Chris pulled his car up to the front of the bank.
"Okay, so I'm going to give you a bullet proof vest. What I'm about to suggest is technically putting you, a civilian, in danger. Are you okay with that?"
"If it stops that man from stealing my property then yes." John said determined.
"Yeah well we'll have to see how much of that actually is all of your property or if you stole some of it."
The two got out of the car and Chris put his bullet proof vest and gave the extra to John Doe.
"Now don't do anything to rile him up too much. Remember he doesn't know you're alive and we don't want a death on our hands here."
"I don't put myself in harm's way because I get kicks out of it. Everything I do is done with careful consideration of the risk."
"Sure thing." Chris snorted, "Are you an actuary as well?"
"What are you referring to?"
But before Chris could say anything, John was already heading up the stairs into the back.
"Hell, he's definitely going to get himself killed."
"I'm in position." called Vin in his radio.
"Stand by." Chris ordered.
They had entered the bank but everything seemed normal except that the televisions were streaming the zoo and Buck's team trying to disarm the bomb. Everyone in the bank had stopped working and were crowded around the video being streamed.
"This should be easy to spot him at least." muttered John.
They looked around and saw a lonely security guard sitting behind a desk on the far side.
"Does that not appear strange to you?" John asked Chris.
"Someone still has to guard the money."
"Yeah, but normal people in this situation would still show a little curiosity and be watching, they'd be letting their guard down. This person isn't watching at all."
Chris and John watched as the guard got up from his desk and began to walk over to where the door to the safety deposit boxes were held.
"That's him!" John called.
"I see him." said Chris as he pulled out his gun.
"D.C.P.D. Stop right there and turn around."
The security guard turned around to show that it was the store owner disguised as a guard. His face when he saw the John though was as if he was seeing a ghost. The man took a step back then held up one had with a detonator and then another pointing a gun at John Doe.
"This man is a whole new level of stupid." John marveled.
"Shut up, I don't want you to rile him, remember." hissed Chris.
"Why don't I just talk to him? I'm good at that." John said and walked a few paces away from him.
"No get back here!" Chris hissed louder and maintained his gun on the bomber.
"Looks like we meet again, but you seem to have an advantage over me, seeing how I don't remember you all that well. I heard you tried to kill me."
"Don't worry, I'll make sure I get it right this time." the man said as he readjusted his grip on the gun.
"No, I think I'll walk out of here alive like I more or less did the last time you tried. You know why, it's because you're an idiot."
"Not helping!" Chris growled.
John ignored him, "Look, I know you're some kind of drug addict slash dealer and you're always looking to get your hands on more cash. For your recreational fun no doubt. You obviously think that whatever I have in my deposit box will be worth enough to give you said money. The problem however for you is that what I have in there is utterly worthless to anyone but me. So why don't you stop all this and get out of here alive while you still can."
The man shook his head and was grinning now, "I know you're lying. I know you're a con artist and all you people do is lie. I know there's something valuable in there and I'm going to take it. You should be more concerned about yourself, because as soon as that television goes on a commercial, this place will blow up."
"Now I know you aren't coming in here to rob me and then proceed to blow yourself up along with the rest of us. You must've thought of some plan for your safety."
"The vault is strong enough to protect me from the blast."
"Well I guess you shouldn't waste any more time because that bomb of yours may explode in any minute."
"I'm going to manually set it off."
"Smart man." John said as he eyed the detonator. He took a couple steps forward and the man became more agitated.
"Step back, John." Chris ordered.
"Don't worry detective Larabee, he obviously didn't think this far ahead. He knows he lost." To the bomber he said, "It's over. Why don't you come quietly?"
The man shook his head, "I may not have gotten what you were hiding, but I at least won't be going to jail." He held up the detonator and was about to push.
John reacted and ran forward.
The man jerked and fired at John. The man's body fell to the floor.
Chris shot the man in the hand that was holding the detonator and another shot from Tanner from sniper's position farther out, hit him in the knee cap.
The man cried out in pain as the people watching television cheered. Chris took a minute to see what was going on.
Buck his team had successfully disarmed the bomb.
Chris' reinforcements came to drag the criminal away while he went to John Doe.
"Idiot." he scowled as he dropped to a crouching position.
John Doe hadn't moved yet and he pulled him till he was lying on his back.
Chris slapped him across the face and John bolted to a sitting position and then groaned in pain.
"Agh…" he grunted.
"It's your own fault for jumping in the way."
"Well, I figured if I was close enough, the only thing he'd be able to aim for was my chest which was protected. I didn't account for the pain from the impact."
"No one does usually."
Chris helped him to stand and helped him outside of the bank.
When police started to arrive the people in the bank began to take notice.
"What did you say earlier? That you calculate everything and don't put yourself in harm's way? I'd say getting shot counts as putting yourself in harm's way. Are you always this reckless?" asked Chris when they were in the car.
"Again, I knew my odds of survival-"
"Cut the crap."
"Honestly I don't know what came over me."