I closed my eyes for a moment, then played the feed.
Sam was being dragged out of the back door, the men were wearing nylons over their faces. Sam was…out of it. He was mostly unconscious as they dragged him out the back door.
I knew though…they couldn't have taken Sam down. He was trained for unfortunate events like this. I paused the video when I had a good view and searched his body. Then I saw it, I pressed my thumbs to the screen and zoomed in. There was blood on his shirt, a lot…it wasn't life threatening, at least not right now, but it had potential.
"Spike…" I said. I couldn't get clear view, but maybe Spike could.
Yeah, Jules?
"I can't get a clear view, but zoom in on his stomach, closer to his left side. He's been hurt, see if you can tell if it's life threatening."
Copy. He said.
I went back into the waiting room to Natalie,
"Come on, I'm going to take you home, and let you get some things, until we get these guys…is there somewhere you can stay?" I could see she was about to argue with me, "Natalie. Right now, all you can do is get some rest and take care of yourself, Sam has the best team in Toronto looking for him. I'm sorry but there is nothing you can do."
Tears were in her eyes, but she nodded.
"God, Jules…I'm scared…" She whispered, "What if…what if he's-"
"No." I cut her off, "Don't think like that. We're going to find him I pr-"
Jules. Sarge warned in my ear.
I sighed, "We're going to do absolutely everything we can."
Natalie nodded.
"Come on." I spoke gently and lead her to the SUV. The ride to the apartment was quiet,
"Stay in the hallway, If I tell you to run, you run, do you understand me?" I asked Natalie sternly, and she nodded, looking kind of sick.
I avoided looking down at the small puddle of blood on the floor as I went into the room. I checked each room for these men, when I was in Sam's bedroom I picked up a picture frame of him and Natalie together,
"Sam…" I whispered to the air, "You hang on. We're coming."