"Spike- you need to tell me what's going on down there." Ed stated.
Spike didn't reply.
"Spike. Spike?"
"Ed!" Spike yelled over the radio, "I'd appreciate some quiet time ok? I'm not going to be able to defuse this in time if you continue to yell in my ear!"
I woke up enveloped in Sara's blanket.
"Are you awake?" Sara asked.
"Yeah." I replied, as I turned to meet her face.
She kissed me, as I held onto her body.
"What does this mean?" I asked out loud.
"For me," Sara said, "It means I like girls. You?"
What does it mean for me? Does it mean I like girls? Ok- simpler question- do I like Sara? Yes, I do. Then yes, I like girls.
"Did you want to go on a date sometime?" I blurted out.
Sara smiled, "I think we're already dating- we've seen each other…"
"Yeah," I said with a smile, "I love you."
She continued to smile as we started kissing. Between breaths she told me, "I love you too."
Sara drove me home. Well, not right home, about a half block away. I walked the rest of the way.
I walked into the house, and mom came out of the kitchen with Kristina in her arms.
"Where have you been?" she asked, "I've been worried about you."
I started formulating already, "I had one too many drinks last night with the guys so I walked to Ashley's. She just dropped me off."
"Oh." Jules replied, "You have breakfast yet?"
"Not yet." I replied.
"I suppose you want to work out first."
True- I usually do work out before breakfast. But then again, I did burn a lot of calories last night…
"Nah, I think I'm going to skip my workout for today. Let the body rest."
After having some breakfast and a shower, I got dressed and went into work. As soon as I entered the gym, where the rest of the team was, I could tell that both Spike and Brad were hung over.
"Hung over boys?" I asked, as I took a seat.
"Please, no loud talking." Spike mumbled.
"Alright," Ed said, purposely loud, "Let's do some cardio, team!"
I hopped on a treadmill, while Brad, Greg and Ed got onto static bicycles on the other side of the gym. Spike was the last one to move from his seating position. He joined me, and started a walking pace on the treadmill beside me.
"Who was that girl last night at the bar?" Spike asked "Stephanie?"
"Actually, it was Ashley." I corrected, to go along better with the lie I told my mom, "I stayed at her place for the night, and she drove me home this morning."
"How thoughtful." Spike groaned.
"You?" I asked.
"I ended up...somewhere…down on Fifth I think. Woke up buck naked and with a…"
"Ok, Spike, you can stop there!"
After an hour of cardio, both Brad and Spike seemed to have got their energy back. We got together in the debriefing room to go over a few things.
"Megan, can you sign this?" Greg asked, as he passed me a form, "It's just the Consent to a Background Check. You never filled it out."
"Filling it out now." I said with a smile, as I grabbed a pen and started filling it out.
Across the table, Ed was doing some of his own paperwork, while Spike and Brad were playing a game of paper football with a blank piece of paper they got from Ed.
"A piece of paper, and its happy time for Brad and Spike." I commented.
"I would've been happy with that red-head you were talking to at the bar last night." Brad said.
I looked up, thinking Brad was talking to me, but Spike replied, "Yeah, she just ignored me though. That and I'm pretty sure I saw her leaving with a girl."
"Whoa," Brad said, as he screwed up his shot, "That's hot."
"You think?" Spike asked, "We better stop, I can tell we're making Textbook angry- looks like she wants to play."
"I don't want to play your ridiculous game of paper football." I replied, "I don't even like football."
"The eyes look at, what the eyes want," Spike paraphrased, "I could see you looking at us playing paper football."
"No, I was looking at two grown men playing with a folded up piece of paper."
"Spike!" Winnie yelled over from the dispatcher's desk, "I got an email."
Spike got up and started to walk over, "Winnie, how many times does Spikeman have to show you…"
"Never mind, Spikeman," Winnie said, "got it."
Winnie read the email. "Yeah, Spike, maybe you should check this out."
The rest of us got up, as we walked around Winnie's desk and looked at the screen. An email was opened, and it said in huge letters, 'There is a bomb where the tourists go. Wait and you will watch them die.'
"Terrific." Brad said sarcastically.
"That's real professional." I commented.
" 'Where the tourists go'- what does that mean?" Ed asked.
"Could be anywhere." Spike said, as he took a seat and started typing at the computer, "I'm going to try to trace the email."
"It has to be a place where a lot of tourists go." I suggested, "Think, it's your first time in Toronto, where do you go?"
"See the Maple Leafs?" Brad suggested.
"Yeah, but the lockout and everything." Ed finished, "Museum?"
"Not everybody is interested in museums." I commented, "Toronto International Film Festival- but it's not on right now…"
"CN Tower." Brad stated, "If it's your first time in Toronto, and you've never been here before, you go see the CN Tower."
"Could be." I said, "Could also be the Hockey Hall of Fame."
"This isn't even considered a call yet, and I'm already pissed off." Ed said, "Riddles… I hate riddles."
"Well, then," Spike said, "I'll say it, but it might piss you off- Ryan Atobois, in his living room at 13 Kirkwood Road."
"Let's stop in and say hi." Greg suggested.
At Mr. Atobois' home, me and Ed were alpha, with Brad and Spike as Bravo.
With the door sledge, I smashed in the front door. Following behind Ed, I entered.
"Bravo second floor!" Ed yelled out, "Police, SRU!"
I cleared the living room, as Ed cleared the kitchen.
"Bravo- you got joy?" Ed yelled up the stairs.
Spike and Brad started walking down the stairs, "Nothing."
"I got something Spike. Schematics." I said.
Spike came over to my side, as he looked at the schematics. "That's definitely a bomb-or part of a bomb. There's no firing circuits."
"Which means if it went off all it would do…" I started
"Smoke, small blast, or start a fire- hard to say." Spike said, "But according to the notes, it's definitely at the CN Tower."
"Alright," Greg said over the radio, "I'm calling the CN Security Team, so they can start a lockdown and evacuation of the premises. Anything else Spike?"
"Nothing boss." Spikes replied, as he grabbed a picture of Ryan Atobois, "But let's get an APB out for this guy."
We raced to the CN Tower, where the evacuation was well underway.
"Alright-" Ed ordered, "Me, boss and Brad will talk to witnesses, hopefully we can get some info. Megan's in the truck. Spike- do your thing."
I saw Spike get out of his SUV, as I waited for the command truck to arrive. Once Spike got out, he opened the rear hatch of the vehicle, and the remote control for his bomb robot, Babycakes.
"Come to papa." He said, as Babycakes rolled down the ramps and onto the asphalt.
I shook my head with a smile, as I climbed into the command truck, hung up my MP5, and got to work.
"10:56am, Team One on scene of a bomb call. Officers Lane, Parker and Green engaging the public for information purposes and Constable Scarlatti on scene and beginning bomb location and identification." I spoke into the microphone.
"Blueprints?" Spike asked over the radio.
"Coming at you," I said, as I grabbed the CN Tower's blueprints from the municipal works database, "On the PDA."
"We find the bomb yet?" Ed asked, "We're not getting much information here."
"Ed," Spike said, "Do you not know how high the CN Tower is? It could be anywhere- it's like finding a needle in a haystack."
"Literally." Brad pointed out.
"Try the basement, Spike." I suggested over the radio.
"Checking the basement." Spike said.
The next ten minutes were quite uneventful.
"Found it." Spike said, "Do I get a treat?"
"You sure?" I asked, "I might be a dummy."
"You calling me a dummy?" Spike asked with a laugh.
"Nope." I quickly replied, "You sure that's the bomb, though?"
"Yep, because I doubt 8 bricks of C4 is a dummy bomb."
"8 bricks?" I asked, "How could Ryan Atobois, a computing engineer at Rockwell Industries have gotten C4?"
"Don't know." Spike said, "At this point, don't care."
I worked feverishly to check how Ryan Atobois got the explosives.
"Meg, you block all signals in and out?" Spike asked.
"Yup." I replied, "But I still don't know how…"
"Megan!" Ed yelled over the radio, "Who cares? Just get an APB out for his arrest, ok?"
"Copy that." I replied, as I rolled over to the auto-transcriber, "Constable Scarlatti engaging explosive device for defusing."
Then I switched over to the All-Police-Bulletin radio, "All units be advised- one Ryan Atobois wanted on arrest for public endangerment, and for possession of prohibited devices."
"This is not good." Spike muttered over the radio.
"What is it?" Ed asked.
"I can now see the other half of the circuitry for the bomb. Guys- he wired in a clock that's set to go in five minutes."
"Can you defuse it in time?" I asked.
"I sure hope so." Spike replied.
"Spike- you need to tell me what's going on down there."
Spike didn't reply.
"Spike. Spike?" Ed yelled over the radio.
"Ed- I'd appreciate some quiet time ok? I'm not going to be able to defuse this in time if you continue to yell in my ear!"
Ed entered the command truck at the same time that Spike yelled at him. Ed looked defeated.
He took off his headset and I took off mine.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Clark."
"Clark….?" I asked.
"I'm worried about him."
I put my radio back on.
"Good news and bad news." Spike said, "I can defuse it."
"Bad news?" I asked.
"I wouldn't want to be the poor sap that has to disassemble this bomb."
I smiled, and said, "Don't worry, Spike, that's for the Bomb Removal & Disposal Unit to take care of."
Once back at headquarters and our shift ended, I changed and started out for the truck.
Spike came out of the men's change room at the same time.
"You want to go for a drink?" he asked.
"Why?"
"You never know, you might find the guy of your dreams."
"At The Goose?" I asked sarcastically, "Ok, sure."
"What's wrong with The Goose?" Spike asked.
"Spike- don't be offended but that bar is weird, over-crowded, and borderline creepy."
"None taken." Spike said, "So you want to come? Maybe meet the future Mr. Perrasmith?"
"No thanks." I replied.
Because there won't be a future Mr. Perrasmith…Mrs. Megan & Sara Perrasmith has a nice ring to it.
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A/N: As you may have noticed, the chapters in this update string are sort of generic, cookie cutter kind of stuff (tactical wise), but hold onto your hats A New Beginning fans, because some 'edge of your seat' stuff is coming up.