Chapter 18

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Jack swallowed the last of his cold coffee and tossed the paper cup into the trash. After Amadi gave him the address Jack pressed him further and he revealed that Dornvald most likely would not know that he had been apprehended until he didn't show up at 6:00 a.m – the assigned rendezvous time. So he coordinated a few teams to raid the warehouse and get Dornvald.

He reviewed the entry plan for the apprehending Dornvald one last time and checked his watch: 5:37 a.m.

It had taken several hours for the search warrants to be processed because Jack wanted to make sure everything was done by the book – there was no room for error. He hated doing a dangerous raid at this hour, especially when he and two of his team members were functioning on minimal sleep, but he couldn't risk Dornvald escaping.

He hadn't felt this antsy about a situation since Sam was taken hostage at the bookstore. He glanced over to Danny who was putting on his Kevlar and looking the epitome of cool. He didn't know what he did after he left the airfield but he looked much better, like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. Jack wondered if Danny actually went home and got some sleep or if it was simply the result of kicking Amadi's ass. Whatever it was though, he looked like he had his emotions in check. He still had some doubts about whether it was too soon for him to be back but he knew that Danny needed to be here. He would if he were in his shoes. In the meantime, he would just have to keep an eye on him.

"Agent Malone, we're set." Jack glanced over at Turner and the rest of the agents in their bullet-proof vests and F.B.I. jackets. He tried to ignore the noticeable absence of two of his agents.

He nodded and said, "Let's go."

They all piled out of the unmarked vans that were parked down the block from Dornvald's hideout and made quick work of getting to the Keyser Building. Jack, Danny and Turner headed through the main entrance while Sam and a few other agents moved around to the rear and fire-escape.

The building was old and smelled like mildew and sweat. The foyer was dimly lit, which when coupled with the early morning light, made visibility almost nil.

Jack heard some noise coming from the third floor. It sounded like a telephone conversation but it since it was spoken in same language Amadi was speaking earlier he couldn't be sure what was being said.

He motioned for Danny and Turner to follow behind him. The three agents moved up the stairwell with their guns drawn when one of the steps creaked, loudly; so much for the element of surprise.

Suddenly the door to the apartment swung open emitting a burst of gunfire.

They fired back. Someone cut out of the door and head down the hall. Danny fired and the suspect fell. There were a few more shots exchanged inside the apartment and then there was silence.

Jack shouted, "F.B.I.! Dornvald, give it up! You're surrounded. Let's just end it now."

If Dornvald heard him, he didn't acknowledge it.

They continued cautiously up the stairwell and soon they were just outside the door. Turner quickly checked the fallen suspect's vitals and indicated to Jack that there was no pulse. Looking in the quiet room, they couldn't see anyone, so they pushed the door wide open and stormed in with their guns drawn.

No sign of Dornvald.

Once inside they began a methodical search, checking corners, inside closets, and behind furniture but they turned up nothing.

Suddenly Sam's voice shouted into his earpiece. "Jack, he's on the roof!" Suddenly there was more gunfire exchanged.

They ran to the window and climbed up the fire escape. Jack was just about to hit the roof when a shot was fired at him, narrowly missing his head. He ducked back down before shouting, "Dornvald! You're surrounded! Give it up!"

The only response Dornvald offered up was more gunfire.

"This is your final warning!" He screamed in Dornvald's general direction.

"We can't get on the roof this way," Danny commented while searching for an alternate route.

"Sam?" Jack spoke into his radio connected to his wrist.

"Yeah?" she replied sounding breathless.

"Can you get a clear shot?"

"No."

"Damn it." Jack thought about his next move. "Sam, I need you to draw his fire so we can get on the roof."

"Got it," she replied.

The next sound they heard was Sam shouting at Dornvald to drop his weapon and more gunfire sounded. Jack moved his head up and was able to see Dornvald's back. He had Danny and Turner move onto the roof, since they were faster on their feet, while he covered them. Sam was able to keep Dornvald occupied long enough to allow Jack to join Danny and Turner behind the building's air and heating unit.

Dornvald stopped firing and turned around to where they were previously located and started firing in that direction again.

Jack motioned for Danny and Turner to follow his lead. The team quickly moved out from behind the unit and he shouted, "Freeze! FBI! We will shoot!"

Dornvald swung around with his gun firing as all three agents fired back.

He was dead before he even hit the ground.