Author's NoteI do not own this movie or any of its characters.
"Well here we go again." Deke says while grabbing his gun.
"Alright, they shut down Fuller, just as I would do, but now, it's our turn." Hondo informs. "Sanchez, Street go around to the back. There is an entry hidden by brush to a basement. I don't think these guys have even thought of it."
"Hondo, I don't know. What if they have thought of it?" Deke asks.
"Then, you guys are trained professionals. You'll figure something out. Now, you, Deke, I need you out here picking these guys off. You are the sharp shooter."
"Okay."
"Alright, Sanchez, Street what are you guys still standing there for?"
Street and Sanchez pick up their gear. Deke puts out his fist and Street pounds back. They both do the "guy nod." Street and Sanchez start making there way through a neighbor's yard and reach the alley behind the house.
"Sanchez, how ya doin'?"
"Um. I'm fine, Street. But instead of small talk, let's go kick some ass. Shall we?"
Street shuts up, knowing that they're there to do their job and not slightly flirt. Sanchez reaches down at the basement doors and slowly lifts it. No one is there, but they both feel like they are no alone. Street motions to start moving around to the right. They slowly walk along the wall. Then, a round of a AK47 goes off.
"Down.. Down!" Street yells to Sanchez making sure she is safe. She motions back. Street starts moving around trying to find out where the gunman is hidden. All of a sudden, another round goes off. Behind the storage racks, Street thinks. He rolls out a smoke bomb creating an unclear shot for the gunman. Sanchez signals to move in opposite directions to get a clear shot. Street slowly starts moving to the left and sees the man trying to use his scope to find them. Street signals that he as the shot and for Sanchez to hold. Street finds the man in his sight. Okay just pull the trigger Jim, he thinks to himself
"One man down." Jim tells Hondo in his headset.
"Come on you son of a bitch." Deke talks to himself. "Just a little bit forward. Yeah, yea oh you're mine."
Deke looks through his sight and sees a man in full cavalier suit. Deke positions and then fires. "One down."
Deke repositions for his next target. A man with no cavalier on, just a flannel shirt and jeans. A man who looks to be in his late twenties and very stoned, Deke recognizes. Stumbling around with a '50 caliber rifle, the man keeps sway in and out of range for Deke.
"Stay for one more second baby." Deke says with his tongue sticking out of his mouth.
"One down."
Sanchez and Street start up the stairs to the house. The house positioned in the middle of a street in the middle of south LA. The house was run down and almost collapsing in.
"Seventy David, what's your position?" Hondo says into the headset.
"On the basement stairs at the door." Sanchez reports back to him.
"Hold your position."
Street and Sanchez hold on the stairs. Chris looks over at Jim. He is taller than she had realized and his eyes were really big and beautiful. Chris realized that she had feelings for him, strong feelings. What was she thinking? He was her partner. Come on, Chris, shake it off. Think other things: Eliza, training, beer, beers with Jim. DAMN IT! Why was he on her mind? Suddenly:
"Street, Sanchez. There are three men at the front windows and god knows how many behind. Hopefully, none. Go, go!"
Street and Sanchez slowly and tacitly move cross the back of the house. Clear. Quietly, they move into the front room. Three men sit at the front window busy with the cops out front. "Drop your weapons!" Street yells.
The gunmen started to turn, guns blazing. Street shoots one immediately in the head killing him. Two left. Sanchez grabbed Street pulling him behind the wall to an adjacent kitchen. A blazing gun battle erupted between the two men and S.W.A.T. Bullets whizzing past from AK47s and '44 caliber magnums. One stray bullet went through the door opening and striking Jim in the shin. "Street, you okay?" Chris yells over the live rounds.
"Yeah, I'm good I think." Jim clutches his shin.
Too caught up in the battle in the house, Deke slips in through the front door along with other S.W.A.T. members from another team. "Drop your weapons, mother fuckers!" Deke shouts with rage and ease.
The gunmen disobeyed, following their promise of agreement before the first shot was fired. Guns were fired. After a few minutes, "Code 4, all clear."
Stretchers were wheeled in. Jim was lifted and placed gently on the stretcher. Sanchez arrived at his side after checking in with Hondo.
"Okay, It doesn't look like it is anything serious, but we'll wheel you out of here just in case. Just lay back, sir.," the paramedic advised him.
"Hey," Jim stumbled out.
"Hey. How ya doin'?" Sanchez replied.
"I think I am pumped with morphine already." Chris managed to giggle and convince him that he was just a little woozy.
"Miss, are you gonna ride along to the hospital?" the paramedic asked Chris.
"Yeah, she is." Jim said through all the confusion. Chris smiled and jumped into the ambulance along side Jim.
"Well here we go again." Deke says while grabbing his gun.
"Alright, they shut down Fuller, just as I would do, but now, it's our turn." Hondo informs. "Sanchez, Street go around to the back. There is an entry hidden by brush to a basement. I don't think these guys have even thought of it."
"Hondo, I don't know. What if they have thought of it?" Deke asks.
"Then, you guys are trained professionals. You'll figure something out. Now, you, Deke, I need you out here picking these guys off. You are the sharp shooter."
"Okay."
"Alright, Sanchez, Street what are you guys still standing there for?"
Street and Sanchez pick up their gear. Deke puts out his fist and Street pounds back. They both do the "guy nod." Street and Sanchez start making there way through a neighbor's yard and reach the alley behind the house.
"Sanchez, how ya doin'?"
"Um. I'm fine, Street. But instead of small talk, let's go kick some ass. Shall we?"
Street shuts up, knowing that they're there to do their job and not slightly flirt. Sanchez reaches down at the basement doors and slowly lifts it. No one is there, but they both feel like they are no alone. Street motions to start moving around to the right. They slowly walk along the wall. Then, a round of a AK47 goes off.
"Down.. Down!" Street yells to Sanchez making sure she is safe. She motions back. Street starts moving around trying to find out where the gunman is hidden. All of a sudden, another round goes off. Behind the storage racks, Street thinks. He rolls out a smoke bomb creating an unclear shot for the gunman. Sanchez signals to move in opposite directions to get a clear shot. Street slowly starts moving to the left and sees the man trying to use his scope to find them. Street signals that he as the shot and for Sanchez to hold. Street finds the man in his sight. Okay just pull the trigger Jim, he thinks to himself
"One man down." Jim tells Hondo in his headset.
"Come on you son of a bitch." Deke talks to himself. "Just a little bit forward. Yeah, yea oh you're mine."
Deke looks through his sight and sees a man in full cavalier suit. Deke positions and then fires. "One down."
Deke repositions for his next target. A man with no cavalier on, just a flannel shirt and jeans. A man who looks to be in his late twenties and very stoned, Deke recognizes. Stumbling around with a '50 caliber rifle, the man keeps sway in and out of range for Deke.
"Stay for one more second baby." Deke says with his tongue sticking out of his mouth.
"One down."
Sanchez and Street start up the stairs to the house. The house positioned in the middle of a street in the middle of south LA. The house was run down and almost collapsing in.
"Seventy David, what's your position?" Hondo says into the headset.
"On the basement stairs at the door." Sanchez reports back to him.
"Hold your position."
Street and Sanchez hold on the stairs. Chris looks over at Jim. He is taller than she had realized and his eyes were really big and beautiful. Chris realized that she had feelings for him, strong feelings. What was she thinking? He was her partner. Come on, Chris, shake it off. Think other things: Eliza, training, beer, beers with Jim. DAMN IT! Why was he on her mind? Suddenly:
"Street, Sanchez. There are three men at the front windows and god knows how many behind. Hopefully, none. Go, go!"
Street and Sanchez slowly and tacitly move cross the back of the house. Clear. Quietly, they move into the front room. Three men sit at the front window busy with the cops out front. "Drop your weapons!" Street yells.
The gunmen started to turn, guns blazing. Street shoots one immediately in the head killing him. Two left. Sanchez grabbed Street pulling him behind the wall to an adjacent kitchen. A blazing gun battle erupted between the two men and S.W.A.T. Bullets whizzing past from AK47s and '44 caliber magnums. One stray bullet went through the door opening and striking Jim in the shin. "Street, you okay?" Chris yells over the live rounds.
"Yeah, I'm good I think." Jim clutches his shin.
Too caught up in the battle in the house, Deke slips in through the front door along with other S.W.A.T. members from another team. "Drop your weapons, mother fuckers!" Deke shouts with rage and ease.
The gunmen disobeyed, following their promise of agreement before the first shot was fired. Guns were fired. After a few minutes, "Code 4, all clear."
Stretchers were wheeled in. Jim was lifted and placed gently on the stretcher. Sanchez arrived at his side after checking in with Hondo.
"Okay, It doesn't look like it is anything serious, but we'll wheel you out of here just in case. Just lay back, sir.," the paramedic advised him.
"Hey," Jim stumbled out.
"Hey. How ya doin'?" Sanchez replied.
"I think I am pumped with morphine already." Chris managed to giggle and convince him that he was just a little woozy.
"Miss, are you gonna ride along to the hospital?" the paramedic asked Chris.
"Yeah, she is." Jim said through all the confusion. Chris smiled and jumped into the ambulance along side Jim.