"Plan of action?" Alex enquired as she looked at the high building to their right.
"Bolly, I don't need a plan of action. I'm Gene Hunt, chief of police brutality. Go with the flow Bols, go with the flow." Gene replied, to which Alex rolled her eyes, opening the door and climbing out of the Quattro, followed by Ray and Chris who got out of the back. They proceeded towards the building, pushing through the entrance doors and walking up the stairs. The building smelt of rotting wood and running along the walls was a large patch of damp, causing Alex to wrinkle her nose slightly.
They approached Thomas Smith's flat. The paint on the door was flaking off, and the flat number was upside down, hanging on by a single nail. They took a deep breath as Gene kicked open the door.
"Police! Come out here, hope you're decent." Gene shouted as he kicked over whatever piece of furniture was in his way.
"Oi mate do you even have a warrant?" A greasy-looking man appeared from the other room. He was wearing a rather unattractive vest, that probably used to be white, and a pair of wripped jeans hanging off him.
"Yep, right here." Gene pointed towards his snakeskin boots. "Which, if you have anything to do with this case, will be meeting your scuzzy behind before you can say Margaret Thatcher." The man gulped as Gene advanced on him. He picked the man up by his top and threw him onto the chair. Alex then intruded, stepping next to Gene.
"We don't know anything yet Guv it's hardly fair to treat him like this." She murmured, to which Gene raised his eyebrows carelessly. Alex sat down in front of Thomas. "Thomas, where were you last night at around midnight?" She asked sympathetically.
"Here." He replied blankly.
"Do you have anyone who can testify this?"
"Dunno."
"Ok.. what were you doing last night?" Alex pressed.
"Dunno." He repeated blankly.
"Answer the pretty lady properly you scumbag or I can remind you of the wonderful thing on the end of my leg!" Gene grabbed the man by his top againm, thinning his eyes before roughly letting go. The man ignored him, staring down at the floor. "Right, that's it then, you're coming with us." Gene kicked his chair and turned round, striding out of the room. Alex gestured for the man to follow and they all exited the flat without another word.
After spending a wasted half hour questioning the blank suspect, Alex and Gene left him in the cells until they could muster up the energy to try again.
"It's like talking to a bloody brick wall!" Gene muttered as they left the interview room and strode down the hall. They entered the room to find Chris and Elizabeth playing catch with the Rubix Cube, that Elizabeth had clearly given up trying to solve. As soon as Chris saw Gene he quickly jumped into his chair and began flicking through the files, hoping he hadn't been noticed. Gene just exhaled and strode through to his office, whilst Alex sat down at her desk, burying herself in various files that may or may not be relevant.
"Lizzie.." Alex began as she sifted through the papers.
"Yeah?"
"That note that was left for you... where is it?" Alex asked, looking up to face Elizabeth.
"Urm, probably at home still, I left it on the kitchen table where I found it." She replied. "Why?"
"Might be an idea to take a look at it..." Alex got up and walked into Gene's office. "Guv, can we take a trip down to the Sampson's house? Might be an idea to look at that note."
"Was thinking the same thing Bolly." Gene grabbed the keys to the Quattro and exited his office. "We're going back and forth today like a Yo-Yo!" He exclaimed, taking his coat as they walked out of CID.
Gene and Alex approached the Sampson's house in the Quattro. The house was Georgian and large, a complete contrast to where they'd been an hour or so ago. "It's alright for some." Gene muttered as they got out. They used a key given to them by Elizabeth to get into the house, and were met by a scene they weren't expecting. Instead of being the tidy house they had been told about, it was almost as if a bomb had hit it. Shelves had been torn down, papers were everywhere and the kitchen had been torn apart. "Bloody hell..." Gene murmured as he walked around, kicking the paper as he went.
"Someone's been here." Alex exclaimed as she rifled through the various belongings on the floor.
"No s**t sherlock." Gene replied sarcastically, to which Alex rolled her eyes. She began walking through into the next room, which was also in a similar state. Then suddenly, before she knew it, someone had jumped at her from behind, putting one hand over her mouth and pointing a gun to her head. She let out muffled screams and she writhed to get out from their grip, to which Gene heard from the other room. He came running in, pointing his gun at the masked individual. "Let her go." He said, keeping a firm grip on his gun. The man shook his head and began moving backwards, still gripping onto Alex. She let out some more muffled screams as she staggered backwards. Gene followed, still pointing the gun. "Did you not hear me you b*****d? Let her bloody well go right now or I'll shoot!" Gene shouted. The man laughed, knowing full well that Gene wouldn't dare shoot anywhere near Alex again. He then continued to drag Alex back into the room behind them, taking her out of Gene's eyeshot for a split second. In that second two gunshots were let off, followed by a scream from Alex. Gene ducked instinctively before following them into the next room, yet when he got there they'd disappeared. "S**t."