Framed For Murder
Disclaimer: I do not own Jon Sable Freelance in any way and I am not the original writer of his character and several others.
Chapter 2: Unlikely Friend
People loved it here, the grass always green, and the trees in full bloom. The carriage rides that traveled along the stone paths that were offered. The massive lake in the middle. All were ingredients in fueling a perfect day, commonly romance. Sometimes however it was a place for murder. And on the rare occasion it was a place to hide.
Underneath it all, Jon ran hard and fast through the underground tunnels. He had to find an exit, but that would be hard, it was the middle of the day, he couldn't just walk out of a man hole, with out being seen.
"This is going to be difficult." He pondered to himself. But he knew the tunnels well enough; just getting to the exit was the hard part.
In front of Jon Sable's house
The vast array of police cruisers and swat vans gathered everyone's attention. The media was being there vulture selves.
And in control of all the action was Captain Josh Williams of the NYPD. The two-way radio in his hand bleeped. "Sir, I think you should come see this."
"I'm on my way"
From the outside, Sable's house was beautiful, most would suspect the inside would be the same, but the swat team had turned the place over due to his escape.
Williams walked through the main entrance. The place looked like a disaster zone. Nothing sat in a regular position. Sergeant Dallas Maryk stood in the main room. "This way, sir." He turned and walked the master bedroom. Williams followed.
It was a large room, with a very large custom-made bed. A closet in the corner that was the size his wife would have adored. And a very large computer system was on the other side of the bed, beside the door that led to the master bathroom. Obviously size matter to Sable.
The sergeant nodded to one of his crew over at the closet. He it the inside or it. The bed moved sideways and a trap door revealed.
The captain walked over and lifted it up. "Where does it lead?"
"Don't know yet, but I got six men running in there."
The captain glanced back at the sergeant. "Get in touch with city hall find out where it can be exited, I want them all covered. I want it done with in the hour."
The Maryk smiled. "Way ahead of you cap, sent my men to go find before you got in here."
Williams chuckled. "Good job sergeant, keep me posted." Williams then left for his overdue press conference.
On the other side of Central Park
Sable slowly lifted the man hole cover. His eyes dilated as he moved into the sunlight. He had an apartment a little ways away; just getting there would be hard. Chances were that the police had put an all police bulletin on him.
Her growled to himself, this was going to be very difficult.
He looked around. No one's here, good. He needed something to wear; he couldn't go around New York shirtless. This is going to be very difficult.
His eyes looked around; he needed to get some clothes. He looked around. He'll do.
The man was about his size he was writing something in a notebook, a college student perhaps, didn't matter, and he just didn't need to know of his presence. Fast and silent.
He ran up to him from behind, and cracked the handle of the gun over his head. The man had lost consciences.
. "Sorry." He was, but he had no choice. He pulled out a twenty- dollar bill and put it in his notebook.
He stripped the man of his shoes and white T-shirt. He could leave now. Just hopefully no one saw him.
"Oh my god!" His heart stopped. Someone did see him. Sable slowly turned around and drew his sidearm.
It was a woman, she seemed familiar, but he couldn't place her face. Her black hair and hazel eyes were stunning. Too stunning. An image flickered in his head. "Kara?"
"Sable?" She knew him, and he knew her. God, did he ever know her, and she would rat him out if she he knew he was wanted. He thought fast.
"Come with me." He grabbed her arm and started walking. Confused and feeling threatened, she protested.
"What the hell, let go of me." She pulled back. Sable rose his gun then lowered it back down.
"Look I need your help, I can pay you when this is all over. Just please I need your help." She stared at him. Something was up. She had gotten to know him very well, before he sent her there. To that cold place. Although, she did deserve it. She just wished that, he didn't figure it out. But, still her plan would have worked if he hadn't came along. Bah, didn't matter. That was then, this was now, why not. "Fine. Where we going." Sable's body relaxed. He turned and started walking. Slowly she followed. "I got a place not to far from here. Well take a cab." At least, he hoped he could, that the police hadn't put out any descriptions of him. He was going to need to change his look.
Author's Notes: The story has just begun although, it might take me longer for the next chapter.
- Linkin Hill
Disclaimer: I do not own Jon Sable Freelance in any way and I am not the original writer of his character and several others.
Chapter 2: Unlikely Friend
People loved it here, the grass always green, and the trees in full bloom. The carriage rides that traveled along the stone paths that were offered. The massive lake in the middle. All were ingredients in fueling a perfect day, commonly romance. Sometimes however it was a place for murder. And on the rare occasion it was a place to hide.
Underneath it all, Jon ran hard and fast through the underground tunnels. He had to find an exit, but that would be hard, it was the middle of the day, he couldn't just walk out of a man hole, with out being seen.
"This is going to be difficult." He pondered to himself. But he knew the tunnels well enough; just getting to the exit was the hard part.
In front of Jon Sable's house
The vast array of police cruisers and swat vans gathered everyone's attention. The media was being there vulture selves.
And in control of all the action was Captain Josh Williams of the NYPD. The two-way radio in his hand bleeped. "Sir, I think you should come see this."
"I'm on my way"
From the outside, Sable's house was beautiful, most would suspect the inside would be the same, but the swat team had turned the place over due to his escape.
Williams walked through the main entrance. The place looked like a disaster zone. Nothing sat in a regular position. Sergeant Dallas Maryk stood in the main room. "This way, sir." He turned and walked the master bedroom. Williams followed.
It was a large room, with a very large custom-made bed. A closet in the corner that was the size his wife would have adored. And a very large computer system was on the other side of the bed, beside the door that led to the master bathroom. Obviously size matter to Sable.
The sergeant nodded to one of his crew over at the closet. He it the inside or it. The bed moved sideways and a trap door revealed.
The captain walked over and lifted it up. "Where does it lead?"
"Don't know yet, but I got six men running in there."
The captain glanced back at the sergeant. "Get in touch with city hall find out where it can be exited, I want them all covered. I want it done with in the hour."
The Maryk smiled. "Way ahead of you cap, sent my men to go find before you got in here."
Williams chuckled. "Good job sergeant, keep me posted." Williams then left for his overdue press conference.
On the other side of Central Park
Sable slowly lifted the man hole cover. His eyes dilated as he moved into the sunlight. He had an apartment a little ways away; just getting there would be hard. Chances were that the police had put an all police bulletin on him.
Her growled to himself, this was going to be very difficult.
He looked around. No one's here, good. He needed something to wear; he couldn't go around New York shirtless. This is going to be very difficult.
His eyes looked around; he needed to get some clothes. He looked around. He'll do.
The man was about his size he was writing something in a notebook, a college student perhaps, didn't matter, and he just didn't need to know of his presence. Fast and silent.
He ran up to him from behind, and cracked the handle of the gun over his head. The man had lost consciences.
. "Sorry." He was, but he had no choice. He pulled out a twenty- dollar bill and put it in his notebook.
He stripped the man of his shoes and white T-shirt. He could leave now. Just hopefully no one saw him.
"Oh my god!" His heart stopped. Someone did see him. Sable slowly turned around and drew his sidearm.
It was a woman, she seemed familiar, but he couldn't place her face. Her black hair and hazel eyes were stunning. Too stunning. An image flickered in his head. "Kara?"
"Sable?" She knew him, and he knew her. God, did he ever know her, and she would rat him out if she he knew he was wanted. He thought fast.
"Come with me." He grabbed her arm and started walking. Confused and feeling threatened, she protested.
"What the hell, let go of me." She pulled back. Sable rose his gun then lowered it back down.
"Look I need your help, I can pay you when this is all over. Just please I need your help." She stared at him. Something was up. She had gotten to know him very well, before he sent her there. To that cold place. Although, she did deserve it. She just wished that, he didn't figure it out. But, still her plan would have worked if he hadn't came along. Bah, didn't matter. That was then, this was now, why not. "Fine. Where we going." Sable's body relaxed. He turned and started walking. Slowly she followed. "I got a place not to far from here. Well take a cab." At least, he hoped he could, that the police hadn't put out any descriptions of him. He was going to need to change his look.
Author's Notes: The story has just begun although, it might take me longer for the next chapter.
- Linkin Hill