Chapter 20 - Bring him Down

Panic started to wind its cold finger around Vicki's heart. She found officer Cassedy's broken body on the ground and began to search for Henry, if anyone could survive it would be Henry. A trail of blood darkened the ground. Vicki scanned the crowd knowing he had been here with the agent and maybe this was his blood and he was alive. A small spark of hope brought new strength to her search, Vicki straightened up and began to search around of clues. Towards the gate itself a jumble of wires caught her attention. These were the wires placed on Henrys body by the CIA before going out to the park. They appeared to have been ripped off his body! The assassin.

...Assassin...

The assassin removed Henry's shirt using his scalpel, placing part of the shirt material over his nose drawing in the scent of blood and man he smiled. His victim was trying to pull himself away with more strength than he should have had considering the injuries. Looking down at him the assassin plunged the blade into the abdomen carving a pattern just below the skin. Blood welled up between his dolls hands trying to stop the flow blood...

...Vicki...

Vicki pulled the safety off the gun looking around for any signs of Henry or the assassin. Moving past the gate movement in a police car caught her attention, bringing her senses and cop intuition into play. Something was wrong. Moving around to the side of the vehicle Vicki pulled open the passenger door and gasped as a large, dark man with dead eyes in a police uniform turned slowly to her, scalpel in hand dripping with blood.

"You look like a present to me my love, come play with us" he whispered just loud enough to be heard over the chaos." The assassin pulled back to show Henry collapsed against the seat eyes shut and blood pouring out of his stomach.

"Oh my god what have you done to him you bastard" said Vicki dropping her weapon slightly to look around the assassin at Henry.

Before she could even react the assassin brought the blade up in an arch slashing at her arm, cutting deeply. She gasped dropping the gun as the blade hit bone. Before she could pull away he was out of the car and pulling her to the ground, crushing her under his weight with the blade poised to strike again. Vicki grabbed his arm in a life and death struggle as it slowly inches towards her.

"I don't want to kill you just yet my love" he whispered into her face.

Vicki was losing the battle and the scalpel pressed into her shoulder, cuting. He smiled at her and bent down to kiss her lips.

"I don't think so" came a voice from behind the assassin. Henry covered in blood reached down and grabbing his collar with his unbroken arm and pulled the assassin off flying through the air, hitting the vehicle behind them. Desperately trying to stand up Henry turned around and moved back towards the assassin.

"Be careful Henry cried Vicki he still has the blade".

The assassin lunged at Henry taking him to the ground bringing up the blade in an arch above his head knowing he now needed to kill this one.

"If you move more than an inch I'm going to blow your brains out." said Vicki crouching besides the assassin with the cold steel of the gun pressed against his head.

"Hold it right there" yelled a police officer running over to the scene unfolding before him. "Put the gun down lady, slowly" This woman was holding a gun to a fellow officer and had to be stopped

...Bruce...

Agent Bruce Foster arrived at the scene at a dead run and took in the drama before him, the assassin on the ground, Vicki crouched besides him gun point at his head, Henry bloodly and torn underneath the assassins body. Never breaking stride he drew his pistol and fired at the assassin.

Time slowed down as the assassin was caught by the bullet, thrown through the air his shoulder blossomed into a plume of blood and bone. These bullets were meant to kill. The police officer spun around looking for the shooter and seeing Bruce brought his gun up to play. The body guard besides Bruce knew there was no choice and brought his weapon up shooting at the young officer hitting him in the thigh before tackling him to the ground. Bruce flew through the air, poke-a-dot tie flying behind him and caught the assassin tumbling him to the ground locking the assassins good arm behind his back and ramming his face into the ground.

Bruce whispered into his ear. "I would read you your rights but the funny thing is you don't have any. The CIA love to play with our dolls just as much as you do, the only difference is we're going to take our time."

The last thing Vicki remembered before passing out was Henry reaching up one bloody hand towards her. He was alive.