Danny jogged up to Flack's car. "Flack!"

"Danny. We've just initiated contact, but there's still no word on the condition of the hostages." Flack said.

"But you spoke to Lindsay right? I mean she's the one who called you?" Danny asked.

Flack nodded slowly. "She didn't sound good Danny."

Danny pressed his lips tightly together and shook his head. "Dammit!"

"We'll get her out of there." Flack said. "Man, I thought Mac would be here by now."

"Gas leak at the lab. Everyone's standin' round outside." Danny replied.

"Nice toy." came an accented voice. It made Danny's skin crawl.

Flack lifted the radio. "Why don't you come outside 'n I'll show you how to use it?"

"Oh you're funny. I like funny people. Unfortunately the odds in here, are just not gonna cut it." he replied.

"Why don't we swamp? Me for the hostages. I'm the one who put you outta business after all." Flack suggested.

"Oh I'll think about it." the man said.

"While you're doin' that, why don't you tell me what you want? Give me something' to think about." Flack asked.

"Well then, let start with my guys. The men you arrested this morning. I want them released." he ordered, and the conversation ended.

Flack lowered the radio. He took a deep breath. "Damn."

"What now?" Danny asked.

Flack shook his head. "I don't know Danny. I don't know."

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Time had passed slowly. There had been no further contact with Flack and no contact from the ringleader. Lindsay leaned her head back against the wall of the trailer. Things weren't going well for them. There was no way Flack could release the men from the drug bust. And with four NYPD officers as hostages, the outcome wasn't going to be good either way.

Suddenly the radio crackled again. "Pack it up lad. It's time to say good-bye."

Jackie set down the radio. "Bring me the cops."

Adam's head snapped to the side. The second man unlocked the cops cuffed behind Adam and brought them out of the trailer. Lindsay watched them hop down out of the trailer. Jackie was rustling around with the bag in front of him. Lindsay glanced back at Adam, they were making their final move.

Jackie tossed them two articles of clothes. "Put these on."

"C'mon, let's go." the second one said.

Lindsay watched the officers dress themselves at their orders. She recognized the outfits. "They're switching places." she whispered.

Adam pulled out the bottle of marquis from his pocket.

"Palms out." Jackie ordered.

Lindsay could hear the tape being pulled. She could see one officer holding one of the guns as they were taped to their wrists. Adam tossed the bottle to Lindsay.

The masks were traded with the offices and the hostage takers pulled off their jumpsuits, revealing NYPD uniforms. Adam and Lindsay traded knowing looks, this was it. Lindsay began unscrewing the lid with her fingers.

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Danny was leaning against the hood of the patrol car. They hadn't heard anything from the hostage takers in a half an hour. Flack had called in, but Danny knew very well that the men weren't getting out of at all. He swallowed nervously, fearing for Lindsay's safety.

"Cop, you there?" came the voice.

Flack lifted the radio. "Yeah I'm right here."

"You release my boys?" he asked.

"I spoke to my supervisors, they're gonna see what they can do." Flack answered.

"That's not good enough sir, but go." came the reply.

Danny balled his hands into fists and watched the inferred monitor.

Flack tapped the radio against his vest, thinking. "Well I'll tell you what might speed things up. Proof of life. You put an officer on the line, let me hear their voice, know that the others are alive, that'll definitely grease the wheels."

Danny bit his lip, hoping the man would listen.

"You wanna hear somethin'? How bout the sound of a young lass takin' her last breath? WILL THAT GREASE THE WHEELS?" he demanded.

"WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!" Flack yelled.

Danny watched as the speaker moved into the inferred view, heading for the trailer. He grabbed the hunched figure in the corner, hauling them to their feet. "Flack he's making a move!"

Flack watched the monitor. Suddenly the hunched figure slammed the other to the wall. The other taker moved toward the trailer. Gunshots broke out into the air.

"It's going down! Let's move! Move in!" Flack ordered. He charged toward the warehouse.

Danny removed his gun from his holster and followed them. His heart raced frantically, hoping Lindsay was alright.

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