Mac finally arrived at the auto shop and joined the other officers stationed around their vehicles that seconded as cover. Flack was in the center, watching the door. Stella and Hawkes were already present.

"Stella!" Mac called.

They all turned as Mac approached. "Has there been contact yet?"

Flack nodded. "Briefly, but no word on how many hostages or who's injured."

Mac nodded. Then he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled out his phone and answered it. "Taylor."

"There're twenty five NYPD officers in here. Half of them are already dead. And a wee bonnie lass is bleedin' out as we speak." said the suspect.

"What do you want?" Mac demanded.

He heard the man laugh. "What I want, is something you can't give me. what I want, Detective, is my son! The one you killed in your own lab about three years ago!"

Mac felt his heart freeze. This wasn't just revenge, it was a massacre against the entire NYPD. He took a deep breath. "Colm Gunn was a murderer and a drug lord in my city who had to be stopped."

"And he was my son! So, here's how this is goin' to go. You're goin' to wait for…oh say…an hour. Then you'll get the dear lassies body. Then feel what it's like to lose someone you care for. I do believe she works for you. A miss, Lindsay Monroe." he said.

Mac felt everything stop. Stella, Hawkes, and Flack all looked up at Mac's froze state.

"Enjoy the waitin'." and the line went dead.

Mac lowered the phone from his ear slowly.

"What's goin' on, Mac?" Flack asked.

"How fast can you get a sniper here, Don?" Mac asked.

Flack shrugged. "Ten minutes, five maybe. What's happenin'?"

"Have the teams already dead and another one's been shot. Lindsay. He estimates an hour and we get her body." Mac explained.

Flack ripped the radio from his belt. "Flack to dispatch, I need a team of snipers at my location ten minutes ago. The situation has become crucial to their arrival."

Stella stepped around Flack. "If he shot her with anything like the M14, it's likely Lindsay won't even last half an hour."

Mac nodded. "I know. But if Danny's with her, he'll do whatever it takes to keep her alive. Hawkes."

Hawkes joined the conversation.

"What chance does Lindsay have against a weapon like the M14?" Mac asked.

Hawkes sighed and shook his head. "It all depends on the location of the shot. If he shot her in the chest, not a chance in hell. But if she's alive and he's giving her an hour…" Hawkes shrugged. "I'd have to say he shot her in the lower region of her back. Most likely near the base of her spine."

"Could she survive a shot like that?" Stella asked.

"It would depend on the damage, Stell. Lindsay could die merely from blood loss. There's hundred of other ways she could die from this." Hawkes explained.

Mac nodded. "Then let's pray we can get them all out before that happens."

"with him watching us, there's no way we can go in right now." Flack explained.

Suddenly Mac's phone began vibrating again. He pulled out it.

Lindsay's bad. She needs a doctor. It was Danny.

"We might have a little help with that." Mac said.

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short, i know. the enxt few chapters will all be short. just pov changes. inside shop, outside shop. that.

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