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Another chapter guys sorry!!! Loves! NATASHA--------------------------------------------------------------------- -
Fuller sighed as he walked down the hallway, papers in his right hand dressed in a gray suit and red tie.
"Captain Fuller Norman in the cage says there is a shortage in gun equipment, someone isn't turning in their stuff." A man replied running up to him.
"Ok, inform all units there will be a meeting at noon I want every living breathing person in this building in that room to talk about this." Fuller answered.
The man nodded and turned away.
"Captain Fuller, a request came to us, for the eighth grade to come on a field trip here and shadow some officers for shadow day." A woman replied coming up beside him.
"Put it on my desk." He answered.
"The principle needs a yes or no by 2:30 pm." she added stopping while Fuller kept walking.
"I'm on it!" He barked as he kept walking, leaving her in the busy hallway.
Fuller walked into his office, slamming the door behind him, rubbing his forehead in stress.
Suddenly a knock came on his door.
"What!!?" he answered annoyingly.
"It's Sanchez." Chris murmured.
"Come in." He said regretfully.
Chris opened the door and walked in.
"What do you want Sanchez I am very busy not to mention stressed." Fuller warned.
"My kid is here with me, is that ok?" She asked walking in and closing the door, Eliza in her hand.
Fuller looked at the small child in annoyance and was NOT wearing a happy face.
"Mommy, why is this man looking at me so mean?" She asked softly.
"Oh no hjia, this man isn't mean he's just shocked by seeing a beautiful little girl here." Chris answered quickly.
"Shocked isn't exactly the word." Fuller butted in.
"Eliza, this is mommy's boss." Chris added.
"Hey Fuller, I wanted to talk about the lockers in this locker room, ok there is a locked locker in that room that has to be unlocked and the stuff TAKEN out cause that room is STINKING!" Jim answered swinging the door open.
"JIM!!" Fuller shouted happily.
Jim gave a weird face at his boss then looked at Chris for help.
"Jim, Jim, Jim." Fuller answered putting his arm around Jim's shoulders and turning him away from the girls.
"I want you to take that little girl out of here. Get her something to eat, drink, play with, anything!" Fuller replied.
Jim glanced out his shoulder at the smiling Eliza.
"Ok." Jim answered simply.
"Yes Jim, seeing you come in here to take me out of this mess ALMOST takes my mind off of you just busting into MY office and calling me 'Fuller'" Fuller answered tightening his grip on his shoulder telling him he wasn't happy about that.
"Sorry Captain." Jim answered.
"Don't let it happen again." He advised then let go of him before taking his seat back behind his desk.
"Come on Eliza let's go find someone to bug." Jim answered picking Eliza up in his arms, winking at Chris and left the room.
Jim sat on a desk a bag of popcorn in his hands, Eliza across from him her mouth wide open. Jim threw a piece of popcorn, landing it right on her tongue.
"Nice shot Jimmy!" She squealed while she chewed it up.
"What can I say? I'm an excellent marksman." He bragged.
Suddenly Chris walked in.
"HEY stranger!" Jim replied.
"Hey Jim, Eliza." She greeted.
"So how did the lions cage treat ya?" Jim asked smiling.
"Terrible, he refuses to let me keep her here and I have to get her out of this building by 1:15pm." She groaned.
"That stinks, I'm sorry Sanchez, Fuller isn't reasonable at all." He answered.
Chris nodded in agreement then looked at her.
"Your letting my kid eat popcorn at 8:30 am?" She asked.
"No." Jim answered with his mouth full hiding the bag, making it obvious.
Chris laughed.
"Don't worry I have let her eat worse things in the morning before." Chris admitted sitting down.
"Sp watcha gonna do?" He asked.
"I dunno, the day care was closed today for some reason and I have NO one to watch Eliza. No family, no one." Chris replied running her fingers through her hair.
"I don't know how to help you there." Jim admitted.
"Me either." She answered looking at him.
"Hey guys, come on Hondo wants a meeting with us outside." Boxer answered peeking his head in the leaving.
"Great." Chris groaned.
Everyone dragged their bodies across the field, Eliza sitting perfectly on a bench in the shade next to the large building.
"Oh God." Chris answered clutching her hurting side.
"Who knew, a meeting would turn into us running as hard as we can half the day." T.J answered breathing heavily.
"Sooo hot." Jim complained sweat running down his face, he felt like his heart was going to break out of his chest.
"Ok guys go get changed and a meeting in my office." Hondo demanded opening the door for them.
"AIR CONDITION!" Jim shouted in happiness, the others, including Eliza, laughed.
They trudged to the locker room where Jim changed his shirt and jeans into a new pair. He stood in front of the sink, Chris sitting on a bench with her daughter behind him. Jim thankfully splashed water onto his hot face and wiped it with a towel.
"Mommy, I'm hungry." Eliza whined to Chris quietly.
"Honey, mommy has to go with her friends to Hondo's office, we can't get you something to eat now, can you hold on for about another hour?" Chris asked.
Eliza shook her head no.
"I'll take her to the vending machine in the cage." Jim offered turning around towards them.
"Didn't you hear Hondo, we have to meet in his office." Chris reminded him.
"Yes, and we will after I run the munchkin' down to get some grub. Tell Hondo where I'm at, I wont be long I promise." Jim winked pickings the small girl up in his arms.
"Are you sure?" Chris asked smiling.
"Positive." Jim corrected heading towards the door.
"Do you need some money!" Chris called.
"No I got cash!" Jim shouted opening the door.
"Jim! No let me at least give you some-"
I GOT IT!" Jim yelled happily as he walked out and down the hallway.
Chris laughed to herself and then turned to Deke to walk with him down to Hondo's office.
Jim and Eliza walked into the warehouse with the gun cage.
"Where is everyone?" Eliza asked him.
"Dunno, probably all out to lunch it's getting close to noon." Jim answered walking over to the candy and chip machine.
"Oh WOW! I dunno which one to get." Eliza admitted.
"Here let me show ya a secret." Jim answered smiling as he grabbed a pipe cleaner off the table. Jim stuck it up in the coin slot, moved it around the something unlatched, the door.
"WOW!" Eliza shrieked.
Jim laughed and opened the glass door to the goodies.
"Now here's the deal you can get how many you want of whatever you want but you eat it here, then we can get ya a candy bar or something and you can eat it so everyone thinks you only got one thing and not raided the vending machines. Got it?" Jim asked.
Eliza shook her head yes in understanding.
"Where did you learn how to do that Jimmy!?" She asked.
"I picked it up when I worked here and had no guns to clean or any S.W.A.T. officers to pick on." Jim answered.
Eliza giggled.
"Can you do the pop machines too!?" Eliza asked her arms filled with treats and junk food considering she was 'starving'.
"Nah, I got out of here before I could figure that one out. But I don't think you'll be needing 5 pops, huh?" He replied winking taking out his billfold and a dollar out of that.
"Nooooo." Eliza agreed.
"Good, watcha wanting sweetheart?" Jim asked inserting the dollar.
"Pepsi please." She answered.
"Pepsi it is." He answered pressing the button and before they knew it a Pepsi bottle came down and Eliza grabbed it.
She ran over to a table and sat on it, laying out her goodies and deciding which one to eat first. Jim grinned and got himself a Pepsi as well.
He unscrewed the cap as he walked behind the bars of the cage, taking a long drink.
"Red alert, Red alert, level 4 is being attacked by unknown suspects, all units report to level 3!" A fuzzy voice came over the intercom.
Jim's eyes widened then glanced at Eliza who was looking back.
"That's where mommy is." Eliza told him.
Jim licked his lips and started blankly at nothing then pointed at the table.
"Just eat your snacks Eliza." Jim replied softly.
Eliza shrugged and did as Jim asked her to do.
Jim looked down and turned around grabbing a gun and putting it on his upper body, the hoister right under his left armpit. He grabbed another and put it in front of the small of his back.
Jim looked around and grabbed the other and attached it to his right ankle the pulled his pants leg over it, hiding it.
"Tailor! Level 4 is clear!" A mans voice said.
"And casualties?" Another man asked.
"None." The original said.
Jim sighed in relief.
"Hostages?"
"Negative."
Jim again breathed easily.
"SIR THE SUSPECTS JUST ENTERED THE MOBIL UNIT AND..............OH MY GOD!" The man screamed.
Jim looked at the intercom in fear and heard a shot ring over it. He glanced down at Eliza who held a cookie in front of her, mouth her mouth quivered in fear and confusion.
"Eliza come here." Jim instructed.
Eliza did as she was told and jumped off and ran over to him, hugging his thigh.
"Ok, Eliza we got to hide the mobile unit is literally next door to this." Jim answered softly then hid her in a filing cabinet in the back hidden behind a rack of guns.
"Jimmy is mommy ok?" Eliza asked on the verge of tears.
"Mommy is fine sweetie, be more concerned about yourself. Stay here, stay quiet these bad people might come through here. Do you understand?" Jim asked.
Eliza nodded.
"Eliza, listen to me this is serious, no matter what you hear no matter what happens, DO NOT leave this hiding spot." Jim answered.
"Ok." She answered.
"Ok." He repeated getting ready to close the door.
"Wait Jimmy." She cried.
"What?" Jim asked looking at her.
"Please don't die." She said tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Oh Eliza, I'm not gonna die." Jim assured her.
"Mommy will be very upset if you die." She added.
Jim grinned weakly.
"She will huh?" He asked touching the side of her face.
Eliza nodded.
"I deal with bad people like this everyday cupcake, I'm not gonna die. I know how they think. Ok, now stay very quiet." He answered kissing the top of her head and closing the door.
Jim shot out from behind the gun rack, running fast as he took cover behind a wall, keeping his back against the wall, peering around the corner. Suddenly someone shot through the wooden door on the far right side, three men running in.
Jim's eyes widened.
"Gamble." He murmured to himself.
A cold sweat formed on the back of his neck and fear took over his body to the point his hands were shaking uncontrollably. But his mind turned from fear to rage.
"I'm gonna stop you for good Gamble." Jim hissed at himself.
Jim breathed softly once he heard footsteps coming closer and held his breath once he saw Gamble walking in front of him, without knowing he was right there.
Jim carefully pulled his gun from his hoister just in time for Gamble to whirl around and hold a gun to Jim's temple. Jim breathed heavily, his mouth slightly opened as he dropped the gun, showing Gamble his hands, sticking them up.
"Hey Jimbo, watcha gonna do with that gun?" Gamble asked.
"Nothin Gamble." Jim answered eyeing his hand that held the gun, watching his fingers.
"So what in the hell are you doing down here my brother, and be careful." Gamble replied digging the nozzle harder into his temple.
Jim groaned in pain.
"Don't lie." Gamble warned his face dangerous and dead serious.
"Raiding the snack machine." Jim answered nodding his head in that direction.
Gamble glanced over seeing the door of the machine open.
Gamble laughed lightly, not so serious anymore.
"Very nice Jimmy! Very nice! Hope you don't mind that me and my fellows go grab some food too huh?" Gamble asked.
"No, not at all, help yourself." Jim answered trying hard to control his breathing, not wanting to let Gamble know that he was afraid.
"Thanks man," Gamble said then suddenly tried to punch him. Jim moved his head out of the way and gables fist met the wall.
Jim grabbed Gambles hand with the gun and disarmed it, throwing the hunk of metal to the floor. Jim then kneed Gamble in the stomach and got out from under his body, grabbing his gun from behind his back and aiming at Gamble.
"On the floor." Jim warned.
Gamble turned around slowly, shooting Jim a death stare.
"On the floor NOW GAMBLE, I'll shoot you right between the eyes, DON'T THINK I WON'T NOW GET ON THE GROUND!" Jim yelled.
"Come ON Jimmy, you know these S.W.A.T. tactics won't work on me, I WAS S.W.A.T." Gamble answered.
Jim said nothing.
"If you think I am going to let you get away with whatever you're doing, you're wrong Gamble. I won't allow you to hurt innocent people." Jim preached.
Gamble rolled his eyes at this.
"Come ON Jim, do you actually like being a hero? Do you like being treated like crap in this facility?" Gamble asked him.
"I like my job just fine Gamble." Jim answered.
"It's not just a job anymore brother, it's personal." Gamble corrected then tackled him, pinning him on the ground, paying special attention to the wrist that held the gun, pinning it hard to the ground.
Jim clenched his teeth tightly.
"Hey Mr. Marksman! You coulda shot me right then and there and gotten rid of your problems!" Gamble pointed out.
Jim did as well; he was just praying Gamble wouldn't realize it too.
"I know. I couldn't bring myself to shoot you, I couldn't shoot you Gamble, and it's a shame you could stand to shoot me." Jim admitted trying to push him off.
"That's why it SUCKS to be the hero doesn't it Jimmy boy? YOUR EMOTIONS MAKE YOU WEAK!" Gamble hissed moving his face closer to his former friend.
Jim did nothing but clench his behind his pierced lips.
"Now I though S.W.A.T. training took care of that." Gamble added onto his comment.
"No matter WHAT kinda training you do in you life Brian, you can never get rid of your emotions." Jim admitted.
Suddenly Jim sent Gamble flying over his head, taking the advantage that he was free he jumped to his feet.
Gamble jumped to his feet as well, not wanting to get on the ground or venerable.
Jim then jumped up; grabbing a pair of hooks on the ceiling and kicked Brain back in the chest. Gamble groaned and stumbled back. Jim jumped back onto the ground and punched Gamble hardly in the mouth then kicked the back of his kneecaps, sending Brain to his knees. Brian didn't spend long on his knees though but just as soon as he got up Jim grabbed his arm and swung him into the wall, pounding his head against the concrete.
Jim grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him off the wall just to do another punch and caused Brian Gamble to hit back first on the ground. Jim then ran over to the wall and smashed the glass of a small box with his elbow. He then pushed a button, setting off an alarm.
"You think you got everything under control now huh?" Gamble asked chuckling, his chest heaving up and down.
"No, expect the unexpected always until you get out of the situation." Jim quoted.
"Rule number one in S.W.A.T" Gamble added smiling.
"Remember the days when we suffered carrying our BUTTS trying to be the best we could on that S.W.A.T team?" Gamble asked.
"We were the best." Jim corrected.
"Yea cause we worked our butts off, and we took a lot of abuse. Physically and mentally and what did we get for it Jimmy huh? Nothing! We get nothing! And SOMETIMES even what we did wasn't good enough, and we got more lectures, all for what?" Gamble asked him.
"For the knowledge that you helped someone live, you protected them from death, that's what you get." Jim answered.
"That's worth bull crap." Gamble answered sitting up blood running from his lip.
"You need to get your priorities in order partner." Jim answered.
Suddenly Jim felt something cold on the back of his head. Jim moved his eyes as far to the left as he could, trying to look behind him without turning his head.
He heard Gamble snicker and if Brian snickered he must be proud about something so Jim figured one of his black friends was holding a gun to him.
"Pride bigger than your brains brother? On your knees." Gamble commanded.
Jim glared at him but slowly hit one knee then hit the other and raised his hands and put them on top of his head.
"VVVEERY impressive Jimmy, brains. I didn't even have to tell you to put your hands on your head." Gamble pointed out.
"Well Brian, I knew you were going to tell me to do that sooner or later, S.W.A.T. tactic, you don't actually believe that I would think that you would throw all those years of training behind you. Plus you probably wanna watch my hands and this is the best way to do it." Jim analyzed.
"Very good!" He answered walking over to the alarm and pushing it again, turning it off.
"Hey Brain, look what I found." Another black man replied walking out with Eliza, almost causing Jim's heart to stop.
"And what do we have here Jimbo, someone we know?" Gamble asked looking at Jim.
"Don't hurt her please." Jim begged.
"Oh, so we DO know her huh?" Gamble asked looking at the little girl.
"What's your name sweetie?" Gamble asked bending down beside her.
"Eliza." She said softly in fear.
"Eliza, do you know Jim?" Gamble asked.
Eliza nodded.
"Please don't hurt Jimmy." Eliza added.
"Don't hurt Jimmy?" Gamble repeated to see if he heard her right since she was speaking so softly.
Eliza nodded,
"Can't promise anything." Gamble admitted then stood up.
Eliza then ran up to Jim and hugged his waist, hanging on for dear life.
Jim glared at Gamble who just grinned at the sight.
"How do you know a little girl like that anyhow?" Gamble asked.
"She's my girlfriends kid." Jim answered not wanting to tell him that it was the daughter of one of his crush and a S.W.A.T. team member. If he'd say that Gamble might kill her.
"Lara has a kid?" Gamble asked.
"I'm not with Lara anymore." Jim answered.
"Ohh, shame, you were really a pimp with her huh man?" Gamble asked smiling.
Jim rolled his eyes
"WE HAVE THE BULDING SURROUNDED, COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" Someone shouted in a megaphone.
"Bring me the kid." Gamble ordered to them.
They did as they were told and Gamble put a hand on her small bony shoulder. Eliza looked over at Jim, giving him a look, begging him to tell her what to do.
"Just do what he tells you too Eliza." Jim answered her.
Gamble looked over at him.
"Huh?" He asked.
"I am telling Eliza what to do, she's terrified." Jim answered.
Gamble looked down at her, and then returned his gaze to a window.
"We have to get out of here, now. Chain my friend there to the desk." Gamble replied pulling a gun out and putting it to Eliza's head, scaring her even more.
"WHAT!? So you're going to use her as your hostage!?" Jim shouted.
Gamble thought.
"No." Gamble finalized then moved the gun aiming at him.
"I'm gonna use you." Gambled growled smiling evilly at him.
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Fuller sighed as he walked down the hallway, papers in his right hand dressed in a gray suit and red tie.
"Captain Fuller Norman in the cage says there is a shortage in gun equipment, someone isn't turning in their stuff." A man replied running up to him.
"Ok, inform all units there will be a meeting at noon I want every living breathing person in this building in that room to talk about this." Fuller answered.
The man nodded and turned away.
"Captain Fuller, a request came to us, for the eighth grade to come on a field trip here and shadow some officers for shadow day." A woman replied coming up beside him.
"Put it on my desk." He answered.
"The principle needs a yes or no by 2:30 pm." she added stopping while Fuller kept walking.
"I'm on it!" He barked as he kept walking, leaving her in the busy hallway.
Fuller walked into his office, slamming the door behind him, rubbing his forehead in stress.
Suddenly a knock came on his door.
"What!!?" he answered annoyingly.
"It's Sanchez." Chris murmured.
"Come in." He said regretfully.
Chris opened the door and walked in.
"What do you want Sanchez I am very busy not to mention stressed." Fuller warned.
"My kid is here with me, is that ok?" She asked walking in and closing the door, Eliza in her hand.
Fuller looked at the small child in annoyance and was NOT wearing a happy face.
"Mommy, why is this man looking at me so mean?" She asked softly.
"Oh no hjia, this man isn't mean he's just shocked by seeing a beautiful little girl here." Chris answered quickly.
"Shocked isn't exactly the word." Fuller butted in.
"Eliza, this is mommy's boss." Chris added.
"Hey Fuller, I wanted to talk about the lockers in this locker room, ok there is a locked locker in that room that has to be unlocked and the stuff TAKEN out cause that room is STINKING!" Jim answered swinging the door open.
"JIM!!" Fuller shouted happily.
Jim gave a weird face at his boss then looked at Chris for help.
"Jim, Jim, Jim." Fuller answered putting his arm around Jim's shoulders and turning him away from the girls.
"I want you to take that little girl out of here. Get her something to eat, drink, play with, anything!" Fuller replied.
Jim glanced out his shoulder at the smiling Eliza.
"Ok." Jim answered simply.
"Yes Jim, seeing you come in here to take me out of this mess ALMOST takes my mind off of you just busting into MY office and calling me 'Fuller'" Fuller answered tightening his grip on his shoulder telling him he wasn't happy about that.
"Sorry Captain." Jim answered.
"Don't let it happen again." He advised then let go of him before taking his seat back behind his desk.
"Come on Eliza let's go find someone to bug." Jim answered picking Eliza up in his arms, winking at Chris and left the room.
Jim sat on a desk a bag of popcorn in his hands, Eliza across from him her mouth wide open. Jim threw a piece of popcorn, landing it right on her tongue.
"Nice shot Jimmy!" She squealed while she chewed it up.
"What can I say? I'm an excellent marksman." He bragged.
Suddenly Chris walked in.
"HEY stranger!" Jim replied.
"Hey Jim, Eliza." She greeted.
"So how did the lions cage treat ya?" Jim asked smiling.
"Terrible, he refuses to let me keep her here and I have to get her out of this building by 1:15pm." She groaned.
"That stinks, I'm sorry Sanchez, Fuller isn't reasonable at all." He answered.
Chris nodded in agreement then looked at her.
"Your letting my kid eat popcorn at 8:30 am?" She asked.
"No." Jim answered with his mouth full hiding the bag, making it obvious.
Chris laughed.
"Don't worry I have let her eat worse things in the morning before." Chris admitted sitting down.
"Sp watcha gonna do?" He asked.
"I dunno, the day care was closed today for some reason and I have NO one to watch Eliza. No family, no one." Chris replied running her fingers through her hair.
"I don't know how to help you there." Jim admitted.
"Me either." She answered looking at him.
"Hey guys, come on Hondo wants a meeting with us outside." Boxer answered peeking his head in the leaving.
"Great." Chris groaned.
Everyone dragged their bodies across the field, Eliza sitting perfectly on a bench in the shade next to the large building.
"Oh God." Chris answered clutching her hurting side.
"Who knew, a meeting would turn into us running as hard as we can half the day." T.J answered breathing heavily.
"Sooo hot." Jim complained sweat running down his face, he felt like his heart was going to break out of his chest.
"Ok guys go get changed and a meeting in my office." Hondo demanded opening the door for them.
"AIR CONDITION!" Jim shouted in happiness, the others, including Eliza, laughed.
They trudged to the locker room where Jim changed his shirt and jeans into a new pair. He stood in front of the sink, Chris sitting on a bench with her daughter behind him. Jim thankfully splashed water onto his hot face and wiped it with a towel.
"Mommy, I'm hungry." Eliza whined to Chris quietly.
"Honey, mommy has to go with her friends to Hondo's office, we can't get you something to eat now, can you hold on for about another hour?" Chris asked.
Eliza shook her head no.
"I'll take her to the vending machine in the cage." Jim offered turning around towards them.
"Didn't you hear Hondo, we have to meet in his office." Chris reminded him.
"Yes, and we will after I run the munchkin' down to get some grub. Tell Hondo where I'm at, I wont be long I promise." Jim winked pickings the small girl up in his arms.
"Are you sure?" Chris asked smiling.
"Positive." Jim corrected heading towards the door.
"Do you need some money!" Chris called.
"No I got cash!" Jim shouted opening the door.
"Jim! No let me at least give you some-"
I GOT IT!" Jim yelled happily as he walked out and down the hallway.
Chris laughed to herself and then turned to Deke to walk with him down to Hondo's office.
Jim and Eliza walked into the warehouse with the gun cage.
"Where is everyone?" Eliza asked him.
"Dunno, probably all out to lunch it's getting close to noon." Jim answered walking over to the candy and chip machine.
"Oh WOW! I dunno which one to get." Eliza admitted.
"Here let me show ya a secret." Jim answered smiling as he grabbed a pipe cleaner off the table. Jim stuck it up in the coin slot, moved it around the something unlatched, the door.
"WOW!" Eliza shrieked.
Jim laughed and opened the glass door to the goodies.
"Now here's the deal you can get how many you want of whatever you want but you eat it here, then we can get ya a candy bar or something and you can eat it so everyone thinks you only got one thing and not raided the vending machines. Got it?" Jim asked.
Eliza shook her head yes in understanding.
"Where did you learn how to do that Jimmy!?" She asked.
"I picked it up when I worked here and had no guns to clean or any S.W.A.T. officers to pick on." Jim answered.
Eliza giggled.
"Can you do the pop machines too!?" Eliza asked her arms filled with treats and junk food considering she was 'starving'.
"Nah, I got out of here before I could figure that one out. But I don't think you'll be needing 5 pops, huh?" He replied winking taking out his billfold and a dollar out of that.
"Nooooo." Eliza agreed.
"Good, watcha wanting sweetheart?" Jim asked inserting the dollar.
"Pepsi please." She answered.
"Pepsi it is." He answered pressing the button and before they knew it a Pepsi bottle came down and Eliza grabbed it.
She ran over to a table and sat on it, laying out her goodies and deciding which one to eat first. Jim grinned and got himself a Pepsi as well.
He unscrewed the cap as he walked behind the bars of the cage, taking a long drink.
"Red alert, Red alert, level 4 is being attacked by unknown suspects, all units report to level 3!" A fuzzy voice came over the intercom.
Jim's eyes widened then glanced at Eliza who was looking back.
"That's where mommy is." Eliza told him.
Jim licked his lips and started blankly at nothing then pointed at the table.
"Just eat your snacks Eliza." Jim replied softly.
Eliza shrugged and did as Jim asked her to do.
Jim looked down and turned around grabbing a gun and putting it on his upper body, the hoister right under his left armpit. He grabbed another and put it in front of the small of his back.
Jim looked around and grabbed the other and attached it to his right ankle the pulled his pants leg over it, hiding it.
"Tailor! Level 4 is clear!" A mans voice said.
"And casualties?" Another man asked.
"None." The original said.
Jim sighed in relief.
"Hostages?"
"Negative."
Jim again breathed easily.
"SIR THE SUSPECTS JUST ENTERED THE MOBIL UNIT AND..............OH MY GOD!" The man screamed.
Jim looked at the intercom in fear and heard a shot ring over it. He glanced down at Eliza who held a cookie in front of her, mouth her mouth quivered in fear and confusion.
"Eliza come here." Jim instructed.
Eliza did as she was told and jumped off and ran over to him, hugging his thigh.
"Ok, Eliza we got to hide the mobile unit is literally next door to this." Jim answered softly then hid her in a filing cabinet in the back hidden behind a rack of guns.
"Jimmy is mommy ok?" Eliza asked on the verge of tears.
"Mommy is fine sweetie, be more concerned about yourself. Stay here, stay quiet these bad people might come through here. Do you understand?" Jim asked.
Eliza nodded.
"Eliza, listen to me this is serious, no matter what you hear no matter what happens, DO NOT leave this hiding spot." Jim answered.
"Ok." She answered.
"Ok." He repeated getting ready to close the door.
"Wait Jimmy." She cried.
"What?" Jim asked looking at her.
"Please don't die." She said tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Oh Eliza, I'm not gonna die." Jim assured her.
"Mommy will be very upset if you die." She added.
Jim grinned weakly.
"She will huh?" He asked touching the side of her face.
Eliza nodded.
"I deal with bad people like this everyday cupcake, I'm not gonna die. I know how they think. Ok, now stay very quiet." He answered kissing the top of her head and closing the door.
Jim shot out from behind the gun rack, running fast as he took cover behind a wall, keeping his back against the wall, peering around the corner. Suddenly someone shot through the wooden door on the far right side, three men running in.
Jim's eyes widened.
"Gamble." He murmured to himself.
A cold sweat formed on the back of his neck and fear took over his body to the point his hands were shaking uncontrollably. But his mind turned from fear to rage.
"I'm gonna stop you for good Gamble." Jim hissed at himself.
Jim breathed softly once he heard footsteps coming closer and held his breath once he saw Gamble walking in front of him, without knowing he was right there.
Jim carefully pulled his gun from his hoister just in time for Gamble to whirl around and hold a gun to Jim's temple. Jim breathed heavily, his mouth slightly opened as he dropped the gun, showing Gamble his hands, sticking them up.
"Hey Jimbo, watcha gonna do with that gun?" Gamble asked.
"Nothin Gamble." Jim answered eyeing his hand that held the gun, watching his fingers.
"So what in the hell are you doing down here my brother, and be careful." Gamble replied digging the nozzle harder into his temple.
Jim groaned in pain.
"Don't lie." Gamble warned his face dangerous and dead serious.
"Raiding the snack machine." Jim answered nodding his head in that direction.
Gamble glanced over seeing the door of the machine open.
Gamble laughed lightly, not so serious anymore.
"Very nice Jimmy! Very nice! Hope you don't mind that me and my fellows go grab some food too huh?" Gamble asked.
"No, not at all, help yourself." Jim answered trying hard to control his breathing, not wanting to let Gamble know that he was afraid.
"Thanks man," Gamble said then suddenly tried to punch him. Jim moved his head out of the way and gables fist met the wall.
Jim grabbed Gambles hand with the gun and disarmed it, throwing the hunk of metal to the floor. Jim then kneed Gamble in the stomach and got out from under his body, grabbing his gun from behind his back and aiming at Gamble.
"On the floor." Jim warned.
Gamble turned around slowly, shooting Jim a death stare.
"On the floor NOW GAMBLE, I'll shoot you right between the eyes, DON'T THINK I WON'T NOW GET ON THE GROUND!" Jim yelled.
"Come ON Jimmy, you know these S.W.A.T. tactics won't work on me, I WAS S.W.A.T." Gamble answered.
Jim said nothing.
"If you think I am going to let you get away with whatever you're doing, you're wrong Gamble. I won't allow you to hurt innocent people." Jim preached.
Gamble rolled his eyes at this.
"Come ON Jim, do you actually like being a hero? Do you like being treated like crap in this facility?" Gamble asked him.
"I like my job just fine Gamble." Jim answered.
"It's not just a job anymore brother, it's personal." Gamble corrected then tackled him, pinning him on the ground, paying special attention to the wrist that held the gun, pinning it hard to the ground.
Jim clenched his teeth tightly.
"Hey Mr. Marksman! You coulda shot me right then and there and gotten rid of your problems!" Gamble pointed out.
Jim did as well; he was just praying Gamble wouldn't realize it too.
"I know. I couldn't bring myself to shoot you, I couldn't shoot you Gamble, and it's a shame you could stand to shoot me." Jim admitted trying to push him off.
"That's why it SUCKS to be the hero doesn't it Jimmy boy? YOUR EMOTIONS MAKE YOU WEAK!" Gamble hissed moving his face closer to his former friend.
Jim did nothing but clench his behind his pierced lips.
"Now I though S.W.A.T. training took care of that." Gamble added onto his comment.
"No matter WHAT kinda training you do in you life Brian, you can never get rid of your emotions." Jim admitted.
Suddenly Jim sent Gamble flying over his head, taking the advantage that he was free he jumped to his feet.
Gamble jumped to his feet as well, not wanting to get on the ground or venerable.
Jim then jumped up; grabbing a pair of hooks on the ceiling and kicked Brain back in the chest. Gamble groaned and stumbled back. Jim jumped back onto the ground and punched Gamble hardly in the mouth then kicked the back of his kneecaps, sending Brain to his knees. Brian didn't spend long on his knees though but just as soon as he got up Jim grabbed his arm and swung him into the wall, pounding his head against the concrete.
Jim grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him off the wall just to do another punch and caused Brian Gamble to hit back first on the ground. Jim then ran over to the wall and smashed the glass of a small box with his elbow. He then pushed a button, setting off an alarm.
"You think you got everything under control now huh?" Gamble asked chuckling, his chest heaving up and down.
"No, expect the unexpected always until you get out of the situation." Jim quoted.
"Rule number one in S.W.A.T" Gamble added smiling.
"Remember the days when we suffered carrying our BUTTS trying to be the best we could on that S.W.A.T team?" Gamble asked.
"We were the best." Jim corrected.
"Yea cause we worked our butts off, and we took a lot of abuse. Physically and mentally and what did we get for it Jimmy huh? Nothing! We get nothing! And SOMETIMES even what we did wasn't good enough, and we got more lectures, all for what?" Gamble asked him.
"For the knowledge that you helped someone live, you protected them from death, that's what you get." Jim answered.
"That's worth bull crap." Gamble answered sitting up blood running from his lip.
"You need to get your priorities in order partner." Jim answered.
Suddenly Jim felt something cold on the back of his head. Jim moved his eyes as far to the left as he could, trying to look behind him without turning his head.
He heard Gamble snicker and if Brian snickered he must be proud about something so Jim figured one of his black friends was holding a gun to him.
"Pride bigger than your brains brother? On your knees." Gamble commanded.
Jim glared at him but slowly hit one knee then hit the other and raised his hands and put them on top of his head.
"VVVEERY impressive Jimmy, brains. I didn't even have to tell you to put your hands on your head." Gamble pointed out.
"Well Brian, I knew you were going to tell me to do that sooner or later, S.W.A.T. tactic, you don't actually believe that I would think that you would throw all those years of training behind you. Plus you probably wanna watch my hands and this is the best way to do it." Jim analyzed.
"Very good!" He answered walking over to the alarm and pushing it again, turning it off.
"Hey Brain, look what I found." Another black man replied walking out with Eliza, almost causing Jim's heart to stop.
"And what do we have here Jimbo, someone we know?" Gamble asked looking at Jim.
"Don't hurt her please." Jim begged.
"Oh, so we DO know her huh?" Gamble asked looking at the little girl.
"What's your name sweetie?" Gamble asked bending down beside her.
"Eliza." She said softly in fear.
"Eliza, do you know Jim?" Gamble asked.
Eliza nodded.
"Please don't hurt Jimmy." Eliza added.
"Don't hurt Jimmy?" Gamble repeated to see if he heard her right since she was speaking so softly.
Eliza nodded,
"Can't promise anything." Gamble admitted then stood up.
Eliza then ran up to Jim and hugged his waist, hanging on for dear life.
Jim glared at Gamble who just grinned at the sight.
"How do you know a little girl like that anyhow?" Gamble asked.
"She's my girlfriends kid." Jim answered not wanting to tell him that it was the daughter of one of his crush and a S.W.A.T. team member. If he'd say that Gamble might kill her.
"Lara has a kid?" Gamble asked.
"I'm not with Lara anymore." Jim answered.
"Ohh, shame, you were really a pimp with her huh man?" Gamble asked smiling.
Jim rolled his eyes
"WE HAVE THE BULDING SURROUNDED, COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" Someone shouted in a megaphone.
"Bring me the kid." Gamble ordered to them.
They did as they were told and Gamble put a hand on her small bony shoulder. Eliza looked over at Jim, giving him a look, begging him to tell her what to do.
"Just do what he tells you too Eliza." Jim answered her.
Gamble looked over at him.
"Huh?" He asked.
"I am telling Eliza what to do, she's terrified." Jim answered.
Gamble looked down at her, and then returned his gaze to a window.
"We have to get out of here, now. Chain my friend there to the desk." Gamble replied pulling a gun out and putting it to Eliza's head, scaring her even more.
"WHAT!? So you're going to use her as your hostage!?" Jim shouted.
Gamble thought.
"No." Gamble finalized then moved the gun aiming at him.
"I'm gonna use you." Gambled growled smiling evilly at him.