Chapter 3
Ed's P.O.V
"Get me evidence file number 347. It should be under Kelly Landerson." We were all taken back from his request and though Spike was barely conscious, he seemed confused as well.
"Do it!" His finger gripped the trigger.
"I... I can't access those files... Not from here." Spike said drowsily.
"What!" Jackson's anger was showing.
"Hey, why don't I call someone to bring you the file?" Greg asked. "You just need to put the gun down."
"No. Bring the file then you can have him."
"Winnie, can you please bring file number 347, under Kelly Landerson to our GPS location. As quickly as you can please."
"On it." Winnie replied.
"Jackson, it's on it's way. Now, he needs medical attention. Why don't you let my friend Sam here attend to his head wound?"
He thought for a minute, but finally shook his head.
"If you try anything, I won't think twice about shooting him. Drop your weapons over there. Caleb make sure there aren't any other weapons."
Sam began dropping all his weapons off with me. Then Caleb patted him down and he got into the van. Sam wasted no time, feeling for a pulse.
"Hey Spike, can you here me? You are going to be fine." Spike nodded slightly.
"His pulse is slow, he has a concussion. How do you feel Spike?"
"Dizzy. I... I umm... I can't... Uhh..." Spike's eyes started flickering shut.
""Spike. Spike, stay with me." Spike's head fell down. "Spike!"
"He needs a hospital fast. He has a large head injury and there is too much blood."
"No hospital! Just try to fix it!"
"I need a cloth. Something to hold to his head."
"Caleb, hand him your jacket." Caleb once again did as he was told, without any argument. Sam ripped the sleeve and held it to the back of his head. Off in the distance we could hear sirens.