Los Angeles's Finest
Chapter 2
Jordan ran a hand through her black hair, attempting to get it out of her face as she read the book in her lap. After another minute of attempted reading, she set the book down on the nightstand next to her, looking around the hotel room that she and Rob were sharing. It wasn't much – just two queen beds, a TV, some drawers, and a bathroom – but they were only staying for one night before taking the flight to Miami, Florida. Yawning, she tossed one of her pillows to the other side of the bed. She reached up and flicked the light off, closing her eyes as the shower stopped in the bathroom. Jordan was fast asleep by the time Rob crawled into bed.
Jordan looked behind her, seeing 2 of her 5 team members behind her, each tightly gripping the handles on their P90s. They looked toward her with complete confidence. They were in the air vent, each trying not to make enough noise to alert the criminals in the hotel lobby downstairs. Once she reached the vent, she carefully removed the cover, wincing at the small creak. She surveyed the situation downstairs. There were three men, in ski masks. Jordan nodded at one of the teammates and they passed her the Covert Sniper that she had ordered them to grab. Carefully making no noise, she started to aim for the first one. He was shoving a gun into a young girl's head, screaming and whirling around.
As she shot, the sniper jerked backward from the force, and the end slammed against the wall of the air duct. She swore as he turned around, jerking up the girl. In the spilt second before the shot hit, she assessed any traits that could pick him out from a crowd. Frizzy blonde hair to his shoulders, a large nose, muscular build… And smarter than she gave him credit for. He lifted the girl up higher. The bullet pierced the girl's chest, and went completely through her, the bullet hitting against his stomach enough for him to need hospital care.
Shocked and guilty, she was still able to bark orders to her teammates downstairs. They ran out, trying to get the other two criminals to surrender. Jordan shimmied through the vent, landing behind the concierge desk. The two behind her followed her example, running out and pointing guns at the standing two. None of them noticed that the man that had used the girl as a shield was only playing dead. He lifted his pistol as Jordan shouted at one of the men, took careful aim and fired. The bullet hit one of the men on the team in the back of the neck, killing him. Jordan turned around, shooting 3 rounds, but he rolled, stood up and dodged the bullets. Distracted by him, the two members holding the 3rd criminal weren't paying much attention to him. He stood up, grabbing one woman's arm, pulling her hand so the trigger was pulled back and the bullet burst into her partner's leg. Ripping the gun from her hands, he fired at her 3 times. The first two hit her chest, but the Kevlar withstood, so the bullets only created scratches. The woman was able to rip out her other side arm and sink in a few rounds, killing him. As the 2nd guy was about to stand up, Jordan's 2IC (2nd in command) killed him. The leader was still firing at Jordan, and she was firing back, along with her two remaining teammates.
One of the leader's bullets hit the woman who had killed the 2nd man in the thigh, breaking a main artery that flowed through. No one noticed that there was another criminal, hiding in with the hostages. He took aim on Jordan, and fired. The bullet hit her on the left arm, where the Kevlar didn't protect her. She stumbled backward, still firing at the now-fleeing leader. The fourth man leapt up, following the first man.
Just before she passed out, Jordan looked down at the little girl. Blood had spilt all around her, forming a red halo around her, her eyes wide with pain.
Jordan let out a strangled yell, jerking her body, flashing her eyes open, in a panic before she realized that it wasn't really happening, and she was looking into darkness. She tried to calm her breathing, but the girl's face didn't seem to move, just stared at her back in the darkness.
"J?" Rob mumbled sleepily from the other bed as he stood up, feeling his way toward her. He flicked on the light as soon as he reached it. Jordan was staring fearfully into the shadows in front of her, her skin glistening with sweat, the covers balled tightly beneath her fists. He sat beside her, rubbing her back gently until her breathing calmed down, trying to convince her that it was all a dream. She still shook, her eyes closing slightly as she leaned onto him. He wrapped his arms around her, setting his chin on her head. She didn't offer him any explanation, and he didn't ask for one. An hour later, they fell asleep like that, Jordan trying to shake the nightmare, pushing away the thought that she'd seen the leader after the incident that caused her to quit the force.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter was boring. Update a better one later. Review!