A/N: I'm back and I still don't own Flashpoint or its characters, or anything really except for the plot! This hot call might seem like a filler chapter but it's not. 3 reasons: I introduce Anatoly Vadim and Andrei Boris, we learn some more about Sam's past, and we see more badass Sam!
"Alright Winnie, what do we have?" Sgt. Greg Parker asked through the headset.
"Toronto Police answered to shots fired in a warehouse at the docks. Turns out it's a gang war between the Golden Dragons and an unknown gang."
"Do we know how many subjects we're dealing with here?"
"Reportedly 8 Golden Dragons and 3 from the unknown, all armed. 3 of the Dragons are in custody. One of the gang members in custody was actually an undercover cop who provided the information."
"Alright thanks Winnie," Greg sighed, this would be a tough one. "Ed?"
Ed nodded, taking his cue. "Okay team, stealth will be our best friend on this one. Jules, Spike you two are Bravo. Lew, Wordy, Charlie. David, you are with me. We'll be Alpha. Copy?"
Six copies were heard through the headsets. Ed continued. "You all have authorization to use lethal force if necessary. Remember to proceed with upmost caution. Any questions?" Ed paused. "Alright Team, lets do this!"
Three black SUVs screeched to a stop behind the perimeter set up by police cars, men in uniform kneeling behind opened doors in preparation to shoot in case a gang member decide it wad a good idea to leave the relative safety of the warehouse. As soon as Team One stepped foot on the asphalt, they were greeted by gunshots echoing inside the looming structure.
Clicks of opening doors were heard as Team One retrieved their weapons from the back of the SUVs. MP5s, rubber bullet guns, CS gas, and flash bang grenades made up their ammunition to face the war inside.
Sam studied the large warehouse before him. Rusty gray metal enveloped the large rectangular structure, two floors, boarded up windows, and metallic double doors that looked like they would fall off any moment.
He looked over at his wife, who was checking her ammo. As if feeling his gaze, she looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back. No words were said but the message was loud and clear. I love you, be careful.
Ed and Greg walked over to the man in charge, an older detective with thinning white hair.
"Detective, what can you tell us? Is it possible to talk these men down?" Greg asked looking for a way to end this without casualties, if there weren't some already.
The older man sighed. "You can give it a shot, but my men already attempted to make contact. The only response we got was bullets flying our way."
Ed formed an idea in his head. "Greg, try negotiating anyway. Whether they listen or not, it'll be a good distraction so the team can move in." He turned to the detective. "Do you have any blueprints?"
The man nodded, and motioned for a young officer to hand him a large, creased paper. He spread the map on one of the cop cars and Ed motioned the team over to study the layout.
"Alright team, here's the plan. Bravo you two rappel in through here." He pressed his finger to a large window on the second floor. "Charlie, you two go in through the back door on the first floor. And David, we go in through this side door."
"Copy that!" Five voices chorused as they headed to their respective locations.
"Alright everyone on Channel 2! Stealth is fast..."
"Fast is lethal!" The team finished as they quickly jogged around the sides of the warehouse to their respective locations.
Sam stayed a few paces behind Ed as they quietly made their way to the side door. Ed placed a hand on the knob and raised three fingers, counted down, and opened the door. Both men raised their guns and cautiously walked in, allowing the gunshots to lead them through the maze of hallways and walkways to the source of the problem.
"We're in." Sam heard Jules's voice report over the headset.
"Copy." Ed acknowledged. "Charlie?"
"Door's heavily barred. Looking for another point of entry." Wordy informed.
"There should be a boarded window about 300 feet from the door. If necessary, you can use explosives."
"Got it." Lew said.
Ed raised his fist in front of him. An odd quiet settled over the warehouse. Something was wrong. Both men stopped and did a quick recon of the area. They could even hear Greg attempting to encourage the men to lower their weapons and end this peacefully from outside through the loudspeaker.
"Ed." Sam whispered and pointed to a silhouette on the ground before them. Ed approached the unmoving man as Sam kept his gun trained on the man's head. Ed checked his pulse and shook his head. "He's dead." He studied the tattoo on the man's wrist, then clicked his headset. "Boss we found a dead subject. Golden Dragon. Gunshot wound to the head and two to the chest."
Greg sighed. "Copy that Eddie. I'm not having much luck on this end either."
"Ed? We found two bodies. Golden Dragon." Jules informed over the headsets. "Looks like they both took a single shot to the forehead and two to the chest."
"Copy. That means five subjects are still at large. 2 Dragons and 3 unknown."
"Negative." Wordy spoke up. "We just found the two remaining Dragons. Same MO. A shot to the forehead and two to the chest."
Ed clenched his jaw. "Copy that. Team, the three remaining men seem to be highly trained. Keep your eyes -"
Ed was interrupted by a loud yell over the headsets. Then they heard Wordy's panicked shout. "Lew!"
Faintly they heard a man speaking in a thick accent. "Put your weapons down and I don't kill your friend."
"Lew!" Spike shouted over the headsets, concern for his best friend flooding him.
Ed tensed. "Wordy?"
"Ed what's going on?" Greg asked, concern lacing his voice.
"They have Lew and Wordy." Ed answered in disbelief. His words then gained a steel. "Bravo head to the first floor, south side. Jules you have Scorpio if you can get a shot."
"Copy that." Spike and Jules answered with resolve.
"David, we'll clear this area and then..." Ed stopped mid sentence. He searched around and realized he had been so caught up in checking the body and giving and receiving reports that he hadn't realized that David was gone. "David status!"
"Ed?" Jules tried to veil her worry.
Suddenly they heard a commotion over the headsets. Men speaking in Russian. A pained shout. Three successive gunshots. A loud thump. Then silence.
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As soon as he saw the way in which the Chinese man had been killed, Sam slipped away from Ed's side and headed deeper into the warehouse, heading south.
He recognized that MO, the single gunshot to the forehead and two to the chest. Andrei Boris. He was allegedly connected to Anatoly Vadim, a Russian mafia boss that had been in the government's, and his, radar for years. He had encountered Andrei and his men in Great Britain and he had the gunshot wound on his chest to prove it. The man had missed any major organ by an inch. Andrei, however, hadn't been so lucky, Sam's arrow had wedged itself deeply into his shoulder, nicking a nerve and rendering his left arm useless. On top of that Sam had taken out his six men, only Andrei got away.
But this time he wouldn't.
Sam inched closer, butterfly knives that had been stashed in his combat boots in one gloved hand. The glock whose bullets he had switched out in the other gloved hand. He could hear four voices. One sounded dazed, the other three held a thick accent. Like a shadow, he slipped from his position behind the darkened hallway to crouch behind a wooden crate. He listened to the headset - the one he had muted so he could hear the team but they couldn't hear him. They still hadn't realized he was gone, stuck in shock by the capture of Wordy and Lew. Which meant he still had time.
He peeked around the crate to study the situation. Wordy was kneeling on the ground, an unconscious Lew on his lap. Andrei was watching them while one of his men piled guns into a black backpack, the other one setting up some kind of device at the far west corner. He realized it was a bomb.
He cursed and thought about alerting the team but decided against it. They still hadn't realized he was gone and he didn't need their panic. He could stop the man before he enabled the device anyway.
Aiming squarely at the chest of one of Andrei's men, the one who was setting up the bomb, he let a butterfly knife fly. A thump reverberated in the large room.
Andrei turned to his fallen mate and shock crossed his face before cold anger burned his features. He looked around carefully with narrowed eyes, his other man sweeping the area with his gun.
Wordy stared in shock at the glistening metal protruding from the dead man's chest. What the hell?
"Come out or I will kill him." Andrei threatened in a thick accent, his gun aimed at Wordy's forehead.
"Я бы не угрожать мне, если бы я тебя, Андрей." (I wouldn't threaten me if I were you, Andrei.)
For a split second, fear and dread crossed the man's face, obviously recognizing Sam's voice, and muttered in disbelief. "Тень смерти." (The shadow of death)
Andrei looked around and motioned his man to clear the area. With some fear the man began searching behind crates, holding his gun straight in front of him.
Sam waited until the henchman came around to his crate before lunging into him, sending the gun skittering backward. Sam crashed his fist to the man's face, rendering him unconscious. All this happened in a split second.
Andrei pointed his gun at Sam, who pointed his gun at Andrei.
"Мы встретимся снова, Тень." (We meet again, Shadow.) Andrei snarled.
"Я вижу, вы получили себе новый руку Андрея." (I see you got yourself a new arm Andrei.) Sam commented with a smirk, eyeing the prosthetic.
"Я разочарован видеть, что ты не умер. Но я исправлю это сегодня." (I'm disappointed to see you're not dead. But I'll fix that today.) Andrei threatened, a horrible smile grazing his features.
Wordy heard the men speaking but didn't understand a word they were saying. He couldn't get a good look at the other man in the room, due to his position on the floor. If he turned to look, he would risk a bullet to the head.
"Нет, вы не будете." (No you won't.) Sam said casually. He listened into the headsets and realized they were looking for him. Time to wrap things up. "Позвольте мне сказать вам, что. Я не так много времени, потому что полицейские будут врываться сюда в любую минуту. Так дайте мне лекарство, и я обещаю быстрый безболезненную смерть. По рукам?" (Let me tell you what. I don't have much time, because the cops will barge in here any minute now. So give me the cure and I promise a quick painless death. Deal?)
Andrei laughed, a deep rumble that seemed to shake the warehouse. "Я не даю вам дерьмо! Хотя я удивлен, что вы заботитесь об этих людях. Они на самом деле положил сердце в вас после того как я убил твоего последний?" (I'm not giving you shit! Although I'm surprised you care about these men. Did they actually put a heart in you after I killed your last one?)
"Плохой выбор." (Bad choice.)
In the blink of an eye, a butterfly knife had wedge itself into Andrei's right arm, the gun clattering to the floor. Andrei yelled and lunged at Wordy and Lou, smacking Wordy hard across the face with his metallic arm, eliciting a shout.
"Я его убью!" (I will kill him!) Andrei threatened, holding a now unconscious Wordy between his arm and chest.
Sam saw red, he took out his gun and shot the man twice before he could even move another muscle. The man he had knocked out earlier began to stir, and without hesitation, he shot him in the forehead.
Sam stared at the blood bath in a daze. Did I really do this? He was glad Lew and Wordy had been unconscious or they would know who he really was. A cold blooded killer.
Remembering the cure, he ran to Andrei's body and pushed him away from Wordy and Lew. He searched Andrei's pocket and found the syringe and clear vial. He pushed the fluid into the needle and pressed it to Lew's arm.
Andrei Boris wasn't only known for his gunshot MO, but for the poison he injected his victims with when he didn't want to make noise. Men could be alive for days under the poison but since they looked dead, you'd think they actually were. He'd heard of many being buried alive under this poison.
He then checked Wordy's pulse. He sighed in relief when he felt it strong and steady.
Before the team came he quickly stuffed his gloves back in his combat boots and exchanged the bullets in his glock from his specialized ones to the SRU issued ones. Once again, the shadow struck without a single trace, leaving nothing but chaos. Any second now, the team would burst in, he could hear Ed's yelled instructions over the headsets to head south.
They didn't disappoint. Team One moved into the room, guns raised. Once they saw the scene was secure and the subjects dead, they approached Sam, Wordy, and Lew.
Spike kneeled in front of Lew. "Is he okay? What happened?"
"I'm not sure. I'm guessing they were knocked unconscious. Their pulses are steady though."
Jules walked over, paramedics trailing behind her. The paramedics placed Lew and Wordy each on a stretcher and hauled them out, vaguely wondering what happened in this ghastly place. Spike followed the paramedics out, attempting to awaken Wordy and Lew with comforting words.
"What happened? Where the hell where you?" Ed shouted angrily.
"Eddie." Greg placed a hand on Ed's shoulder to calm him down.
Sam sighed. "I heard commotion upstairs and headed up. Then I heard you yelling at everyone to head south on the first floor. So I came and found this." The lie flowed easily from his tongue, sounding so much like the truth that he would have believed it.
Jules eyed him carefully and he looked away. He could never lie to her.
Ed frowned, his eyes glancing at the three dead Russians. He remembered hearing men yelling, arguing in Russian. Maybe they had turned against each other? Something was missing. He glanced back at David. The kid looked like he was telling the truth and he doubted he, alone, could kill three highly trained Russians.
But the kid had still slipped away from his side. "You put the team at risk! You never go off by yourself! It's an unacceptable risk! You could have gotten yourself killed!" Ed fumed, the frustration from the past minutes pouring out. Had it only been about 30 minutes ago that they had arrived on scene?
"We'll talk more about this at HQ, David." Greg added pointedly.
Sam took it all in stride. He just nodded and slowly got up. "Okay. It won't happen again."
Ed nodded gruffly, before heading out, Greg behind him. Detectives began pouring in, taking evidence and bagging bodies.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be okay." He smiled at Jules.
They shared a look of reassurance before heading out. They would talk more later, in the warmth and safety of their home.
Heading out of the warehouse, he took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the questions, the admonishment, and the anger aimed at him.
But that was all meaningless. He still had a mission and a priority.
He looked over at Spike, sitting in the back of an ambulance with a now awake Lew and Wordy, along with the rest of Team One.
He would die tonight.
Oh and in answer to his last question, how do you trust and protect people you will deceit and destroy? You don't. You just don't kill them but kill the bad guys.
A/N 2: I really want to know what you thought so please review! What do you think of Sam? Who's Anatoly Vadim? Why is Andrei Boris important? Will Spike really die tonight? Is Jules clueless or does she suspect something about her husband? Everything is not all as it seems so please share your thoughts! Thank you to all for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following! :)