Chapter 4

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When Jack arrived at the scene he was greeted by flashing police lights and several news crews bucking against the crime scene tape trying to get footage for the eleven o'clock news. He wormed his way through the crowd of gawkers craning their necks in the hopes of seeing something gruesome that they could share with their co-workers over coffee in the morning.

Once Jack got past the Crime Scene Van and was able to see the car, he felt like he got a swift kick to the chest. The car was not only riddled with bullets but it was also crushed on the driver's side by a large white SUV. What in the hell happened here? He made his way past the police officers and crime scene investigators to try and get a closer look at the vehicle. Even from twenty feet away he could see Adisa's body covered by a white sheet in the backseat.

He stopped when he spotted Van Doren approaching.

"Jack, how are Taylor and Fitzgerald?"

"Don't know yet. What have you been able to piece together?" Jack needed to think about how to get whoever was responsible and not about the fact that three of his four agents were currently in the hospital.

"Well, we have two witnesses." She nodded to a couple standing on the sidewalk looking pale and shaky. "They were driving in the opposite direction. According to them, two men dressed in black, jumped out the back of a black or dark blue van, and starting shooting. They had semi-automatics."

Van Doren gave Jack a moment to let him soak in that fact. A gunshot wound is dangerous enough but being shot by a semi-automatic usually equals death. Jack wondered how it was that Danny was only hit once and Martin, who was hit three times, was even alive.

"Apparently Fitzgerald was driving and he reacted by pressing on the gas but he only hit the corner of the van before ending up in the intersection where they collided with the SUV."

"How's the driver?"

"He's fine, a little banged up but okay."

"Did he see anything?"

She shook her head and said, "Nothing beyond slamming into the car. The couple said that after the accident the two men hopped back into the van and sped off."

Jack swallowed and asked, "And Adisa Teno?"

She glanced at the backseat where Adisa sat dead. "Preliminary suggests that he took a shot directly to the forehead. He never had a chance."

Jack swallowed. "The witnesses, can they give a description of the men?"

"We have our guy working on it."

"Good." Jack walked to the car to get a closer look. When he got to the passenger door he saw blood everywhere.

Van Doren followed Jack from behind. "Jack, this isn't good. This is far from good: we have a dead prisoner, two injured agents, one whose father is the Deputy Director, and two terrorists on the loose. We need to get some answers fast."

Jack reigned in his anger before turning around to face Van Doren. "Look, these aren't just injured agents – these are MY agents, MY team. I don't give a crap about who Fitzgerald's father is – he's one of my men and I intend to find out who's responsible. I already think I know who is."

Jack walked away from Van Doren towards the artist technician where the witnesses were giving their descriptions. "Are you finished?"

"Yeah, here you go." The tech turned the monitor around so Jack could see the computer generated rendering.

"Make me a copy," Jack ordered, not even attempting to be cordial.

The tech quickly printed out the composite renderings and handed them to Jack. He gave one final look at the car before turning around to start the search for Emil Dornvald.