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Chapter 54

Living on a Prayer Part Two

1520 – London, UK

Pettigrew stared menacingly at Georgie. "What the fuck was that suppose to mean?" he growled. She remained silent and returned the stare, casually flicking hair away from her face. Her cheek and lip throbbed but she would not give him the satisfaction. He watched her closely then stole a peek out the window. When his eyes flared and his head shot forward, as if to get a better view of the street, Georgie knew Elvis was no longer there. He was already planning her rescue.

"He will never find you." Pettigrew said, turning quickly, tossing loaded magazines into a ruck sack.

"You keep tellin yourself that." Georgie said with a calm edge. Inside she was quaking. She knew this bastard meant her husband harm and he somehow was forgetting that she was a trained soldier.

Xxxxx

The SAS commander had pulled back into the alley. He reasoned that Pettigrew made the call because he could see his reaction to the texted photo of Georgie. The bastard would take enjoyment from seeing his anger and anguish. That meant Pettigrew was headed south and was at least first floor or higher level from the street. Elvis had to think and move fast. It was only a matter of time before Pettigrew would take her to his safe house. That deeply concerned Elvis. Georgie's pregnancy was full on. If anything happened to her or the baby…..Elvis dragged a heavy hand down his face, forcing the negatives from his mind. He could hear his best mate's words echoing in his mind…

It can't be you Elvis…you're too involved…

Well it has to be me….

"It has to be me." Elvis repeated out loud. He looked at his watch. Twenty minutes had elapsed since she went missing. Spanner and Dave Warner shot out from the rear entrance of the Pub, followed by Jackson, Spunky and Charlie. Elvis walked right up to Warner. "I need comms and fully kitted out ASAP Dave!"

"Elvis…"

"Do not try to stop me! We are already twenty-two minutes out." Elvis said as he lifted his wrist up next to Warner's head and glanced at his watch. "He went south, currently in a close by building."

"How could you possibly know that?" Warner asked wagging his head incredulously.

"Because he sent me a photo of Georgie with bruises on her face. He wanted to see my reaction." Elvis retorted. The team and Charlie exchanged glances.

"Elvis, the authorities will handle this situation." Warner said.

"Situation?! This is more than a fucking situation Dave! This is my wife and unborn child taken by a fucking lunatic! I would lay down my life, 'ere, right now for them!" Elvis shouted, repeatedly thrusting an index finger towards the ground. Charlie slowly began to approach closer as Elvis went on. "Pettigrew wants me. If you attempt to play around he will kill her! The only way you can stop me is if you try to arrest me and I don't reckon you will do that….sir!"

Charlie respected Elvis' position and simply looked between his mate and the colonel. Warner glared hard as he swallowed Elvis' dressing down. How could he not comply? Harte had told them over and over that something was off, but they merely denounced him as paranoid. Warner promptly got on the horn to Baxter and Jason Spears. The Metro police were already on scene questioning witnesses and awaiting further orders. Elvis looked at Charlie and walked away studying his mobile as he engaged the tracking app.

"Who's Pettigrew?" Charlie asked, following him.

"A rogue operative who lost his fucking mind over power and money." Elvis answered as he tapped in Georgie's mobile number.

"He probably discarded her phone." Charlie said somberly.

"Maybe, maybe not." The grid map rotated on his screen and…..bingo! There she was, or at least her phone was. "Fuck sake mate…." Elvis said darting back to the end of the alley and peering to the left. "She is in one of these buildings! Spunks! Get over 'ere!" Elvis yelled. "You 'ave the app?"

"Yeah boss."

"Punch this number in…"

"Who is this then?" Spunky asked as he rapidly thumbed the number.

"Fuckin Midge Drake." Elvis dead-panned.

Dave Warner approached, watching Elvis' actions. "You have a lock on her?"

"Affirmative. I need to move Dave. Pettigrew will be takin her away." Elvis said, eyes boring into Spunky, anxious to see his results.

"We are live boss." Spunky said, tilting his mobile screen for a clear view.

"Well, well, well. They are side by side." Elvis said looking from his mobile to Spunky's.

Spanner appeared and handed Elvis a black flack jacket laden with a spare magazine. "Ya just 'appen to be carryin one of these around?" Elvis joked as he swiftly discarded his jacket and velcroed the body armor around himself. Jackson gave him a comms set.

"We'll be right behind you." Spanner said.

"Roger." Elvis said as he unwound the comms cable and imbedded the audio piece into his ear.

"Spears will take up monitoring their location with your man Spunky." Warner said.

"Roger. You know this is too easy eh?" Elvis said, shrugging back into his jacket.

"He's laying a trap." Spanner said.

Elvis nodded coldly. "For himself."

Xxxxx

1540 –

"Go down." Pettigrew ordered, motioning at the stairs. Georgie turned her head to look at him.

"You heard me!"

She placed a hand on the railing and gripped until her knuckles turned white. "Where are we going?" she asked. The snide laugh she heard made her stomach turn.

"As if I would tell you. Now move!"

She began to descend, one foot at a time, anything to stall their progress.

"I said move!" Pettigrew shouted, poking her hard with a pistol barrel.

"Gobshite" she muttered under her breath, then said out loud, "I am pregnant you know. It will take me a little longer."

"Shut your mouth!"

Once Georgie stepped onto ground level her head spun in every direction. They were completely alone. "Go to the rear." Pettigrew ordered. The hallway was dark and smelled of human urine.

"Open the door."

Georgie looked back at her captor. "Open the fucking door!" She pushed the lever and Pettigrew brusquely came up along side of her and pushed the door open. The sight of a car parked outside made Georgie nauseous. "Move your arse!"

She could hear traffic in the distance, but she saw no one. No one she could call out to for help. She refused to feel despair however, knowing that is exactly what Pettigrew wanted. He pushed her into the passenger side and once seated he grabbed her wrist and closed a metal hand cuff around it then secured the other cuff to the grab bar on the door frame. She prayed Elvis was trying to track her. Her mobile was pressing into her lower back and she welcomed the slight discomfort. It was her life line. Georgie gave Pettigrew a side glance. He had left his mobile inside of the building. Had he rigged it somehow thinking Elvis would take the bait?

Xxxxx

1545 –

Elvis' team was finally fully kitted out and in process of surrounding the target. Metro counter-terrorism was also deployed to seal off the perimeter and under passages.

"Boss, primary signal is in motion." Spunky reported over comms.

Elvis darted amongst pedestrians on the sidewalk. "Copy….and target?"

"Target is stationary."

"We need eyes up." Elvis said into comms panting as he sprinted to the target location. "He's moving her."

"Command this is two alpha requesting air surveillance over." Spunky relayed.

"All call signs do not breach building, repeat, do not breach. Anticipate target planning explosion. Need all eyes on exits. Over." Elvis ordered into comms.

"Copy boss." Spanner and Jackson responded.

Elvis had a gut feeling the transfer would occur from the rear. There was no way Pettigrew would keep her close and in fact risked exposure by taunting Elvis. What troubled the SAS commander was the still unaccounted for propane. Had Pettigrew planned to bring down the building once breached by the SAS team? The bomb disposal unit was ordered on standby.

Warner and Spears monitored CCTV and the audio feed from the SAS unit's comms. "Metro is monitoring all nearby access." Warner announced tapping peaked fingers against his lips.

Elvis moved stealthily down a narrow passage between the target building and another. "Talk to me Spunks." He said engaging comms.

"Only movement is primay's device boss."

"Copy 'at. He does not know she has it. All call signs I am rear of location. Spanner, need back up ASAP, over."

"Copy boss, enroute."

There was a rickety wooden fence separating Elvis from his destination. His adrenaline shot to mammoth proportions when he saw Pettigrew getting inside a vehicle and Georgie in the passenger seat. "This is zero alpha, eyes on target. Contact!" Elvis forcefully kicked at the wood, splintered pieces flew out in multiple directions. He burst through firing a single shot purposely striking the driver's side view mirror.

"Son of a bitch!" A shocked Pettigrew uttered whilst in the throes of keying the engine. He quickly flicked glass shards and blood from his face. Georgie elbowed him in the side of the head, but he back-handed her and fired a salvo back at Elvis. Elvis threw himself behind a trash bin as the bullets sparked off of the metal. He hunkered close to the fortified cover and peeked around the corner as Pettigrew stomped his foot down on the gas pedal. Georgie lurched and was dazed but able to turn around just in time to see Elvis palming his pistol. She immediately ducked her head and placed her free arm over her bump. Pettigrew saw him as well and drove haphazardly this way and that to get away, slamming the front and back fenders into trash bins.

Elvis made the painful decision to not pull the trigger. "Fuck!" He knew he could shoot out the tires and even worse but did not want to jeopardize Georgie in any way whilst she was in that vehicle. Instead he broke into a run, pounding the concrete with his feet, the rhythm one of absolute aggression. "Call signs and command this is zero alpha." He panted into comms. "In pursuit of silver Astra, number plate lima echo two zero bravo bravo sierra. Primary and target in sitch." He proceeded to relay the location and coordinates. Spanner was thirty seconds from the initial breach.

"This is alpha one, I've got your six boss."

Pettigrew maneuvered his way from the alley onto a main street and the car bounced as the tires rolled over the rim of the sidewalk. Georgie eyed the alleyway as they made the turn. She could see Elvis approaching. Elvis sped at a frenetic pace darting around the fallen bins and debris. He noted his target's direction and moved himself onto a bus route to gain speed and shorten the distance. Pettigrew however, was thwarted by traffic and cursed as it only seemed to become more dense. Georgie watched her husband's advancement in the side mirror, heart microns from jumping out of her chest. She clutched the grab bar harder and wished she could pull it right off of the door frame and use it as a weapon. She vigilantly kept eyes on Pettigrew as well, ready to strike again if the opportunity presented itself.

A sudden jolt surprised her as the car glanced off of another vehicle which ultimately swerved, causing a collision behind them. Pettigrew laughed and Georgie immediately looked in the mirror, worried that Elvis may have been affected.

"He'll never catch up!" Pettigrew taunted.

"Fuck you." she responded as her eyes tracked Elvis in the mirror.

"You're a proper spitfire bitch aren't you?"

Everything she wanted to say to him would never come close to what she would do to him if he harmed Elvis. Georgie willed herself to stay calm for the baby's sake, as absurd as that seemed given the bumpy ride she was forced to endure. She and Pettigrew heard the helicopter above them, following them, just like Elvis was.

"He will catch up." Georgie said mockingly.

"Then he will die."

It was Georgie's turn to laugh. "You could never fill Elvis' boots!" she said.

"You shut your fucking mouth!" Pettigrew shouted as they encountered yet another obstacle. He blared the horn and tried to maneuver around. The helicopter seemed louder and more oppressive and now that din was accompanied by the oscillating wail of Metro sirens. Georgie could see the arrogant bravado in her captor was weakening. Pettigrew took a hard right and bypassed two cars, almost clipping a pedestrian on the side walk. Georgie lost sight of Elvis. There appeared to be a caravan of buses behind them now and she wanted to chew on her lower lip but it hurt like bloody hell.

She noticed Pettigrew eyeing the Tube Station up ahead. "Oh dear God….if he takes me underground.." she thought. She saw her captor searching for Elvis in the rear view mirror, smirking that the SAS commander was no where to be seen.

"I told you he would never catch up." He tormented.

"Then you don't Elvis." Georgie simply said. Daniel Day Lewis. She could still hear her love's voice….No matter how far…..no matter how long it takes…..

"I have just about had it with you!" Pettigrew barked, reaching into the door pocket to brandish his pistol at her. In the instant he was not paying attention, suddenly a lorry backed out of a side street. Pettigrew reacted just in time to brake hard and serve but the lorry kept moving, the back up caution alarm blaring in tandem with the Metro sirens. "Fuck!" Pettigrew shouted. Grinding the clutch of his stalled vehicle. His head turned violently to the right when he heard….

"How does this feel pal?" Elvis punched a savage fist through the open window, crushing Pettigrew's nose and snapping his head back. The powerful impact and blinding pain rendered Pettigrew helpless as Elvis reached in to grab the back of his head. With a fist full of hair Elvis repeatedly rammed Pettigrew's face into the steering wheel. "That's for Georgie you fuck!" Elvis snarled, satisfied that his target was well and fully subdued. He looked over at Georgie.

"Hold on babe, I'm almost there."

"Elvis! Oh thank God!" She cried, exhaling her relief. In seconds he was at her side and carefully opened the door to unlock the cuff from the grab bar, then he opened the door wide, leaning down to her.

"Take my hand." he said.

She slowly turned, pivoting her legs out, grasping Elvis' hand as he steadied her into a standing position. She felt lightheaded from the stress and relief of her rescue. She cradled her bump and moved slowly with Elvis as he hugged her close, kissing her head as he gently lowered her to the ground. He eased her to lay back against him as he sat with her. "We made it babe."

Spanner poked at Pettigrew to confirm he was no imminent threat. Jackson guarded the rear to keep onlookers at bay. Metro personnel began to swarm to the scene.

"This is zero alpha. Primary recovered. Need medical support on site ASAP!"

"Copy zero alpha. Status on target?" Warner answered over comms.

"Target is subdued." Elvis responded.

Georgie's hands were trembling slightly and she clutched Elvis' thigh. He took hold of her wrist and scowled at the bruise beneath the metal cuff, quickly unlocking and tossing it aside. He rubbed his thumb tenderly over the vivid redness. "All is well babe…all is well." He said, holding her as if he would never let go.

"I knew you would find me." She said tilting her head to look up at him. The baby chose that moment to send out a swift kick, once, twice…Georgie smiled and patted back. "That's right. Your daddy is a hero." Elvis smiled grimly and looked up as the ambulance sirens drew nearer. He could see the flashing lights. He stood and waved the medics to their direction. Two teams paired off, one to Georgie the other to Pettigrew. Spanner kept watch as the EMT assessed the seemingly unconscious man. Elvis backed away as Georgie received attention. He noted everything they were doing and how Georgie was responding. He tapped a fist against his chin, the only outward indication of his concern for her and the baby, other than his eyes that were pleading a prayer that all really was well.

Pettigrew began to stir and had full use of his arms and legs. His face was swollen and bloody but he had complete control of his wits. The EMT secured an orthopedic collar around his neck and with the help of a Metro officer, helped Pettigrew get out of the car. Elvis watched as his target stood, the two locked eyes on each other.

"You are under arrest for kidnapping, assault and reckless endangerment…" an officer stated as Pettigrew was led to a gurney.

Elvis glanced down at Georgie. Her gaze was riveted on Pettigrew. She had to witness him being taken away. It all happened in a flash…Pettigrew pretended to stumble but actually pulled back to grab the pistol from the Metro officer's side.

"Elvis!" Georgie cried out as Pettigrew swung the weapon up towards the couple. It was over in an instant. The target was now neutralized. Elvis was true to his word…I never miss.