her mind. From the look on her face, nothing was going to get in the way of this.
One of the men holding Yokas quickly drew their own weapon, and pointed it firmly at the female officer's shoulder, as if in warning. When Sully saw the arm of the other man move, he shouted.
"No, stop right there!" he called, shaking his head; eyes floating back to the woman. "Don't even think about it."
It sounded as though the woman laughed, if somewhat dryly. Her voice carried over the quiet and stillness, as she said, "It would be a good idea to turn around and leave."
Sully shook his head once again, more insistent this time. "I'm not going to do that, and neither is my partner." His mind raced madly and chaotically for a moment before he continued calmly, "Here's what going to happen," he began, voice loud and clear to avoid confusion, his tone authorative, "you're going to lower your weapons to the ground, and release Officers Boscorelli and Yokas."
"I don't think so," the woman retaliated, her hand reaching down and grabbing a hold of Bosco's hair. The barrel of her gun was pointed steadily at his chest, and her eyes never left her target.
The sounds of squad car sirens filled the area slowly and steadily, and Sully recognised it as more units approaching to assist. They would be here soon.
The rain continued to fall, with a little more intensity now, picking up speed and increasing in volume. Sully blinked it back out of his eyes, and felt it run down from his hair. He had no choice but to ignore it.
When there was sudden movement from before him, Sully barely had time to register it.
* * *
Bosco felt the tape give all of a sudden, and wrenched his hands free at once, keeping his movement quick, reaching up and tearing the tape off his mouth, twisting out of Amanda's grip almost simultaneously. She stumbled back, as if stunned, not sure what to do from the suddenness of it. Bosco pushed upwards, slamming his whole body into Warren's, and knocking him down, going to the ground with him.
Bosco heard the gunshot, and felt the sudden burn as something grazed past his left arm, scraping his skin and drawing blood. It was enough to make him give an abrupt shout in shock, and wince. The next thing he felt was Warren's foot in his gut, winding him.
He groaned as he was dragged to his feet, shortly before another hand grabbed him. It was Amanda. Bosco could tell that much from the gun that came to the side of his head almost instantly, and the voice that accompanied it.
"That was stupid, Boscorelli," she whispered harshly into his ear, her arm going around his front, brushing against the fresh wound where the bullet had grazed him. He winced briefly, taking in a deep breath, his eyes meeting Sully's, and then Davis', even as two more squad cars pulled up.
Bosco risked a glance over to Yokas, who was still in the hold of the two men, one of them holding a gun on her. Bosco brought up a hand slowly to hold Amanda's arm loosely. She tightened her grip, her hand twisting in his jacket.
Officers climbed out of the cars with caution, weapons already drawn, aiming at Amanda, Warren or one of the two men holding Faith.
Bosco felt the rain running down his face and neck, feeling it drip from his flat hair. He stared at Sully, even as Amanda started moving backwards, Bosco in reluctant tow.
He knew better than to try and get out of her grip now... she was ready for him to try and escape this time. She hadn't been before. It still hadn't worked quite how Bosco had hoped though, and it hadn't really helped any. But at least he had tried.
They were getting closer and closer to the edge of the pier, and Bosco heard his footfalls on the ground beneath him, the wood darkened with moisture.
Before long, they were at the end of the pier, and Bosco felt the slight breeze blowing about him for an instant, before the moment he had been waiting for arrived.
Amanda aimed the gun at Yokas.