Sorry for not updating sooner...my pesky brother had the computer and whenever I had it, he'd steal it back when I left it for like three seconds. The bad thing about having it his room. Anyway...to the story!
------------Faith paced anxiously in the little diner they had just taken control of. She was waiting for Miller's men who were due in three minutes. She checked her watch, make that two. She walked outside and looked around. No sign of squads or buses that the cops would arrive in. Then a sound came to her ears, one that she didn't really hear that often. A helicopter circled over head then lowered to the ground. It hovered about two feet from the street. Faith watched in disbelief as about ten men and women scrambled out of the helicopter. The chopper pulled up quickly as another unfamiliar sound rang in her ears. She turned to see five horses come galloping at three of her officers, including Davis and Monroe. They quickly ran out of the way. The horses headed for a squad and they jumped it clearing it easily. The riders dismounted and led their horses to Miller who had just appeared.
"Great job everyone. And you're a minute early, perfect!" Miller turned and smiled at Faith who shrugged back. "Okay team, you've all worked with each other at one point or another, so you know that I mean business. We've got children inside, lots of 'em. It's going to be your job to help get them out safely. There's one more thing that's of importance, Officer Boscorelli, your commanding officers partner is captured and currently being tortured within the building. He's in bad shape and needs medical attention. Okay, now I'll turn you over to Officer Yokas."
Faith walked up to them and gave them the scoop. They listened intently and then were introduced to the other six members of the team. Faith was happy that they all cooperated, it was going to be dangerous. ----------------------------------------
Bosco got up from his chair slowly, but the pressure on his knee made his leg give out. He slipped to the floor and winced in pain. Pulling himself up again, he hopped on one leg to the hallway. He seemed to have caught on to how the grades lined up and headed to where the older kids were. He slid into the 8th graders room and they all looked at him in amazement. The men that stood guard inside, left to take control of the other surrounding rooms and the hall. Bosco sighed a relief, but the pain in his leg proved to be too intense when he felt himself start to fall. He clenched his eyes shut and waited for the ground to come rushing upon him, but it never came as he felt hands grab his arms. He opened his eyes to see two girls and a boy help him to a chair.
"Thanks." They set him down and rejoined the group. "You're all probably wondering who I am, aren't you?"
Most of the class started to say yes when all of a sudden a boy stood up, "You're Officer Bosco. I saw a news report on you." All the kids turned and looked at their classmate. He looked at them, "He was the officer that got shot four times and survived when the terrorists tried to take over the hospital." A series of ohhh's went through the room and Bosco smiled.
"Yeah, that's me."
"I thought you were dead. They said you got shot in the back and in your face. I would've died if that happened to me." A girl sitting in the corner said.
"Shut up Julie." One of the boys snapped.
"Don't tell her to shut up. She has the same right to talk as you do." Bosco turned to her. "I did die."
"You did?" She said almost as if she didn't believe what she had said the first time.
"Yeah, but my partner brought me back to life."
"Wow. He must really be a good friend." A boy said.
"Yeah, she is. She's right outside right now, trying to figure out how to get these guys into jail."
"It's not that hard." A red haired boy stood up and walked over to the chalkboard. He started to draw something and Bosco realized that it was the school. "There's a series of ways out of this building and secret exits that our class has found within various areas."
"Mark's our planner. We call him SMAT."
"SMAT?" Bosco asked Julie.
"Special Mark and Tactics. It works."
Bosco smiled, "Erase that. Write your plans on a piece of paper. I think we can get out of here. But first, did anyone in here graduate first aid?" About seven kids raised their hands. "Great, get the first aid box, I need to be stitched and bandaged." They scrambled to the closet and brought the box over to Bosco. "You know what? We can do this."
