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Officer Gary Reynolds flew helicopters in the army during the Gulf War. Afterward he joined the National City Police Department and, eventually, was assigned to the aviation unit. A short balding man with a bit of a paunch, he didn't look like a typical cop. Although he spent most of his shifts flying around National City, Officer Reynolds was also a member of the NCPD Entry Team and was near the command center when Denning made his demand for a helicopter. He immediately volunteered to pilot the craft then called his wife to let her know he would be late for dinner.
The sound of the rotors, bouncing off the surrounding buildings, was deafening. If Oliver was yelling orders a human would have had a hard time hearing them. As it was he was silent as they hurried themselves and their hostages toward the waiting helicopter.
Okay, at the door, now stand off to the side so they can enter. Not much room in there. Don't recognize the pilot. Oliver was right, probably a police officer … I can work with that.
Munson climbed in the helicopter sending Mandy sprawling to the ground next to Kara.
"DON'T FUCKING MOVE, BITCH. YOU STAY THERE OR I WILL SHOOT YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF! Munson yelled from the doorway.
Kara could see his gun pointed at Mandy, another smaller pistol, was touching the back of the pilot's head. Mandy stayed where Munson tossed her covering her head with her arms. Kara heard heavy breathing as Royce approached.
"YOU TWO MOTHERFUCKERS DOWN ON THE GROUND! NOW! OVER THERE NEXT TO THAT ONE. GET DOWN NOW OR I'LL BLOW YOU AWAY! DON'T FUCKING MOVE, ASSHOLES!" Royce was next to Kara, the woman from the front booth still held tight in his arm. "WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOKING AT, GLASSES? TURN YOUR HEAD THE OTHER WAY OR I'LL WASTE HER RIGHT NOW!"
Kara heard a yelp then a cry of pain as Royce flung the woman onto the ground next to the other hostages and clambered onto the aircraft. Two on board. One more and then –
"GLASSES! PUT YOUR HANDS ON TOP OF YOUR HEAD!
Kara did as Oliver ordered then felt his left arm circle her torso as Danine was tossed to the ground near the rest of the hostages. Oliver deliberately grabbed her right breast and squeezed hard as he dragged her toward the opening of the copter.
Oh, really? You despicable excuse for a human being. It was all she could do to hold herself in check knowing the hostages and the pilot were still in danger.
"FEELS GOOD DOESN'T IT, GLASSES? I OWN YOUR ASS!" Oliver yelled as he maneuvered them both into the helicopter.
The space was tight with Kara sandwiched in between Oliver and Royce. Munson was in the co-pilot's seat, his gun barrel making an indentation in the pilot's temple. Oliver shut the door and the rotor noise muted to bearable.
"Turn on that police radio. Now!" Munson ordered.
The pilot, obviously unfamiliar with the layout of the cockpit, hesitated then reached toward Munson to flip several switches.
"You make one more move like that and I'll shoot one of the hostages outside, asshole!" Oliver threatened. "Get this thing up in the air. If you do anything I don't like this bitch loses a piece of her anatomy. Better beg him, Glasses, or you're gonna wish you did!"
Oliver had a small paring knife in his right hand and brought it up underneath Kara's chin. This is it. Time to – no!
The helicopter rose steadily from the ground. Tall buildings, occupied with employees staring out the windows, surrounded the craft on both sides. Oliver took the knife away from Kara's face.
"Looks like he doesn't want to see you bleed yet, Glasses," Oliver tapped Munson on the shoulder, "Put on the earphones. Listen to the radio traffic."
Munson all but ripped the headphones off of the pilot's head, "You don't need these fucking things to fly. You have a compass? Head toward Gotham. S'all you need to know. You fuck up and it gets real messy for the bitch back there. Understand?"
The pilot nodded and concentrated on the instrument panel in front of him. The helicopter was almost clear of the buildings when Royce yelled at the pilot, "Hey, turn this thing around. I wanna see if I can hit the bodies from here!"
The pilot turned to Munson, as if asking his permission.
"WHAT THE FUCK, ASSHOLE, I TOLD YOU TO TURN THIS THING AROUND. YOU DON'T QUESTION WHAT I TELL YOU TO DO!" Royce slapped the pilot on the back of the head. "NOW DO IT!"
The pilot slowly turned the helicopter so Royce's side was facing the hostages still laying prone in the street. The helicopter was seven or eight stories above them.
Royce tapped on the door's window with the barrel of his handgun, "Hey, wanna make a bet how many I can hit from here? Even shooting through the glass I bet I'll get at least two or three."
Kara shook her head not believing the stupidity she was hearing.
They have everything they want, hostages, a way to escape, and they still want to hurt people.
"Better not." Kara warned. I don't want to take these guys out now if I can help it. If the pilot loses control, the helicopter could accidentally careen into one of the buildings. I'd rather wait until we're over the desert if they don't do endanger anyone else.
"Who asked for your opinion, Glasses? Oliver – why don't you keep her busy? I wanna piece too so don't wear her out."
"Listen, Dammit! You can't shoot through the window! It'll mess up the aerodynamics of the helicopter. The pilot won't be able to control it and we'll end up in one of the buildings," Kara lied gambling none of the convicts knew anything about aviation. "Ask the pilot."
Royce turned and pointed his gun in Kara's face, "I've had enough of you."
"ROYCE! STOP!" Oliver reached across Kara and grabbed the gun barrel. "CONCENTRATE! Let's take care of business first. You. Pilot. Is this bitch telling the truth or is she full of shit?"
"She's right. It'll mess up the pressure and I won't be able to pull us out of a tailspin. We'll crash," the pilot lied convincingly.
Great! Thank you, mister pilot. Now get us out of the city so I –
"I think they're both full of shit, Oliver. We can't trust 'em," Royce said.
"Listen up, pilot. This bitch is walking dead right now. She knows it. If you do as you're told, you'll get out of this alive. I'll even sweeten the pot by not making you watch us cut her up. You fuck us over, fine, we all die … some more painfully than others. Yours will be painful and long. You got kids at home? A girlfriend? You wanna see them tomorrow? You do what we say today! Got it?" Oliver brokered.
"I'm not going to give you any problems. Just … leave the girl alone. I'll fly you to Gotham," the pilot replied over his shoulder.
Oliver sat back and chuckled, his arm around Kara tightening, "Hear that, Glasses? He cares about what happens to you. Royce?"
"On it," Royce said as he practically sat on Kara's lap and grabbed the pilot's neck with one hand as he brandished a knife in the other. "Where's your gun, copper. Don't even think about moving your hands from the controls. I'll slit your throat and watch you bleed out before we die, motherfucker."
"I'm not a cop," the man wheezed.
"Listen, asshole, last time. Where's the gun?"
"I got it," Munson said as he reached between the pilot and the seat. He pulled out a semi-auto handgun. "This'll make a nice addition to my growing collection of police guns. Asshole cops. You think we didn't figure out you're a cop?"
"Hey, copper. The offer still stands," Oliver assured. "You get us out of here, no trouble, and you get to live. Otherwise we're all dead."
Kara tensed waiting for the pilot's response. Please, don't be a hero right now! Do as they say and I'll get us out of this mess. Let them settle down, relax their guard a bit, and I'll take them out.
"I'll cooperate," he wheezed out.
"Royce." Oliver said.
Royce gave the pilot's neck one more squeeze then sat back, deliberately elbowing Kara in the jaw as he did so. She feigned pain as she absorbed the blow.
Leave it, Kara. A few more minutes and you'll deliver these men to the authorities. Although, if Oliver doesn't stop with the wandering hand routine, he may end up with a few broken fingers. Okay, over the desert now. As soon as Munson drops his guard on the pilot I'll make my move.
"So tell me, Glasses. You said you were on your way to Gotham to write a story about us. That we were 'famous'. Let's hear it. What were you going to write?" Oliver grabbed Kara's hair and pulled hard.
Kara let her head be pulled back by Oliver's grip. Crap. I was hoping they forgot I said that. I don't want them paying attention to me.
"Yeah," Royce added. "How are we supposed to be famous and don't give me we have some cult following!"
"It's your connection to the crime. The murder of the family, the missing three-year-old, still resonates, uh … interests, people," Kara said then smiled inwardly as she came up with a plan to save her identity while stopping the cons. "My boss wants to bring in higher numbers and believed covering the story from a personal angle could do that. He wanted me to interview each of you, you know, get your side of the story. Your attorneys agreed to the interviews."
"Yeah?" Royce asked. "So how does that make us famous? You didn't even talk to us yet. You didn't write nuthin' yet. You're just lying, Glasses."
"I haven't written anything yet but loads of other newspapers and television news crews have talked to the warden about you guys. My boss wanted me to talk to you directly about the crimes without using the warden as a filter. Apparently no one else wanted to interview you guys after the warden said he couldn't guarantee any reporter's safety during the interview," Kara explained.
"Huh," was Royce's only comment.
"Yeah, I wish I would have listened to him. Instead I did what my boss told me to do and got the okay to do the interviews in Gotham. Like I said before, I stopped at that coffee shop on the way to the airport otherwise I'd still be safe at work."
"Really? So what kinda shit were you gonna to ask us?" Oliver tugged the fistful of hair he still had.
"Mostly background things. I mean anyone can read all the police reports of your crimes. My boss wanted me to find out the reasons why you did what you did. Why did you kill the Harding family and what ever happened to Jesse?" Kara asked. Go into full journalist/interview mode. Keep them talking until the pilot sets this thing on the ground if you can.
"We don't gotta tell you nothing, Glasses," Oliver answered. "You ain't living to write no story so it really doesn't matter."
"I guess they were right, then, about you guys not really doing the crime. Using it as a way of escaping prison," Kara goaded.
Oliver threw her head forward as he let go of her hair. She stayed doubled over until Oliver pulled her upright by the collar of her blouse.
Let it go. Munson's still got his gun screwed into the pilot's ear. You can deal with Oliver's bullying if it means no one else gets hurt.
"Yeah. So what? It worked," Royce rejoined the conversation.
"How though? I mean, according to what I heard, you guys told the detectives some stuff that only the killers could know about. How did you know all of that?" Kara asked.
"There was a new fish from Gotham who thought he and I could be friends because, you know, we were from the same city," Oliver chuckled. "I told him to prove his worth and he told me he and his friend did the family. I made him give me the details … Royce helped."
Oliver nodded at Royce.
Keep them talking. Can't be too long now before we reach Gotham.
"So I take it this guy didn't want to say anything when you took credit for his crime," Kara observed.
"He ain't around to say anything," Royce admitted. "I did a year in solitary after I finished with him. No big deal. Sick bastard actually told me he enjoyed doing the kid. You shoulda heard him squeal when I cut off his dick! Remember, Oliver?"
A ghost of a smile graced Oliver's lips, "Yeah, good times."
"You mean you killed him because of what he did to the child?" Kara didn't really want to hear anything else. Gotham couldn't be that far away.
"Nah, he was gonna die anyway. Wouldn't give up his running buddy's name. Oliver doesn't like people who keep secrets," Royce shrugged.
Yeah, well he's really not going to like me. Can't say the feeling isn't mutual on my part either. Time to sow a little discord. See how tight they really are.
"So Oliver is in charge, right? I mean he gives the orders and you two follow them."
Kara wasn't expecting the gut punch from Oliver and hastily relaxed her body. He looked surprised as he drew back his fist. He didn't say anything.
Yeah, I bet that hurt! Not going to let your friends know you hurt your hand punching a girl, are you? Hope you broke it!
"No one's in charge of me," Royce countered. "I do what I want. We all do."
"Sorry," Kara huffed out pretending to be out of breath from the blow. "Just thought … he's the one, in the coffee shop … gave the orders and talked to the cops. Figured he … was the boss. My mistake."
"You don't get any more mistakes, Glasses," Royce's voice was quiet. "Which finger do you want to lose first?"
"Hey, why don't you cut out her tongue?" Oliver suggested.
"Too dangerous. She might bleed out. The finger's better. Give me your hand –"
"We're almost to Gotham," the pilot called out. "Where do you want me to set this down at?"
Oliver cocked an eyebrow at Royce who licked his lips and pulled back from Kara to look out of the window.
Nice timing. Royce is on the spot now. Things change a lot in a couple of decades and neither Oliver nor Munson will believe him if he doesn't come up with the cash.
"Go west of town. About fifteen miles west of Abbot Road. There's a large tire factory," Royce instructed as he scanned the area.
No one spoke for several minutes as the helicopter made its way to the site. The tire factory, long since abandoned, was deserted.
"Hey guys, the Gotham Police were notified we were last seen heading toward Gotham," Munson called back. "I don't know how long we're going to have once we set down."
"Royce?" Oliver questioned.
"Not much. Take about five minutes or so."
"Good. It'll take the cops at least that long to drive out from Gotham," Oliver nodded.
"Right there! Set this thing down next to that funny looking building!" Royce pointed at the building.
Time to get ready. Good, everyone is looking out of their windows. Now for a little x-ray vision … yes! I figured the pilot had more than one gun. Okay, setting down … show time!
Kara, using a touch of super speed reached forward and grabbed the gun Munson was pointing at the pilot making sure to cuff Munson in the head hard enough to disorient him. As Oliver turned away from the window, she grabbed the gun from his hand then brought her arm up hitting his chin hard with her forearm. His eyes rolled back and he slumped, unconscious. Royce, was still looking out the window as Kara stripped of the knife out of his hand and banged his head off of the bulkhead. Royce slumped against the door. The pilot grabbed his hidden semi-auto and pointed it at Munson who was still dazed.
"Don't move, motherfucker, or you'll have a third eye," the pilot ordered Munson. "You all set back there, ma'am?"
"Yeah, for the moment. Can we get out of this thing? I don't know how long they are going to be out and I'd prefer not having to shoot anyone," Kara answered.
"Just reach over and unlatch the door. Push the ugly one out … wait, search him first. Take all of his weapons. He's probably got at least a couple of knives and another gun. Be thorough, we don't want any surprises before Gotham's finest arrives," the pilot said as he shut off power to the rotors.
"Okay, being thorough," Kara answered using her x-ray vision to check Royce out for more weapons.
She liberated two more knives a gun and four full magazines from Royce before turning to Oliver and performing the same task. She carefully handed them to the pilot before opening up the door and 'assisted' Royce to the ground as she hopped out. Once he was laid flat on his stomach she reached in and slowly dragged Oliver across the seat acting as if it took great effort. He was dumped on the ground next to Royce.
"Do you have anything to tie them up with?" Kara looked at the pilot.
"No. Move to the front of the helicopter. I'm going to have this one get out and join his friends on the ground," the pilot instructed Kara then motioned to Munson, "Get out slowly. Lay face down on the ground next to your friends. Keep your arms away from your sides. If you try and run I will shoot you."
Kara moved to the front of the helicopter and watched Munson exit the craft. The pilot followed him, gun never wavering from Munson's chest. Definitely a police officer. He wants me out of the way in case he has to shoot. Munson better not try anything –
"On the ground. Now!" the pilot ordered.
Munson started to go to his knees then leaped toward Kara as the pilot unleashed several rounds at the convict. Munson fell on the ground, moaning, at Kara's feet.
"Ohmygosh!" she exclaimed as she bent down to check his injuries.
"Get away from him!" yelled the pilot as she started to turn him over.
"YOU BITCH! This is all your fault!"
Munson thrust a carving knife at Kara's torso as she twisted to avoid it. The knife sliced through her blouse and Munson grunted as the blade abruptly stopped causing his hand to slide forward from the handle and almost severing his fingers as they slid across the sharp blade. Kara stumbled backward as the pilot kicked the knife from Munson's hand.
"How bad did he get you? Are you –"
"I'm … I'm all right. He just got my blouse. See? No blood."
"You were awfully lucky. I could have sworn he got you."
"Nope. Nope. Must be my lucky day," she smiled at him then sobered as she looked at Munson and backed away deliberately stepping on the knife blade until it flattened under her foot. "I think … I think he might have more weapons."
Munson moaned, appearing barely conscious, as the pilot nodded, "I'll cover him if you retrieve them. Can you do that? Just kick his arms away from his body. If he makes a move get out of the way cause I'm not going to let him hurt anyone else. Okay?"
Kara nodded and approached Munson.
"You heard what he said. Lie still and we'll get you to a hospital," Kara knelt down as she used her x-ray vision. She removed three guns from Munson's waistband and pockets and put the guns in the helicopter with the rest of the recovered weapons.
"Can you operate the radio in the chopper? Get us some back up? Let'em know where we're at and to send medical assistance for that one. Tell'em Mike Reynolds from National City Police is on scene. Oh, and hey, those were some awesome moves you used. You a black belt in karate or something?"
"My big sister Alex... she … taught me some stuff, you know, woman's self-defense stuff. She's always looking out for me."