NOTE: realism isn't my strongest point in this chap... tend to go a wee bit OTT... but Flynn had to be taken out with a bang... :-/
***
Birkett groaned as Jenkins gingerly removed the bag covering his face. He hoped and prayed it wasn't Shelley again. She wouldn't let him live, not after he had worked out her involvement. It had just been too dangerous for her to kill him on the spot. She had her gun but a shot couldn't be disguised. Maybe she had returned with one of the kitchen knives.
He looked up nervously, eyes widening as he saw Carter and Jenkins leaning over him and his gag was removed.
"Are you alright mate?"
He looked around, disorientated, nodding numbly and attempting to get out of the boot. His legs weren't functioning like they used to. A night in that boot and he must have looked a state.
"Easy..."
Carter assisted him as he stumbled forward.
"...I think we'd better get you inside"
He turned to the officers still stood, awaiting further instructions.
"Take Mrs Sutherland back to the station... I'll interview her myself when I get back... It won't do any harm for her to spend some time in the cells"
Carter heard a cry coming from the direction of the house. A plea for help.
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CARAVAN PARK
"I'm fine, really"
"How can you be fine?! You've been shot"
There was no doubt Shelley was aiming for Kane when she took her departing shot. It was a relief she wasn't such as good shot as Flynn, otherwise the shot could have been fatal at that range.
Kane glanced around. Max and Dani were trying their best to keep their distance and Jade had dashed outside, pale-faced at the sight of blood. They were able to hear sirens, so they could only guess that help was nearby. Rhys was on the phone, hastily calling for an ambulance for his arch-rival. Kirsty pressed a wad of tissues into his shoulder, trying to stem the blood flow as best she could.
He gazed at her, so grateful to have her there. He didn't care about the pain and it wasn't like he was a stranger to blood.
"What?"
She caught his eyes.
"Nothing"
He smiled to himself, not quite believing how lucky he was to have her. She was the first person in his life ever to be that concerned about him, to look at him in a way that told him that she cared, that she was suffering with him. She continued to nurse the wound as Jade re-entered, bringing with her several police officers.
..............................
Shelley was led into a dingy cell by the custody sergeant and slumped down onto the makeshift bed, which was more like a solid bench than a bed, as the door clanged shut behind her. The officers footsteps faded away and she was left alone. Well, not entirely alone. There was someone in the next cell shouting obscenities at the top of his voice, his fists thumping on the door. She couldn't blame him, she was already starting to get claustrophobic. This was all Flynn's fault. She should have known he wasn't capable of handling the pressure. Whether she would ever get to confront him about letting Kirsty go was looking doubtful.
..............................
Flynn strapped himself into the pilot's seat, passing a look over each of the dials. It all looked fairly familiar. Thankfully it hadn't changed much since his day. He'd only flown a couple of times before, before he had decided the air force wasn't for him and had transferred to the army.
After examining the controls he felt confident enough to start the machine up. The plane roared up the runway and he gently pulled one of the levers towards him. Within seconds, he was airborne. Free.
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HOSPITAL
"Back so soon?"
Wilson entered the room, smiling briefly at the young couple who sat, side by side on the bed.
"Hmmm... I just can't keep away"
That hospital was becoming a second home to him. He'd spent more time there than he'd spent at home as a kid, and even now he seemed to be living there. How much longer would it be until someone actually succeeded in killing him?
"Let's have a look"
Kane removed the cloth from his shoulder and Wilson bent down next to his patient to examine the injury.
"Your second gunshot of the month... impressive... well, it's a clean wound... not too much damage done... should be able to fix you up in no time..."
"Shame, so I won't be spending another few weeks being fed the gourmet meals they dish up in this place?"
The downside was returning home. To Rose's place, well, his place now. Scott would most likely have taken over already and turned the house into crime central. Rose would be turning in her grave.
..............................
Flynn glanced behind him. A couple of fighter jets were gaining on him. Under precise orders to get him out of the sky. Communication with the pilot had been lost and a stray plane couldn't be tolerated in that day and age.
Flynn could hear bullets whizzing past. He knew only too well he was no match for them. A few more shots at him and Flynn could smell burning.
"We got him"
Flynn's aircraft burst into flames as it plummeted towards the ocean. The other aircraft turned and headed for home. They could send a team out later to recover the wreckage.
***
Birkett groaned as Jenkins gingerly removed the bag covering his face. He hoped and prayed it wasn't Shelley again. She wouldn't let him live, not after he had worked out her involvement. It had just been too dangerous for her to kill him on the spot. She had her gun but a shot couldn't be disguised. Maybe she had returned with one of the kitchen knives.
He looked up nervously, eyes widening as he saw Carter and Jenkins leaning over him and his gag was removed.
"Are you alright mate?"
He looked around, disorientated, nodding numbly and attempting to get out of the boot. His legs weren't functioning like they used to. A night in that boot and he must have looked a state.
"Easy..."
Carter assisted him as he stumbled forward.
"...I think we'd better get you inside"
He turned to the officers still stood, awaiting further instructions.
"Take Mrs Sutherland back to the station... I'll interview her myself when I get back... It won't do any harm for her to spend some time in the cells"
Carter heard a cry coming from the direction of the house. A plea for help.
..............................
CARAVAN PARK
"I'm fine, really"
"How can you be fine?! You've been shot"
There was no doubt Shelley was aiming for Kane when she took her departing shot. It was a relief she wasn't such as good shot as Flynn, otherwise the shot could have been fatal at that range.
Kane glanced around. Max and Dani were trying their best to keep their distance and Jade had dashed outside, pale-faced at the sight of blood. They were able to hear sirens, so they could only guess that help was nearby. Rhys was on the phone, hastily calling for an ambulance for his arch-rival. Kirsty pressed a wad of tissues into his shoulder, trying to stem the blood flow as best she could.
He gazed at her, so grateful to have her there. He didn't care about the pain and it wasn't like he was a stranger to blood.
"What?"
She caught his eyes.
"Nothing"
He smiled to himself, not quite believing how lucky he was to have her. She was the first person in his life ever to be that concerned about him, to look at him in a way that told him that she cared, that she was suffering with him. She continued to nurse the wound as Jade re-entered, bringing with her several police officers.
..............................
Shelley was led into a dingy cell by the custody sergeant and slumped down onto the makeshift bed, which was more like a solid bench than a bed, as the door clanged shut behind her. The officers footsteps faded away and she was left alone. Well, not entirely alone. There was someone in the next cell shouting obscenities at the top of his voice, his fists thumping on the door. She couldn't blame him, she was already starting to get claustrophobic. This was all Flynn's fault. She should have known he wasn't capable of handling the pressure. Whether she would ever get to confront him about letting Kirsty go was looking doubtful.
..............................
Flynn strapped himself into the pilot's seat, passing a look over each of the dials. It all looked fairly familiar. Thankfully it hadn't changed much since his day. He'd only flown a couple of times before, before he had decided the air force wasn't for him and had transferred to the army.
After examining the controls he felt confident enough to start the machine up. The plane roared up the runway and he gently pulled one of the levers towards him. Within seconds, he was airborne. Free.
..............................
HOSPITAL
"Back so soon?"
Wilson entered the room, smiling briefly at the young couple who sat, side by side on the bed.
"Hmmm... I just can't keep away"
That hospital was becoming a second home to him. He'd spent more time there than he'd spent at home as a kid, and even now he seemed to be living there. How much longer would it be until someone actually succeeded in killing him?
"Let's have a look"
Kane removed the cloth from his shoulder and Wilson bent down next to his patient to examine the injury.
"Your second gunshot of the month... impressive... well, it's a clean wound... not too much damage done... should be able to fix you up in no time..."
"Shame, so I won't be spending another few weeks being fed the gourmet meals they dish up in this place?"
The downside was returning home. To Rose's place, well, his place now. Scott would most likely have taken over already and turned the house into crime central. Rose would be turning in her grave.
..............................
Flynn glanced behind him. A couple of fighter jets were gaining on him. Under precise orders to get him out of the sky. Communication with the pilot had been lost and a stray plane couldn't be tolerated in that day and age.
Flynn could hear bullets whizzing past. He knew only too well he was no match for them. A few more shots at him and Flynn could smell burning.
"We got him"
Flynn's aircraft burst into flames as it plummeted towards the ocean. The other aircraft turned and headed for home. They could send a team out later to recover the wreckage.