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The Harding family, seven of them, were found butchered on the grounds of their six-acre estate a few miles west of Gotham City. The youngest, three-year-old Jesse, was never found. Many modern crime scene investigation protocols were still in their infancy. The crime scene integrity depended, as it still does, on the original responding officers. Unfortunately, the officers sent to investigate a neighbor's observation of newspapers piling up on the driveway and a bad smell, were fresh out of the police academy and eager to prove they were 'good' cops. The pair trampled over the scene, moving critical pieces of evidence, and inadvertently destroying other evidence in their quest to 'solve' the crime. By the time more experienced officer's arrived, the damage was done. The killers were never apprehended. The homicides, twenty-six years cold, were suddenly brought to the forefront when a trio of inmates, Denning, Royce, and Munson admitted to the slayings. Since all three were serving multiple life sentences, the Gotham District Attorney did not plan to prosecute them until a well-connected relative insisted. The convicts knew enough unpublished details about the crime to have either participated or knew someone with firsthand knowledge of the slaughter. It seemed easy enough to bring the convicts to Gotham, let them have their little circus, convict them on the Harding deaths and send them back to their hellhole.
"Ya know, glasses? You seem to know an awful lot about this police sniper stuff. Why's that?" Danine's cry punctuated his question.
"I … I told you. I worked the police beat. They … all – all the new reporters … have to do it. The boss says it … toughens us up," Kara kept her breathing shallow. "Please, …please. I got to know some … of the cops doing the tactical stuff. The one guy was … trying to impress me about how hard it was to … to be a sniper."
That's enough. Let him come to his own conclusions now. He'll tip the wrong way if you say too much. Come on, Oliver. You know what I said makes sense.
"Well, without the glasses … yeah, she could be cute enough for a cop to wag his dick at," Munson mused. "You got a nice ass, Glasses."
"Business first," Oliver snapped. "So, how many of us can fit inside that helicopter?"
"It's small you … you know. So it can land easier. I didn't get to see … how big you guys are …but it should fit you guys with maybe room for … a hostage."
Kara heard the close scuffling and let her body react as someone kicked her twice in quick succession.
"Just one fucking hostage? Really? You stupid –"
Munson was interrupted by Oliver, "No. We'll have two. The pilot and her. That's all we'll need. The pilot's gotta be some kind of cop. Ain't no way they'd let a civilian fly that copter. That means we got two bargaining chips the cops care about. Royce, take a couple of those kitchen knives. If the pilot gives us any trouble, we'll start carving up Glasses."
"Take your bitch shield too," Munson insisted. "She's small. That'll give us three and she's more expendable … you know, to make a point if we need to. If it's too crowded, we can throw her out."
"Yeah, good idea. Now next time," Oliver stopped speaking and Kara heard several emphatic whooshing noises.
Ouch, sounds like Oliver told off Munson using their sign language. Guess you're not supposed to say too much in front of the hostages – especially the ones you plan on killing. They might put up a fight if they know they're going to die anyway.
"I'm still taking my shield. At least until we get to the chopper," Royce announced.
"No. Take that one," Oliver ordered.
Who is he taking? Does that mean Munson is taking me? As soon as they let me up, and I can see where everyone is, I'm taking them out. I don't care if my secret identity is –"
"Call 'em up," Royce said. "I'm chopping off this big mouth's hand if that copter ain't big enough to –"
"PLEASE!" Kara infused as much pain as she could into her voice. "You have to understand. If … the helicopter is too big it can't … land here. That's why I said … Catco. It'll fit. I really am trying to … help."
"Yeah, why are you trying to help us?" The suspicion in Royce's voice was back.
"Didn't mean I was … was trying to help you, not really. Said I'd cooperate if … stop hurting everyone else. Trying to help them," Kara heard some scuffles and waited for another kick, mildly surprised when it didn't come.
"Shit, Glasses, you think you're some kind of hero? You ain't nothin'! I'm gonna kill whoever I want and Royce is gonna chop up whoever he wants to. You ain't got no –"
"Munson! Watch the door, dammit! We're too close. This is gonna work." Oliver picked up the business phone, "Hey, police bitch, where's that copter? … I DON'T CARE IF THE FUCKING OWNER DOESN'T WANT TO GIVE IT UP! YOU'RE THE POLICE – TAKE IT! … You've got about five minutes to have that fucking thing here and ready to fly or someone here is gonna be short one arm. Got it?"
Cat's giving them a hard time about using the helicopter? Are the police using that line as a stall tactic? Rao! Don't play games with them!
"You have to wait! Please! … I know the CEO – the owner – of the company. She can be … a real bitch. No one … messes with her. Really …," Kara faked a cough. Now time to stroke their egos. Let them feel somehow they are in charge. Cool them down a little. "No one but you guys …demanding she do something … she doesn't want to do."
"Really? You expect me to believe that you're a new reporter but you and the owner of the company know each other. Ha! You're full of shit! You worthless –"
Kara cut Royce off, "I was … her assistant for a … few months. I transferred as soon as I …could. Before she could … fire me. You can … go ahead ask anyone who … knows her. I'm not lying."
"She's right …argh."
The male voice cut off abruptly after Kara heard a dull meaty thunk.
Was that John or Scott? Maybe it was the guy sitting with the girl.
"Nice job, dipshit," Oliver said sarcastically.
He sounds mad. Really mad. What happened? I wish I could see what's going on."
The kitchen phone rang again. Oliver let it ring for a full minute before picking up the handset.
"Yeah. Where's my copter, bitch? … Fucking great." Oliver slammed the handset down, "It's on the way. Guess your boss thinks your ass is worth saving, Glasses. She bought you a few more minutes, anyway. You're –"
The sound of a helicopter reverberating off of buildings filled the kitchen. Kara, who heard it approach when the kitchen phone started ringing, winced at the noise.
This is it. As soon as I get up and see where everyone is I'll make my move. I'm out of options now.
"You! Glasses! SLOWLY stand up and keep your fucking face turned away from me or this bitch gets a new hole in her ear. I MEAN IT! If I see that ponytail so much as bounce, I'll do this bitch here and now. Understand? You want to keep her alive? You do exactly what I say!"
Damn it! Why is he so adamant I don't see what's going on? He doesn't know who I am … what I can do. Crap! I tried to manage too early. Made him feel like he didn't have power over me. Now he's enjoying playing puppet master in front of everyone. Even when freedom is right out the front door waiting, he still has to prove he has all of the cards. That's the reason he is so fixated on controlling me. It must be how he keeps his reputation in prison. I have to get his mind off of me. Get up real slow. Don't give him any reason to hurt Danine.
"I … I know you've probably figured out … you need to keep the weight down … for the helicopter to … make it to the border without … refueling. The … the more weight in the helicopter the less likely you'll make it south of the border … unless you keep … the weight as light … as possible for the … the whole trip," Kara was finally standing.
"YOU BITCH!" Munson yelled from across the kitchen. "You planned this all along! Do her now, Oliver!"
"Shut it, Munson. You see any cops out there or do we have a clear path to the copter?" Oliver asked. "You need to be our eyes. Keep on task. You can have fun with Glasses later. She was right, you know, about me already figuring all that copter stuff out. It's why I said we only needed her and the pilot – to keep the weight down. We don't want to refuel – at least not on this side of the border."
Perfect. That should get him off of my back. I know he didn't think about the weight issue before or he would have said something when Munson and Royce wanted to take their hostages. Now he looks like he's already thought everything out – I've given him back his position of power. As long as he doesn't realize I'm playing him this just may work out. Once we're up in the air they won't dare hurt the pilot and risk a crash. It'll be me versus those three. Bet I know who will win!