Chapter 2

Jules P.O.V

I rode in the same car as Ed, at one point we were ahead of the truck then it took off in the other direction. We took a quick U-turn and now we were the last SUV. The speedometer read ninety miles per hour, then we watched as all the cars ran into the next. Ours was the last to hit Parker's car. My head flew forward and the airbags deployed. It didn't take long for me to snap back to reality.

"Ed, guys you alright?" I asked. Everyone relied with quick and frustrated yeahs, all except Spike.

"Spike. Spike, you ok? How are you doing in there?" Still no reply. Ed cursed under his breathe. We all rushed to the truck, surrounding it. I went to the door to unlock it, but it was no use, the car door was too bent to open.

"Get out with your hands in the air!" Wordy screamed in unison with Lou. Jackson and Caleb didn't come out, so Wordy opened the driver door.

"Jackson. Out with your hands up!" There was still no response.

"Looks like the driver is unconscious." I went over next to him to get a better view of the damage. Lou opened the passenger door as well, but Caleb was ready. He jumped out of the car. Gun pointed at whoever tried to get close to him.

"Back off! Back off! Where's my brother?" He looked over at Wordy, who had pulled him out of the van and was now trying to help his head wound.

"Jackson! Wake up Jackson!" Jackson started to stir and then jolted awake.

"Back off of him!" Wordy walked back slowly and Jackson used the van to help him get back up. He leaned against it and the brothers met around the back, but the rear, now bent out of shape, door. Police surrounded them, but Caleb still held his gun up. He glanced over at his brother, who took the gun from him.

"Alright let's just calm down, my name is Sergeant Parker of the SRU..." He didn't get to finish his introduction, before getting interrupted.

"Shut up! Open this door."

"I can't do that Mr. Landerson, we need more equipment."

"I said, open it! Can't you just shoot the lock or something?"

No, we need a lot more to get through bent steel." Parker said.

"Like a bomb?" Caleb said, running back into the car and grabbing a small grenade under the seat.

"That's not the best idea. I can just call for our equipment."

"No time." Jackson said, nodding to his brother and backing away from the door. Our team reluctantly did the same as Caleb set the grenade on the hinge, pulling ht trigger and running over to his brother. The explosion wasn't huge, but it was enough to pop the hinge. The steel door landed on the ground in a loud bang. Inside, Spike lay unconscious on the floor. Lou and I moved to get to him, but we were warned away by Jackson.

"Back away from the truck!" Jackson stepped up into the truck and walked backward toward Spike. He first took Spike's gun from him and handed it to Caleb, then felt for a pulse.

"Wake up!" He tapped the back of Spike's head with the tip of his gun, when there was no response he flipped him over with his foot to reveal a nasty gash on his forehead. "I said wake up!" He hit him harder with his gun.

"Hey! He is injured, just be careful please." Parker snapped, but it worked, Spike started to stir. When he opened his eyes, he looked around obviously dazed. Jackson pulled Spike to his feet, carrying all of his weight and this only made Spike more dazed.

"Caleb, get that chair." He picked up the knocked over computer chair and set it up at the station, which Jackson set him in. He help to gun to the back of Spike's head.

"Get me evidence file number 347. It should be under Kelly Landerson."