Chapter 20 (Sam's POV)
I didn't want Freddie to rob anymore. Last time was too much of a close call.
-Memory-
When the cops started coming down the street, my heart felt like it was going to burst through my chest. I quickly stood in the window. I saw Spencer and Carly pull up in a mini-van.
Carly was motioning to me to get in. I glanced through the bank window and knew Gabriel had seen me. I scrambled to the mini-van and climbed in just before the cops parked their cars.
Gibby was sitting next to me. "Gibby, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"You'll see," he grinned.
I saw Freddie and the look alikes come out of the bank. All guns were pointed at them. I couldn't hear what Freddie was saying. "DON'T SHOOT!" I heard Detective Grant shout. Then the Detective told Freddie he didn't want to hurt anyone else.
I smiled. That Detective had NO idea.
My smile faded when I saw Freddie raise his M16 to shoot and it didn't fire. A loud shot came from one of the guns a cop was holding. Luke Johnson. "Shit!" Carly said.
"No!" I cried.
Freddie's M16 clattered to the cement. He gripped his right shoulder and Freddie's knees buckled. Freddie hit the cement. My heart stopped. I tried to get out of the car but Spencer grabbed me.
Gibby pulled out what looked like two remote car controllers. Then I realized what they were and why Gibby was there. "No." I almost laughed.
Spencer backed the car up as far as he could and Gibby hit buttons on both controllers. Four cop cars went up in flames and smoke.
People screamed. Many policemen I knew would suffer horrible burns. We all shot out of the car and ran to Freddie. Gabriel and I helped carry Freddie to the mini-van. "Hell, yeah!" Malese shouted looking at the smoke rising in the air.
"I didn't know you could put bombs on cars, Gib," Annie said.
"Guys, can we please just get Freddie in the van? Questions later!" I snarled.
We quickly got Freddie to the van and slammed the door. Carly gave me a towel. "Put pressure on his shoulder to stop the bleeding!" Carly commanded me.
I did as she said. At the time, none of us had time to worry about getting something from Freddie's blood. The only thing that matter was keeping him alive.
-End Memory-
It was scary. For awhile, I thought Freddie was going to die and leave me. Even after we saved him, we all knew his life was in danger every day.
FREDDIE'S POV
A week passed. Achilles went back to Mexico until our plan came into motion. News reporters and magazines were saying many different things about me. Some said I was dead; others said I was planning one more giant attack on the White House.
Both claims were bull.
Detective Grant was still trying to get a warrant for Carly's apartment. I wondered what they did with Luke Johnson. I guess, at least one cop had guts.
My shoulder had healed enough that I didn't have to wear a sling anymore, but it still hurt and needed to be wrapped. So the look alikes and I decided we should try to rob another bank. This time we thought maybe we it would be easier at night.
The place was deserted. We came around the back. Sam knelt down by the back door and began picking the lock. "We're in," she whispered.
I grabbed my M16 and flashlight and went inside. No one was around. "Find the manger's office. Maybe there's a key to the vault," I ordered the look alikes.
They nodded and went to find the manger's office. Sam gripped my arm. She was shivering. "Chill, babe, we'll be out of here in no time," I assured her.
SAM'S POV
Freddie's words weren't comforting. Something was wrong. Something was different this time. I gritted my teeth and kept my hand on Freddie's arm.
Suddenly the sound of a window being broken filled the room. "No!" Freddie cried and tackled me.
He pulled me behind a desk. "What's going on?" I demanded.
"The cops are here and they're trying to gas us," Freddie told me.
I could hear stumbling. Annie fell out of a doorway. "FREDDIE! RUN!" Gabriel screamed.
"FREEZE!" another voice yelled.
Freddie grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door. A gun fired. It missed my arm by two inches. "Duck!" Freddie commanded me.
Just as I ducked, Freddie whipped around and fired his M16. A cop cried out in pain and fell on the ground. Freddie pulled to the side of the bank and we pressed our backs against the wall. "I want you to get to Spencer, Carly, and Gibby. I'll distract the cops," Freddie told me.
"Just don't get caught, okay?" I said.
"Me? Get caught? Sam, don't worry I'll be fine," he smiled.
FREDDIE'S POV
Sam went another way. I took a deep breath and gripped my M16. I ran toward the front of the bank but then I heard a cry. Sam. I turned on my heels and went to the she had.
"Let me go!" Sam screamed.
I saw cops putting her in a police car. They started the car and started to drive away. Rain started coming down on me. "No!" I cried and ran after the car.
The car was speeding away. I couldn't let them take Sam. As I was running, I raised my M16 and aimed it. But if I had fired it, Sam could get hurt if the car crashed. They were getting farther and farther away. "Sam!" I cried.
Then I tripped on something and I fell flat on my face. Weakly, I pulled myself up so I was on my knees.
Detective Grant had won. They got Sam. They got my team. Everything was crumbling away to nothing. They were going to take everything that mattered to me. What could I do? Nothing.
I felt hands on my shoulders. "Freddie, come on, we can't help them," Carly said.
Well, they hadn't gotten all of my team. Carly helped me up and put me in the van. Gibby sat next to me and had a look of shock on his face. "Dude, what happened?"
"They tricked us...made us think the bank would be an easy target. No cameras. I thought they were out front, but they were waiting for Sam on the other side of the building. It was all a trap," I said.
"What are we going to do, Freddie?" Spencer asked.
"We're going to break Sam and the look alikes out," I said.
"And how are we supposed to do that?" Carly asked.
"We need to get in," I told her. "And by 'we' I might me."
"Whoa! You're not going to jail alone!" Gibby protested.
"I just want you guys to wait for me to get Sam out. Take her somewhere safe and I'll sorry about the look alikes," I growled.
SAM'S POV
I felt arms around me. I screamed when I saw Luke Johnson. This whole thing was a setup! I struggled in his arms. I kicked his knee. Luke winced but didn't let go. Suddenly another pare of hands grabbed my feet. I was thrown into a police car and the door was slammed behind me.
The look alikes were passed out next to me. My whole body was shaking. I had walked right into their trap.
I was dragged into a police station and into a back room. They told me to sit in this chair. Minutes later Luke Johnson and two other cops I didn't know came into the room. One of the other cops handcuffed me to the chair. (A/N: Anyone know what's coming?)
"Where is Freddie Benson? We know you've been helping him," Luke told me.
"Like I would tell you," I growled.
Luke shrugged. "That's cool." He turned around and then bitch slapped me. "Where is he?"
My face stung. "Well, I'm not going to tell you now!" I yelled.
Luke's face twisted. He punched my face, then slapped me again. "We can go all night," he said and wiped some hair out of his face.
"I don't know! He could be anywhere!" I snapped.
"Yes, you do know. You've been hiding with him." Luke grabbed my hair and made me look at him.
"So what if I have?"
Luke kicked me and slapped me. Tears came down my cheeks. I was in so much pain. "WHERE IS HE?" Luke shouted.
I couldn't speak. Luke let go of my hair and picked up a book. I felt the book crash down on my head. That's why I hated books. Someone opened the door. It was a woman that must have worked there. "Sir! You can't do this!" she pleaded.
Luke pushed her out. "I can do what I want to catch a criminal." He shut the door.
"I have to use the restroom," I told Luke.
Of course, he ignored me.
I couldn't keep track of time. My whole body hurt. My head was bleeding. I wished my body would go numb. I couldn't move or fight back.
I could hear fighting outside the room. The door burst open and Luke slapped me. Everything went silent. I looked up. Three men were holding Freddie. They were all starring at Luke.
Freddie's face looked at mine. His eyes were wide with anger and shock. His gaze shifted the Luke. A look of hate appeared on his face. "I'm going to kill you," Freddie told Luke.
Author's note: AW! Freddie is ticked off now! Luke is in trouble! There will probably be only two more chapters to iFugitive :'( This chapter was based off of Public Enemies.