A/N: I'm going to take a moment here and discuss the time continuum. It's not scientific, or even remotely related to Star Trek, so you should be able to follow.
This fall will mark the 5th (and sadly, final) season of Flashpoint. This means by estimation, we can assume that the first season of Flashpoint took place in the year 2007. Following? - because now I'm going to get technical. Wordy left Team One in the 4th Season, however, if one would watch the episodes from season one to season four, we see the environments change seasons (as in fall, winter, spring, summer) approximately 3 times.
By this estimation, we can assume that Wordy left Team One in 2010.
Now, if you back-track back to chapter 19 "Shattered" you'll notice that our 'hero' Perra mentions that he's known Jules for seven months, eight days. Add this to what we know and we can assume that currently in A New Beginning we're in early July 2010.
Still following? Good, because here's the kicker, look down. '2 Years Later'. Where would that bring us- by gosh! July 2012!
Was this planned like this? Yes, because I wanted to bring the story into our current year, and approximately in the same season. Why? Because it becomes MUCH easier to write summer chapters in the summer than it is to write winter chapters in the summer. Don't blame me, blame my weak willed mind.
If you have any questions, either personally message me, or leave a review with your questions, and I'll be more than happy to reply.
2 YEARS LATER…
I handed the speeding ticket to the driver.
"Ok," I explained, "This ticket is for $208. You can either pay for this in person at the 52nd Toronto Police Service detachment at the address below, or you can pay online at the website listed on the ticket. If you wish to contest this ticket in court, I've stamped here the next Moving Violations Procedural Court date, which is at the courthouse on Kingston Road. Do you understand?"
The male driver looked back up at me. "What's your name?"
"Staff Sargent Kristopher Perrasmith." I replied.
"If I take this to court, will you be there?"
"You bet I will."
I walked back to my cruiser as the driver took off. As I got in, I grabbed the radio.
"Dispatch, SS Perra completed 10-22T. SS Perra back in action."
"10-4 SS Perra." Came the dispatcher, "Reports of persons in distress at Lourneville apartments. Do you action?"
"10-4 dispatch, SS Perra will action your distressed persons."
I arrived at the Lourneville apartments. I approached the security guard at the door.
"Distressed persons?" I asked.
"Yeah, we got a blue button alarm from apartment 313." The guard responded.
"Did you respond?"
"No- we don't respond to blue buttons, we let you guys do that."
The guard led me into the security office, as I started taking notes on my notepad. "How do you know that it's persons in distress?"
"I opened the room mic."
"These rooms are mic'd?"
"Yeah, it's a senior's apartment building, it's a security feature."
"Do those mics go the other way?" I asked.
"You bet they do." The security guard responded, as he invited me into the desk chair, "Press this when you're ready."
I pressed the button. "My name is Kristopher Perrasmith and I'm with the 52nd Division of the Toronto Police Force. I understand there may be people in trouble in there- mind giving me your names and exactly what is wrong?"
The speaker on the computer went silent for a moment, but then a loud voice could be heard.
"I'm armed, and I got three hostages. If you don't get me what I want in 15 minutes, I'll kill the first one."
I leaned back in my chair, and got up, and engaged the radio on my epaulette. "Dispatch, persons in distress at Lourneville apartments are now hostages to unknown armed person. Contact SRU immediately and send additional 52nd officers immediately. I repeat, contact SRU immediately."
Jules leaned back, as she rested her back on the cool cement bricked wall. "Oh, that feels good."
"Boss," Spike said, as he took another slurp of water from his water bottle, "When are they coming to look at the AC?"
Ed, Greg and Sam were all stripped down to their shirts and boxers as they sat across from Spike and Jules.
"Sometime tomorrow Spike." Greg replied, "But until then, we take things easy, ok?"
"I can't wait until I get home." Jules thought out loud, "Grab a beer and jump in the pool. Not necessarily in that order."
"Can I come over?" Spike asked with wide, puppy dog eyes.
"Sure- if you don't mind Megan doing laps in the pool." Jules responded.
"How's the step-daughter doing?" Ed asked, "She applied to Humber, right?"
"Yeah, she got in."
"Team One- hot call!" Winnie yelled from the desk.
Everybody got up and groaned. "How about if there's no critical incident," Jules proposed, "We all come over to my place for a pool party tonight?"
That seemed to brighten the minds of everyone on the team, as they suited up.
As Greg got into the SUV with Ed, Greg replied to Winnie over the radio, "Winnie- talk to me."
"Hostages taken by unknown armed subject at Lourneville apartments."
I stayed in the security office, as I continued taking notes, as directing my officers through the radio to enforce a tight perimeter and to cover all entrances and exits.
The guard looked at the security cameras. "SRU is here."
"10-4." I responded, as I continued taking notes, as the guard left to let the SRU team in, since he had locked down the building.
"We need floor plans, access to CCTV and keycards." Came a voice from the hallway as they came closer.
"Ok," the security guard replied, "It's all in here."
The guard came in.
"Who was the first officer on scene?" came the voice again.
"He's in here."
Then the SRU Team came in. The SRU team I used to be on.
"Staff Sargent Perrasmith." I said to Eddie, and Parker, as if I was introducing myself for the first time.
"You got the perimeter locked up?" Ed asked.
"You bet."
"Officers on doors and exits?"
"Yes sir."
"Ok," Ed said, as Spike sat down and worked at the computers, "You can go."
"Yeah, I'm not going anywhere." I responded.
Ed looked at me. "No, you can go. We don't need you here anymore."
"I'm sorry- what was that Officer Lane?" I asked.
"Pulling rank?" Ed said, "Why don't we talk in the hall? Spike- on intel, Sam, Jules, start working on tac plans."
Me and Ed left the office, as Sam and Jules entered. As Jules passed me, I gave her a non-descript wink.
Once in the hallway, Ed took his headset, motioning that whatever would be said would be off record.
"Still mad at me?" I asked.
"Why would I be mad at you?" Ed asked, "You married the person you love. You're both better because of it."
"You mean that?"
"Of course I do."
"Still, " I said, "This is still my call. My call, my case."
Ed nodded. "Tell Spike to get you wired up for a headset. You can assist with intel."
"Ok Team," Greg started over the radio, as Ed, Sam and Jules made their way up to the third floor, "CCTV shows a younger male pointing a firearm at three elderly persons- two males and a female, and forcing them into room 313. I'm making contact- pay attention."
Spike routed the call into the room.
"Hello," Greg said into the microphone, "My name is Sargent Greg Parker and I'm with the Police Strategic Response Unit. I want to get everyone in there out safely."
"You can get me what I want." The suspect said, "I want some oxytocin- now!"
"I'll pass that onto my superiors, but I can't promise you anything. They may be more willing to your demands if you give me hostage."
"No- no one leaves until I get forty pills of oxy!"
"Spike, we're at 313. What do we got?" Ed asked.
"No usable vents, ducts or adjoining rooms. You're going to have to break down the door, and use the CS gas."
"10-4." Ed responded, "Sam- get eyes in under the door. Let's locate our victims before we bust down the door."
I looked over the tenant records on another computer beside Spike, "Ed," I replied over the radio, "You can't use the CS gas. The tenant in that room uses an oxygen mask, and if the ID that the security guard provided is correct, one of the other victims has a pacemaker."
"Alright- flashbang then." Ed said, as he adjusted the tactical plan.
"No good. The flashbang might explode the oxygen tank. No gas, no explosives. You need to weaken or neutralize the shooter before or as you enter the room."
"Right out of the CQB textbook Perra- good job." Ed said, "What else?"
I looked over to Spike. "Slug gun?" I whispered.
"That thing doesn't shoot straight."
"It shoots on a curve?" I joked.
Spike silently laughed, "Ed- use the slug gun. I'll bring it up, Perra will take over with intel."
"I'm going to try to call in again." Greg said, as he took Spike's seat and engaged the room's intercom.
"Hi, this is Sargent Greg Parker again."
"You got what I want, or what?"
I whispered over to Greg, "Justin Blias- spent a night in the drunk tank last week cleaning up after a few too many drugs. Blood test proved that he took oxy, but the cops that picked him up didn't find any on him, so they had to let him go."
"You know what, Justin, I'm ready to give you what you want, but I need something to show good faith. Why don't you tell me how the people are doing in there?"
"They're fine. And they'll be fine if you give me the oxy in 3 minutes. Or I'll kill the first one."
Greg turned off the intercom. "Thoughts?" he asked me.
"Guy's smart. Hold up people in a senior's apartment complex. Someone is bound to have oxytocin, right? Problem is- the persons he held up didn't have any, and things went south, so he took hostages, and he is demanding the drugs. Now, he hasn't gone without a fix for a while, isn't thinking straight, and therefore he doesn't know that as soon as he pulls the trigger on that gun, he'll take himself and three hostages to the morgue."
"Yeah." Greg nodded, "Eddie? You ready to go in?"
"Slug gun is here." Ed said, "Sam on the door ram, Jules behind with less lethal, and Spike staying back with lethal."
"No, no lethal. He's just a drug addict with a problem. Let's remember: no critical incidents, right?"
"10-4 boss." Ed said, "Spike- get ready on the taser."
Jules readied her gun, which was armed with less-lethal rubber bullets. Sam busted down the weak framed wood door with one good swing with the door ram. Ed went in the room first, and started yelling at the suspect.
She looked over at the suspect quickly, and realized that he had dropped the weapon, just as Ed was slapping on a pair of handcuffs.
Spike and Jules went to the aid of the older men and the woman. They helped them out into the hallway.
No critical incidents. Jules thought to herself with a smile.
"Good call Team One." Ed said, as Jules, Spike, Greg and Sam leaned in and clinked their beer bottles with Ed's, "And Staff Sargent Perrasmith!"
I looked over to the side of the pool, where the team was hanging out, and I raised my beer up high and took a quick swig. After swallowing, I put the beer down at the patio table and continued talking to Megan.
"So?" I asked.
"Can I go know dad?" Megan asked, "I need to get to my workout."
I smiled. Megan was working out a lot lately…
"You get in?" I asked.
"Yeah," Megan started, "I got accepted by St. Lawrence, Algonquin, Durham and UOG."
"You applied to University of Guelph?"
"Yeah, why?" Megan asked.
"I didn't know you did. What about Humber?"
Megan gave me a smile, as she nodded.
"Good for you." I said, "Yeah, you better get to your workout- you'll need it to keep up with the other police recruits at Humber."
Megan got up suddenly and dove into the pool, in a less than elegant dive.
"Dives like a duck." Sam said, as he took a seat beside me, "Swims like a…"
"Yeah, she's a good swimmer Sam." I replied, "What's new? How's your family?"
"Same old, same old. My sister's in town, looking for an apartment. My mom- she wants to retire to Vancouver, but my dad wants to get a few more tours in before he retires."
"Sounds like a committed man."
"So will I." Sam said.
"What?"
"Yeah, I'm thinking of leaving the force. Dad told me there's a fireteam in need of a Commander in Afghanistan."
"You thinking of going?" I asked.
"Yeah. I mean, SRU is great, but I'll never get anything more out of it."
"Hey, you never know, " I said optimistically, "A Team Leader position may come up on another team, or Sargent."
"Yeah, I suppose I can wait and see." Sam said, as he got up and removed his shirt, "You coming in the pool?"
I pointed to a thick folder on the table, "Paperwork."
"The joys of a Sargent?" Sam asked.
"I don't mind." I replied.