I'm going away for a few days so as you've all been so kind with your encouraging reviews here's a extra long update to keep you going.
Jump Street and it's employees still don't belong to me!
Startled out of sleep Mike ran to the phone. As he picked it up he was greeted by the now familiar yet unknown voice.
"Everything is arranged. They are moving him in two days, can you get these cops to agree to meet you?"
"Yeah man, wrapped around my finger."
"Excellent. Listen, the Japs a better bet, so try and seperate them and stall Hanson for as long as you can. He wants them all together but not until he's had his fun ok."
"I'm not sure this is such a good idea anymore. I mean we're talking about cops here!"
"You loosing your bottle Mikey?"
"No. It's just you said this was going to be quick and easy. From what I've heard about these guys they're alot tougher than they look. They'd have to be right" he chuckled nervously."Anyway, they're not bad guy's and they were just doing thier job."
"Hey if you want us to get someone else I'm sure we can find some other way. Your uncle will understand".
"No, i'll do it. Just make sure nothing goes wrong" he stammered, suddenly feeling out of his depth.
"You just worry about your end of this and leave them to us."
Raymond Crane was escorted onto the prison transport van by two armed policemen. After a number of escape attempts over the past few months he was being moved to a maximum security facility in the next state. They were five miles from the state line when they were stopped by a group of five men armed with automatic weapons who were spread out across the centre of the road. As the van slowed they took aim and fired through the windshield instantly killing the driver. The van spun out of control and ended up wrapped around a tree at the side of the road. The second police officer was thrown from the van and as he dragged himself off the ground he was hit by a barrage of gunfire and was dead in seconds.
The man in the back of the van hauled himself up into a standing position just as a crack of light began to show through the door.
"Mr Crane?" said a tall heavy built man as he opened that door to the van. Mike Powell would have recognised the voice instantly "Your escort has arrived sir."
"Hey, where you've been hiding? I've been trying to call you all week." Doug asked as Hanson dumped his reports on his desk, "I thought we were ok?"
"We are."
"So why have you been avoiding me?"
"Doug I've been busy. I'm on a case."
"How's it going."
"Really slowly."
"Yeah I heard. There's not much to go on with this kid huh?"
"Nah. No priors, not even so much as a detention. He's smart. You know, if he wanted too, he could do so much more."
"Not with you as his maths tutor."
"You wanna take over?" Hanson said with a grin.
As Doug studied his partner he was relieved at how much better he seemed. His smile was genuine enough and the distant demenour he had been adopting seemed to have lifted. In fact as far as Doug could see he was just being Tom again.
"Nah! You might not be great at it but you can't be worse than me. I think i got straight D- on everything."
"Doug Penhall, gentleman scholar!" Tom said sarcastically with a crooked grin on his face.
"Good to see you back to your old self. You saw Fuller's shrink then?"
"Yeah, couple of weeks ago."
"So everythings good?"
"Yeah. Never better!"
"Hanson" Harry called, the momentary thaw was over and although the open hostility was on hold Harry remained proffesional and distant where Tom was concerned.
" Mike just called he wants to meet us, make some kind of arrangment."
"Finally. Okey dokey lets roll."
"How's things with him?" Doug asked as Harry walked away.
"Don't ask."
Penahall watched them go, once again wishing that he was working this case instead of Harry.
After that mornings classes were over Hanson went looking for Harry. They still had no idea how Mike was managing to get such a large quantity of drugs into the school. They had seen him selling to other kids from his seemingly endless supply, but no sign as to where it was coming from. He finally managed to find Harry as he made his way through the hallway.
"So, anything new?"
"No" came Harry's short reply.
"You're telling me not one of these kids has mentioned anything about Mikes little operation?"
"That's right. Are you saying I'm not doing my job properly?"
"No. I'm just thinking maybe there's something we're missing here."
"You're the big shot, you figure it out!"
"I see, we're back here again are we. Well why don't we just each work our own area and stay out of each others way."
"Best idea you've ever had."
"Fine."
"Good."
"Hey guy's?" came Mike's voice, as both the young officers spun round to face him.
"What's up?"
"I may be able to set up that side project we've been discussing."
"When?" Tom asked lowering his voice as a small group of teenagers passed by.
"After school, in the parking lot just inside the gates."
"Isn't that a little too out in the open?" Harry asked
"Exactly. More cover that way."
"Whatever you think." Tom said with a shrug of resignation.
"See you there."
"We'll be there" Tom called after him as he walked away.
Doug was sorting through files when Fuller came out of his office in a state of panic and called Doug and Judy over urgently.
"What's going on Captain?" Doug asked as he made his way over.
"We've got a problem guys. Raymond Crane escaped as he was being transferred earilier today"
"So they add more time to his sentence." Doug said "Couldn't happen to a nicer guy."
"Crane has a sister living in the city, Alison Powell, Mike Powell's mother" Fuller said, his voice and face grave.
Judy and Doug both looked at him astonished.
"Hanson and Harry are meeting with Mike any minute" Judy said paniced
"We better move quick" Fuller said.
"Ok Iokage! Let's just wrap this up and get outta here." Hanson looked around in disgust. They had been working this guy for nearly two months and it was begining to get old. The thick glasses and anorack weren't making the experience any more pleasant. The glasses gave him headaches and the anorack was just bad. Numerous times over the past couple of months he had asked himself what the hell he had been thinking with this cover. All they had to do now was make the buy, bring the guy in and bingo, outta here!
They made their way over to the gates where they were to meet Mike Powell and his street connection who had been supplying these supposedly smart kids with cocaine.
"So how we gonna play this?" Harry asked
"I'll make the buy, you cover the gates incase he bolts."
"Sure. Another chance to play hero huh?"
"You wanna tell me what I've done to you that's so wrong, cos this is getting really old Harry." When no reply came Tom grew impatient. "You do nothing but throw shit at me for weeks and you can't even tell me why? Well I'm really glad you have such a good reason for throwing our friendship down the tubes. I don't know what's got into you Harry, and to be honest I'm not sure I even care anymore, but we've gotta work together so why don't you get over it"
"Get over it? I nearly died!"
"I know Harry, and I'm sorry. But do you think you're the only one who's been hurting."
"No I don't. But it seems to me that you're the only one who came out of all this unscathed. Did you ever give Booker and Penhall a second thought while they were out risking everything for you? You blow in, turn everything upside down and then after others have picked up the pieces you just carry on as normal."
"Is that what you think?" Tom asked calmly.
"You gonna tell me different?"
"You believe what you want ok Harry. Can we continue this later cos we've still got a job to do" Tom said as he watched Mike approach with an obviously dodgy older man at his side.
"I recognise that guy from somewhere." Harry said once he saw him more clearly.
"Where from?" Tom asked
"I can't place it. I'd better keep my distance incase he recognises me."
"Yeah, why don't you do that" Hanson snapped as Harry quickly slipped away to cover the exits.
"My god, he couldn't make it any easier!", Tom said under his breath as he observed their approach.
Mike made the introductions.
"Matt, this is Tom, the guy I told you about."
"I hear you wanna buy a key"
"You hear right" Tom replied
"Thats alot of wieght. You thinking of dealing?"
"Of course"
"Whats in it for me?"
"The £12000 plus fifteen percent of any profits. You ok with that?"
"You got the money?"
"If you got the stuff?"
"Yeah I got it"
Harry watched from a distance as Tom handed the older guy what looked like a small wallet with one hand as he took hold of the cocaine with the other. Still trying to wrack his brains for where he'd seen that face before.
As Matt opened up the small leather case that held Officer Thomas Hanson's badge and ID a strange smile came across his face.
"This is you?" he asked Tom.
"Not my best side, but you get the picture."
"Yep we do."
Tom looked at him in a state of confusion as he turned to Mike, smiled and pulled out a walkie talkie. "Positive ID, move in"
"What the...". Tom was cut short as he watched a black sedan speed upto the gates. A tall man with an automatic weapon jumped out and let lose with a hail of bullets. Tom threw himself to the ground and as he looked up he saw a familiar figure climb out of the car.
Before he could move or say a word Raymond Crane had positioned himself behind Harry, who was trying to decipher what the hell was going on and to pinpoint his partners whereabouts, and hit him hard across the back of the head with the butt of another AK45. The last thing Harry remembered before darkness fell all around him was the sight of Tom desperately trying to make his way through the flying bullets towards him and calling out his name followed by a warning he couldn't quite make out over the noise of the machine guns.
"Harry!" Tom shouted as he tried to race to his freinds aid. "Behind you Harry, it's Crane!". All he could do was stare in horror as Harry fell unconcious to the ground. As he saw Matt run towards Crane and begin to lift Harry into the waiting car he broke his paralisis and hurried towards the car after them. Before he could get very far another round of automatic gunfire came flying in his direction and he was forced to the foor again. Before he could get to his feet the car was speeding away from the scene. Pulling out his gun he tried to shoot out one of the tyres to try and slow their getaway, but his hand was shaking and he was unable to apply enough pressure to pull the trigger. He sprang to his feet and raced towards his car. As he began running he heard an agonised groan from the floor. Looking down he saw Mike Powell bleeding heavily from a bullet wound in his upper torso.
"Shit!"he yelled as he ripped off his jacket and pressed it to the wound to try and stem the bloodflow. Frustrated and desperate to help Harry he began looking around for someone to call an ambulance and take over caring for Mike until it got here. Then sudenly he heard a blessedly familiar voice calling to him.
"HANSON!" came Penhall's cry.
"Doug, thank god" Tom replied as his partner came running towards him followed by Adam Fuller and Judy Hoffs. "We've gotta get Harry, Doug. Cranes got him. How the hell is Crane here? What the fuck is going on!"
"Tom you're not going anywhere. Judy and Fuller will take care of Crane for now ok."
"Which way did he go Hanson?" Fuller asked urgently.
"Headed south. Black Sedan, license number CQE 952. What are you talking about of course I'm going after him, the bastards got Harry!"
"We've gotta get you to a hospital man" Doug said calmly. "Look at your arm Tom."
Sure enough there was a ragged hole in his shirt were the bullet had pierced his arm.
"Shit! he said in frustration
"I want you to go with Doug to the hospital Hanson".
"No Captian, not till we help Harry."
"Look Tom, we'll put out an APB on the license number you gave us, they'll be every available unit out there looking for it. If it's anywhere in this state we'll find it. Now an ambulance is on it's way for the kid and I want you following it you understand. There's nothing more you can do in this state."
"Okey dokey Coach." he sighed. For once realising his captain was making sense Tom submitted and allowed Doug to help him to his truck and drive him to the hospital.
On the way there Tom was acting in a way that worried Doug a great deal.
"It was my dream Doug. Exactly like my dream. Harry needed my help and I did nothing."
"There was nothing you could do. You've been shot for Christs sake"
"Wait a minute. This isn't right. I'm not meant to be here." He was disorientated, his large brown eyes were glazed and scared. "You're not supposed to help me." he told Doug, his tone hurt and confused.
"Of course I'm meant to help you, man, what are you talking about?"
"That's how it happens. You wont help me, you won't even talk to me."
"Tom? What are you doing?". Doug was scared now and was driving as fast as he could to get Hanson to the hospital.
"I should've been able to help him."
Doug shot him another worried glance and drove on.
