AN: See Chapter 1 for disclaimer. Based on research of Army Special Force teams and rank, I am making Bobby a Captain (all SO teams are led by them) since I cannot for the life of me figure out what his rank is, if we've been told. And, due to the cast list on IMDb, I have changed the spelling of Sunny's name to Sonny. Also, is Sonny's secretary's name Ashley? In this story it is, but if someone knows her secretary's real name, please let me know. Please read and review! Happy reading!
! ERING ! - time break
/ name / - POV change
'blah, blah, blah' - thoughts
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Cops and Robbers: Chapter 3
Written by: crazyames
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/ Author /
JT carefully parallel parked a block away from the bank, making sure his service revolver was safely locked in the glove compartment before exiting and locking his car. Softly whistling an upbeat tune, he walked towards the bank doors, holding them open for a young pregnant woman. Upon entering the building, noting the exits and guard's location, JT noticed the line of six in front of him and resigned himself to the boring wait.
The front doors opened, soon followed by an amused voice. "Don't people normally sleep in on their days off?"
Turning to face his new companion, JT smirked, "Good morning to you, too, Miss Liston. Shouldn't you be at work?"
"I wish; I was unable to reach the bank before it closed yesterday," Sonny commented, annoyed as she checked her watch. "Why are you here so early?"
"I couldn't sleep. Guess I'm just used to waking up at the crack of dawn," JT said, taking notice of three newcomers. "You have your cell phone with you?"
"Yes. Why?" Sonny asked, confused at the unexpected question.
"Take it out, like it's vibrating, and answer it. Start walking towards the doors, say something about poor reception," JT ordered calmly.
"What is going on, Major?" Sonny demanded quietly.
"Well, Sonny, those guys over there are packing. I have a feeling that something's going to happen. Now, go to your car and wait a few minutes. The person at the front of the line is almost done. If no one comes out, call for help. Can you do that?" he replied, discretely nodding his head in the direction of the latest arrivals.
"Alright." Reaching into her purse, Sonny pulled out her flip-phone and opened it. "Hello?...Yes, Ashley. Tell Steven, Aaron, and Eli that I'll be in the office soon…What?...Hold on, let me go outside, you're breaking up." As she was saying the last bit, Sonny began edging towards the doors. With only a few steps left, her cell phone began to ring.
One of the newcomers narrowed his eyes at Sonny and then all three nameless men pulled out guns, the leader shouting, "EVERYBODY DOWN NOW!"
Stalking towards the frozen Sonny, the leader grabbed her arm and ordered her to answer the phone. "Hello? ……… Hi Steven. ……… Ashley didn't tell you? I told her to push my appointments back an hour. ……… I had to stop by the bank and make a deposit. ……… No, I can't come right away. I'm a little held up at th..." The leader ripped the phone from her hand and threw it on the floor, shooting it to smithereens and cutting off Steven's questions. "Tryin' to be smart, are ya? That was your only warning, lady," he commented before shoving her back towards the bank customers.
/ JT /
As the men drew their guns, careful to cover the guard and pocket his pistol, I slowly took out my cell phone, grateful for once to have it on silent. Keeping my eyes on the leader and Sonny, I began to type a txt message to Bobby, falling back on my SO team's codes. Without making any sudden movements, I typed out '911' and sent it, knowing Bobby would understand. Not turning it off, I put my phone in my whole-y pocket – an old trick from my SO days; cut out the end of your pocket and sew in a hidden pouch, that way you can hide stuff without captors finding them.
Carefully scanning my surroundings and enemies, I took in the drawn blinds and futileness of any escape attempts at this time. Turning my eyes towards our jailers I appraised their strengths and weaknesses, naming them appropriately. 'The young one looked smug and proud, like they had already gotten away Scott clean; he looked to be in relatively good shape but no match for me. Vic for victorious. Next was the jittery one, Terry; he's probably the smart one whose job is to get the vault open or something so he shouldn't be a problem. Mr. Leader could be a problem though; looks strong and trained, maybe ex-military or police.' Suddenly, he rips Sonny's phone from her and shoots, tightens his grip on her arm as he threatens her, and then throws her away like a rag doll.
I reach forward to steady Sonny, all the while wishing she'd made it outside to safety. "You ok?" I whispered. "I've been better. What are we going to do? If they find out who we are, what we do, and where we work, they're going to have a field day!" she exclaimed in low tones. "We've just got to hope that doesn't happen. Do you have your ID on you?" I questioned. "No, it's in my briefcase which is in my car," she replied. "Good. I've got mine but it's hidden. I also got a quick message through to Bobby. Help should be here soon, we've just gotta sit tight," I reassured her, seeing the fear in her eyes.
! ERING !
10 minutes before the "hostile take-over"
Pentagon: Outer most ring
/ Author /
"Sir?" Pierce says, getting McNulty's attention. "Yes?" "Secretary Algazi is wondering whether or not you have seen or heard from Ms. Liston, sir" the Master Sergeant stated. "She's not in her office?" "Apparently not, sir," she replied respectfully. "Tell Steven that I don't have a clue where she might be." "Yes, sir."
Finishing his shaving and returning to his desk, a few minutes pass until Pierce interrupts him once again. "Yes, Pierce?" "Sir, Captain Wilkerson is on the phone for you, line 2, sir." Picking up his phone, McNulty answers, "This is Col. McNulty. ……… Yes, Capt. ……... I see. ……… You think that Tisnewski is in trouble because he sent you a message like he used to before starting his job here at the Pentagon. ……… Alright, I'll have Pierce locate his cell phone. Hold on. Pierce!"
"Yes, sir?" "Run a search on Major Tisnewski's cell phone. Captain Wilkerson thinks he might be in trouble." "I'll get right on it, sir." McNulty waited impatiently for a minute, looking up as Pierce returned. "According to the trace, the Major's at the First National Bank on 53rd street, sir." "Thanks." Taking his phone off hold, he repeated this to Bobby. "I don't think Tisnewski is in any trouble, son. He's probably just running some errands since he's off today. There's nothing to worry…" Running feet interrupted his sentence as a haggard Assistant Secretary of Defense for Special Ops Steven Algazi appeared in McNulty's office door.
"Samantha's in trouble. I called her and she told me she went to the bank. Then she stopped midsentence and her phone went dead. I think I heard a gunshot just before it died though," Steven rushed out without stop. Cocking his head, McNulty was quiet for a moment before asking which bank she used. "She said her secretary, Ashley, knew she was going to be late. She might know," Steven uttered. "………" "Pierce, call Sonny's secretary and find out which bank she uses. Captain? You may be right about Tisnewski being in trouble." "Sirs? Ms. Liston uses the First National Bank on 53rd street." "Pierce, call the locals and tell them we have shots fired at the First National Bank on 53rd street. Captain, get down here ASAP and bring your team with you. If I'm not mistaken, Major Tisnewski and Sonny have been caught in a bank robbery."