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Chapter 7: Trouble at the Bar
Doug unlocked Tom's door and stepped inside his apartment. He set his duffle bag down that he had packed from his apartment. He could hear the television on in the living room and began to make his way into the room to find Tom. What he saw before him shocked him beyond belief. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Tom put down the small mirror covered in powder and turned to his brother. "Don't worry, even though I started without out you, I saved you some. Come on, come and join me." Doug walked over to where Tom was sitting on the couch. Doug reached over and knocked the mirror out of his hand and watched as the remaining powder flew all over the place. "What the fuck did you do that for? That cost me 40!"
Doug's temper flared as he grabbed a hold of Tom's shirt and dragged him up off the couch. He brought his face up to Tom's and could tell by the way his pupils were slightly dilated that Tom was already on a high. "Like I said, what the hell are you doing?"
Tom struggled to get out of Doug's grasp and was finally able to get himself free. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm having a little fun." He glared back at Doug and added, "Well, I was having fun until you did that!" Tom sat back down and began to look around to see if there were any drugs that he could salvage. "Damn it!" He swore under his breath, as he couldn't find a trace of the powder.
Doug couldn't believe his eyes. His best friend, his partner was snorting cocaine? Did he really have every characteristic of his alter ego Tom McQuaid? Doug shook his head, not wanting to think about what other things Tom was now capable of. "Come on Tommy, let's get out of here and go for a walk." He grabbed a hold of Tom's arm and tried to pull him up off the couch. At first Tom resisted, but then he had an idea.
"Ok, let's go to the bar down the street. I could really use a beer right now." He stood up and tied his signature white bandana around head. He slipped into his faded denim jacket and looked towards Doug. "You coming?"
Doug sighed and followed his friend to the door. He didn't really want to go out, but figured that Tom was going to go out with or without him and it was probably better if he went to keep an eye on him. Who knew what kind of trouble Tom McQuaid could get into out in the public. "Ok Tom, but just a drink, got that?"
Tom looked back at Doug and smirked, "Of course," he said. "You know me…" Once again Doug sighed. Yeah, that's the problem. I do know how you are when you are acting the part of a McQuaid. Trouble was their middle name right?
Doug stepped out into the hallway and waited for Tom. "Hang on a sec, bro…I forgot something." Tom ducked back into the apartment and went back to his bedroom. Once inside his room, he paused for a moment as another memory flash hit him. He could see himself holding a badge of some sort and a gun. He had placed them in the drawer of his nightstand next to his bed. Then, as quickly as the flash began, it was gone. Tom shook his head as if to erase the memory and walked over to his nightstand. Curious, he pulled open the drawer. "Well, well… look what I have here." He picked up the gun and looked it over carefully. He opened the chamber and to his delight found it loaded. "Not bad… looks like I have very good taste." He laughed and said, "I wonder if this is the gun I used to kill that guy?" He closed the chamber and carefully slipped it under his belt in the back of his jeans. He closed the drawer and went back out to meet Doug, who was standing in the hallway.
Doug looked at Tom and realized just how much he was in the role of Tom McQuaid. If he didn't know any better, Doug would have thought that they were on assignment and were about to go undercover. If only this were all that we were doing, he thought. I swear if Tom gets his memory back, I will gladly retire the McQuaid brothers. This is just all to weird for me.
Tom's voice brought Doug back to the present. "Come on, let's go. I need to find some action." Reluctantly, Doug followed Tom out of the apartment building and down the street.
They had walked for a couple of blocks when they came to a flashing neon sign stating The Tap Room. Tom grabbed onto Doug's arm and pulled him into the noisy bar. As Doug took in his surroundings, he began to feel very uneasy. The bar was filled with quite a few rough looking characters sitting around in the dimly lit room. There was a jukebox in the back corner belting out a loud AC/DC song. Doug could see a few young looking males crowded around a table in the back. One of them seemed to be looking around nervously, as if he were doing something that he shouldn't be. Doug looked at Tom and asked, "Are you sure you want to get a drink here? I'm sure we could find somewhere else… somewhere that's not so…" He was cut off however by Tom dragging him over to the bar.
A tall dark haired gentleman came up to them and asked, "What can I get you fellas?"
"A couple of beers." Tom answered. The bartender grabbed two bottles and sat them down in front of the officers. Tom handed him a few bills and then took a long swig of his beer. "Now this is more like it, eh Doug?"
Doug took his beer and took a drink. "Yeah, sure Tom." He was still checking out the place when Tom stood up and walked to the back of the room. He pulled up a seat next the young men sitting by the jukebox. He leaned in and nodded at the blonde guy wearing a black leather jacket. "So, what's the action like around here fellas?"
The blonde looked Tom over and was trying to figure out if he liked him or not. "What's it to you?" He asked.
Tom held out his hand to the blonde and said, "The name is Tommy… Tommy McQuaid." The blonde shook his hand and answered, "Craig Thompson." Tom took another drink of his beer and sent a smile to Craig. "You fellas wouldn't happen to know where I could buy myself some fun would you?"
Craig leaned in closer and smiled, "It's your lucky day Tommy. I just happen to have something here that I think you'd like." Craig pulled out a small package and showed it to Tom. "But it will cost you 60."
Tom looked at the package and could feel himself needing the contents so badly that he could almost taste it. "Deal." He pulled out some cash and handed it to Craig, but was suddenly grabbed by the arm. He looked up only to find himself staring into the very angry eyes of Doug McQuaid.
"What the hell are you doing now?" Doug yanked Tom up out of his seat and spun him around to face him. "I thought we were just coming here to have a beer, remember?" Doug was really starting to get tired of the Tom McQuaid routine.
Tom freed himself from his brother's grasp and held up the package. "Don't worry, I got enough for both of us." To his surprise however, Doug grabbed the package stuffed it into his pocket. Then he walked around and pulled Craig up to his feet. He pulled out his badge and showed it to the guys at the table. "I'm afraid you're under arrest. Put your hands behind your back." Doug pulled out his handcuffs and was getting ready to slap them on Craig when Tom grabbed his arm.
"What do you think you're doing? You're not a cop… you're Doug McQuaid." Tom couldn't believe that Doug thought he could actually get away with this. Then before he could stop it, another memory flash hit him. We're cops Tom. You and I are partners. Tom remembered when Doug had told him that in the hospital. Then came another flash of him and Doug placing handcuffs on two guys and reading them their rights. What is going on here? I'm not a police officer. I am Tommy McQuaid. Tom shook his head trying to get rid of the confusing memory flashes. As he was doing this, Doug looked over at him and asked, "Tom, hey Tom are you okay?"
This was all Craig needed. He quickly threw a punch into Doug's face and then another one into his stomach. Doug doubled over, the breath knocked out of him. Craig began making his way to the back door trying to escape. Tom looked over at Doug quickly and then took off after Craig.
Doug was still trying to catch his breath when he saw Tom head out the door after Craig. After being able to take a deep breath, he headed out the back door to catch up with his partner before he got himself into any more trouble. When he made it outside, he could see Tom chasing Craig down the street towards the park. Doug took out his gun and quickly took off after them, hoping that Tom wouldn't do anything stupid.
Tom chased Craig into the park and followed him over to the soccer fields. He yelled at Craig to stop, but Craig just kept running. Before Tom knew what was happening, he saw another memory flash where he was chasing a tall guy into an alley. He could see himself pointing a gun at the man and telling him to give up and turn himself in. Why do I keep seeing these images of me holding a gun and a badge and trying to put handcuffs on these guys? I'm Tom McQuaid…Tom McQuaid… Tommy McQuaid. Just as Tom was finishing that thought, someone jumped him from behind, slamming him into the ground.
With the wind knocked out of him momentarily, Tom couldn't fight back as he was roughly turned onto his back. "Who the hell are you? Are you an undercover cop trying to set me up?" It was Craig and he was pissed. "Answer me damn it." But Tom was still trying to catch his breath and couldn't answer him. This angered Craig even more and he sent a fist into Tom's face. "Answer me!" He yelled at Tom.
Tom was finally able to catch his breath and shouted back at Craig, "No… I'm not a cop." This was met by Craig's fist punching him in the stomach. Tom doubled over in pain and let out a cough. Before he could defend himself, Craig sent a kick into his side, forcing him to the ground. "Liar. You're a fucking pig… a useless cop." With that he sent another forceful kick into his side. Tom felt something crack with the next blow to his side. He was fighting to stay conscious now and was having a difficult time drawing a breath.
Craig saw something in the distance and lost his focus on Tom for a split second. Tom was able to take advantage of this moment and pulled the gun that he had tucked into his belt. He struggled to get to his hands and knees and then brought the gun up to point it at his attacker. "Make one more move and I'll blow your freaking head off." Craig turned his attention back to Tom and noticed the gun.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Craig smirked. "I don't think you have the guts to use that Tom McQuaid." Tom steadied the gun and pointed it straight at Craig's head. "Try me." He said. He was still having hard time breathing and could feel at least one broken rib jabbing his side. He forced himself to stand and saw a familiar figure rushing towards them.
Doug raced to get to Tom and Craig and as he got closer, he could see that his partner was in rough shape. He seemed to be forcing himself to stand upright and had his gun trained on Craig. Where the hell did he get the gun? Doug wondered as he ran faster to help his friend.
Tom gathered as much strength as he could and yelled, "Doug, over here. I got him." Tom had made the mistake of turning his attention to Doug instead of his attacker. Craig took the opportunity to send a kick towards Tom, knocking the gun out of his hands. Craig dived for it at the same time as Tom. Unfortunately Tom made it there first, which infuriated Craig. He tackled the injured man and sent blow after blow to Tom's head and midsection. Tom tried the best he could to block the blows but was unsuccessful. Craig sent one last vicious kick to Tom's already aching ribs and was then able to grab the gun. He grabbed a hold of Tom's hair, yanking his head back. "Make another move and I'll blow your fucking head off." To emphasize his point, he jammed the gun under Tom's chin. "Hold still, pig." Tom was in such pain at this point that he had no choice but to obey the demand. He was finding it harder and harder to breathe and was fighting back the darkness that threatened to take him.
Doug watched in horror as Craig landed blow after blow to his wounded friend. He pushed himself harder to close the distance between them.
Craig pulled Tom up to his knees by his hair, which made the injured man scream out in pain. He trained the gun under his chin and said, "Stay right there cop. If you come any closer, I'll kill him." Doug stopped in his tracks, unsure of what to do at the moment.
He pointed his gun at Craig and noticed the pain in Tom's eyes. "Don't do anything stupid Craig. Put the gun down and we can work this out." Tom let out a moan of pain and looked up at Doug, his eyes pleading. "It's okay Tom. I'm going to get you out of here."
"H…Hurts Doug." Tom struggled for a breath. "Can't breathe." Doug noticed Tom's body sag in Craig's grip. He was obviously losing his battle to stay conscious.
"Shut up Tom." Craig yanked his hair back, "Or I'll shut you up now." Tom however didn't hear him and tried to speak again. "Sh..Shoot him Doug. Please…" He struggled to stay on his knees and pleaded, "Help me." Tom's outburst angered Craig and he moved the gun from under his chin and brought it down hard onto the back of Tom's head. Tom let out a groan of pain and fell unconscious to the ground.
"You son of a bitch." Doug took a step towards Craig, who in turn pointed the gun at Doug. "Put the gun down Craig or I swear I will shoot you right now." Doug took a quick glance at his injured friend and noticed that he was out cold. He wasn't moving and that worried Doug. "Put it down NOW Craig, I'm warning you."
"Isn't that funny… you're warning me." Craig laughed and stared Doug in the eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, I also have a gun." Doug watched as he sent a vicious kick into the side of his unconscious friend. "I'm not afraid to use it on poor Tommy here either, so why don't you drop your gun." With that he bent down and pointed the gun to Tom's head. "Now or I'll put a bullet in his head."