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The team had been under a tremendous amount of stress as of late. It seemed there was an uptick of copycat shootings scattered about Toronto. Greg was careful to try and not let this affect him, mainly for his daughter's sake. All the undue anxiety wasn't doing her any favors. They congregated in the Briefing Room, at least to assess what they were up against.
"Okay, we've mapped out strategic points these shooters were sighted" (Greg briefed his team before laying out a sprawling map of the city onto the surface of the equally expansive table). " A commonality is they all, at one point, targeted the city hall. So we're thinking this is a political statement"
Just then he felt his daughter's tiny foot nudge his lower abdomen. She was certainly growing stronger by the day, and no doubt also displeased her living quarters were shrinking. Parker chuckles softly and briefly runs a hand over where she had moved. It was such an unreal, amazing experience. Sure, the other guys had experienced it a time or two, (or in Wordy's case, three). But to go through the process himself was indescribable. He would go so far as to say part of him wanted to delay her due date in 3 months time, just to hang onto that closeness a bit longer.
"You think they'll strike again?"
Jules asks. Parker's eyes retraced the hot spots on the map.
"It's possible. But that's why we've gotta be prep-"
Suddenly, the skull-numbing blare from the alarm drowned him out.
"Team One! Possible terrorist activity at New City Hall, West Queens Street. Suit up!"
Ed and Greg pile into the SUV, lights flashing whilst the alarm still blared. Spike, Wordy, Sam and Jules follow suit in two other squad cars. This time, it was Ed that drove, and he wasn't entirely pleased with the fact Parker was going out on a hot call in his condition.
"You're stayin' back, right? All ya gotta do is give orders. We'll take it from there"
The Sargent bit his lower lip. He wanted to say something, but now was not the time for additional drama. But then came that little part of him, just itching to counter back.
"I'll go where I'm needed, Ed. That doesn't necessarily mean I'm putting her in danger. I know my limits"
"Psh, if you say so, Boss"
Greg smirked and readjusted how he was sitting, as the sound of the police scanner droned in the background. It was becoming increasingly difficult to get comfortable, the additional weight made him feel like a small planet.
"I seem to recall a certain sniper last year that went out on hot calls until he was nearly nine months pregnant"
"Why, you little..damn, ya got me"
He couldn't help but crack a grin, whilst Parker pretended to look elsewhere. Comically whistling.
