A/N hey guys, here's another chapter for ya.
Disclaimer: I wished I own everything, but I don't.
"TEAM ONE, HOT CALL, GEAR UP!" Winnie's voice boomed over the intercom.
The team sprung off the gym equipment and changed into their uniforms, grabbed their weapons and were in their trucks in a matter of minutes.
"What do we got Sarge?" Sam asked over their headsets.
"A possible domestic, there are kids involved."
The team cringed inwardly, they hated situations with kids. A lot of the time they never ended well. It was especially bad for whoever had to take the shot on the parents.
Greg gave them the address and they were there within ten minutes. Spike set up command post while Sam and Wordy looked for entrances. Lewis was talking to the neighbours, trying to find out anything at all that could help them. Ed was looking over the blueprints of the house, and Greg and Jules were talking to the commander.
"Sarge, we got a way in." Greg heard Sam say in his ear.
"Talk to me Sam."
"There's a back door that leads into the kitchen. We can hear a man yelling and kids crying from what sounds like a few rooms over. Should we go in?"
"I'd like to have eyes in on the situation first, if that's possible. Spike?"
"Yep, almost there boss. Just gotta turn this, and flick this…." Spike trailed off, speaking to himself more than to the rest of the team. "There, got it."
The team members checked their phones for the live feed of the situation that seemed to be escalating right before them.
"We gotta go in boss." Ed said as he walked up to Greg and Jules. They all looked down at their phones to see a man waving a gun around a woman, who appeared to be the mother, and three small children. The oldest was no more than five.
"Alright, Jules, you negotiate. Me, Wordy and Lewis will cover you. Sam, you're sierra one. Ed, sierra two."
With that being said, the team went through the back doors and entered the chaotic room.
Jules gasped at what she saw. The room stunk of what seemed like a mixture of mildew and manure. There was blood everywhere and the furniture was toppled over. But the most horrible sight of all was probably the three young children huddled in a corner behind their mother who was trying ferociously to protect them from the man that they called 'dad'.
Wordy, Lew and Greg stepped in front of Jules, covering her small body with the ballistics shields. Jules looked over to Greg, who gave her the go sign. She took a small step forward and begun.
"Hi, my name's Jules Callaghan. I'm with the Strategic Response Unit. You want to tell me a bit about what's going on here?"
"Get out of here! We don't need your help!" The man screamed, stepping closer to Jules. "Leave right now! Get off my propriety!" The man aimed his gun at her. Lewis raised his gun to the man's chest. Ready to take the shot if necessary.
"Okay, I need you to calm down, let's gain perspective here. We are only here to help, but we can't if you don't tell us why you are doing this."
"You want to know why I'm doing this? Well, I'll tell you why! That piece of no-good woman over there," He pointed at the terrified mother. "Wants to take my kids away from me! She thinks that I can't take care of my own kids! And you know what? She's right, I can't!"
Jules was getting confused at what he was saying, but never gave up. She could do this. Connect, respect, protect! She chanted over and over in her head.
"I got no job, I got no money! What am I supposed to do?"
"Sir, how is any of this going to help? We need you to put the gun down. We will be able to work something out, please, just put the gun down. You don't want to hurt your kids." Jules pleaded with him.
The man lowered his gun, and it looked like he was giving up. The men moved out of Jules's way so that she could get the gun from him. But everything changed when he looked at Jules, anger and fear flashed in his eyes. He clenched his hand into a fist, and raised his gun at Jules.
Before Greg, Wordy and Lewis had time to react, the man screamed and pulled the trigger. A loud gun shot rang through the air, and pierced through Jules Kevlar vest, and hit her square in the chest.
A/N: Hahahaha, cliff-hanger. I know, I'm evil. If you want to know what happens, just leave me a review! I hope I'm not taking it too fast, advice is always appericated!