Like Eating Glass-Chapter 3
I'm going to try and pound this story out pretty quick, I'm thinking I want to try and finish it this weekend but that might be pushing it. I've only got about three weeks left in the semester so I want to finish this off before I get really crazy with finals. So on that note, onward! I still don't own Flashpoint and I'm still looking for reviews. All this writing I've been doing is going to be leading up to a long, awesome story that I've been holding off on for a while. I want to make sure I'm really getting everything perfect in that, so tell me what to do better in this!
Wordy gazed out the window as Spike drove the command truck down the suburban road. They'd abandoned the city a few minutes ago and were driving through the normal looking neighborhood towards the address Winnie had given them. The gray skies set an ominous tone as Wordy sat quietly, gathering his composure.
"You okay, Wordy?" Spike asked as he glanced towards the passenger seat. He drove carefully down the narrow roads.
"I'm good." Wordy readjusted himself and sat up a bit straighter. "You know, domestics..." Spike nodded in understanding. Wordy hated domestic calls. He had a huge heart and he hated seeing people getting hurt, especially people who were vulnerable. Women and children were supposed to be protected, not beaten or abused. It wasn't a secret that he had saved his wife from a violent marriage, Wordy was Shelly's knight in shining armor and the most over protective father his three daughters could ever have. The idea that a father or husband could hurt the people he was supposed to love bothered him and angered him. He checked himself again. Got to stay calm here. He reminded himself. Doesn't matter what the subject's done, we've got to keep the peace.
In the distance they were able to see the flashing lights of the police cruisers and he took another deep breath to calm himself. Spike pulled the command truck up to the far curb and they exited the truck to take stock of the situation. There were a few uniformed officers setting up a perimeter on the scene and getting the nosy neighbors back into their homes as Greg and Ed approached one of them. Wordy took a look at the house in front of them. It was overall nondescript, the yellow siding was slightly discolored and the trees in the front yard barely held onto their leaves in the now whipping wind. Wordy turned his back to the breeze and looked at the rest of the neighborhood. He took in the uniform appearance of the homes and the neatly trimmed lawns. Greg and Ed turned form the officer and Greg started to speak into the radios.
"First responders say there were three shots fired from inside the house. Neighbor called it in, I'm going to talk to her." Greg walked over to the perimeter and started to speak to an elderly woman as Ed took over on the radios.
"Spike, you're in the truck, we need some information." Spike nodded before speaking.
"Someone get the license plates on the cars in the driveway and I'll run them, make sure we don't have any surprises." Spike added as he shut the door.
"Jules, see if you have eyes anywhere and then find a perch, you're Sierra One." Ed said as she looked at the drawn blinds of the house. "Sam, look for some less lethal options, we don't know what we're dealing with. Wordy, help Jules with eyes and look at entry options." Ed finished as he used his binoculars to get the license plate information for Spike.
Wordy and Jules grabbed bags of gear from the trucks and evaluated their options about where they would go to get eyes. The home was small and simple. A few concrete steps led up the solid wood front door. There were only a few windows in the home and all of them had blinds covering any view in.
"Maybe here." Wordy pointed to a spot on the blueprints, there was a backdoor that they weren't able to see from where they were. Jules nodded and Wordy relayed the information to Ed as Spike's voice came over the radio.
"Looks like the owner of the house is Andrew Bornstien. He has one daughter, Emily Bornstien. Nothing on the mother, I'll keep digging. The car in the driveway belongs to an uncle, Devon Bornstien, the father's brother." Wordy and Jules had quietly made their way to the back of the house and were setting up the small, fiber optic camera to slip under the door.
"Neighbors say that the dad is a little short with people, has a temper but they've never had any problems. They say the girl is quiet, timid at time but polite. Spike, anything else?" Greg asked as he walked back to the truck.
"I think I have something here, it's confidential so give me a second." Spike said as he frantically typed on his computers. "Bingo." He said energetically before his expression and inflection dulled. "It's a file from Children's Services. They visited the house yesterday, a full investigation is going to be opened, there's some signs of abuse but nothing substantial enough to remove Emily from her father's care." Spike explained bitterly. Wordy's blood boiled at hearing Spike's words but he channeled his energy into assembling the snake cam.
"Alright guys, let's go careful here." Greg's voice seeped into their ears and calmed all of their nerves. "Spike, get the social worker down here, let's see what exactly they found. The girl might have talked and the Dad might be angry so let's account for that. Wordy, Jules, you have eyes yet?" Greg asked just as they flipped on the screen and saw the picture flicker to life. Wordy and Jules looked carefully at it for a moment to make sure that their eyes weren't deceiving them. Jules found her voice first.
"Boss, this isn't what we think it is." She started as she turned the small screen more towards Wordy. "The girl has the gun on one of the men, one of them is on the ground and looks hurt."
I know this is short, these first few chapters were going to be short to begin with but then outlining also makes everything shorter (or so it feels). So, what do you think so far? Suggestions? The next chapter is going to get pretty intense. Probably will post more tonight.