Missing
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A/N: Here is where it begins. I wanted to go ahead and give you this now. Hope you enjoy, bear in mind the raid spans more than one chapter.
Chapter 29 (The Final Stand)
The sound of tires kicking up gravel and dirt filled Tori's ears as she stood before the mansion. Standing directly behind her were David, Jesse, Sam, Beck and Jade. A large group of SWAT and police officers equal in number to the list of criminals prepared themselves.
"We've got probably an hour to two hours before the media picks up on this." Tori pushed her hands to her waist, letting her uniform suit flap around her arms. She had a vest beneath her outfit, as did the others. "Make sure the media isn't hovering like a pack of dogs on meat." She looked to the large police van sitting in the middle of all the police vehicles blocking the mansion off from the street and prying eyes. "That van needs to be ready to take off when we come out with the girls."
"It will be," Jade replied. The girl handed Tori megaphone. She watched a curtain in the window shift. Her heart pounded heavily as she lifted the object up to her lips. She didn't want to prolong this any further. "Holly Malone, Gary Malone, and Andre Harris! We don't have to do this the hard way. If you come out with your hands behind your head, give yourself up and we can avoid a fight. Resist arrest and you will be met with superior force."
She lowered the horn and glanced from window to window. One of the curtains in a top floor window moved and an object slid out the slit. Her eyes widened and she turned to an officer on the ground, but the gunshot pierced the air before she had time to react.
The officer fell to the ground and hissed painfully as he clutched his side. She didn't need an excuse to charge in now, whoever fired the shot gave the answer she needed. The fight was on. Her lips turned up into a wide grin and her eyes lit up as her heart pumped the adrenaline through her.
"Alright officers, charge in!" One of the medics on hand ran to aid the fallen officer while the others rushed for the mansion. Tori stood back with Jade and the others as she watched Holly's army of criminals run around the sides of the house to close the officers in. Her nostrils flared and she bowed her head. "Shit."
"That wasn't expected," Jade muttered, "We can't kill them all. We have to make arrests."
"We shoot anyone that resists." Her nose wrinkled as her heavy eyes fell upon the top floor window. Holly was peering down at the fight, her face was stern and her gaze was full of hatred. Tori's shoulders and chest rose with a sharp inhale, then held in place. "Only arrest when they have surrendered and given up the fight."
"Tori…maybe you should stay back?"
"Why the hell would I do that?" She crossed her arms and watched the officers. The SWAT officers were using riot shields to push their attackers up against the walls of the mansion, while other officers were standing apart and shooting into the crowd.
The criminals had their own weapons, consisting of pistols and kitchen knives. Every so often, one would get past a SWAT officer and strike down a regular officer.
"Hey Tori?" Sam leaned back and Tori slowly looked to her. "Um, when do we go in again?" They were waiting for the officers to clear the way for them so that they could enter, and right now she wasn't sure just what she'd find upon entering the mansion.
"As soon as the path is clear." Another officer nearby managed to get a pair of handcuffs on one of the fighters. She felt a rush of satisfaction when that enemy was led to a patrol car. "You're going to look for Cat?" Sam nodded. Tori dropped her right hand to the pistol in her holster and glanced Towards the window where Holly was. "Dad? You're looking for Gary?"
"Yes."
Tori flicked her thumb across the safety on her gun. Her eyes slanted at the woman and her lips grew into a deadly sneer. "I'll get Holly. We need to expect that there are also criminals inside, and very likely they'll be waiting for us wherever Trina's being held. So while finding Trina is the first priority, we need to make sure there is no one left in that mansion that can ambush us when we get her out."
Another thought struck her while thinking of these enemies waiting inside. If she could turn any of them against one another, then now would be a good time, and she had yet to forget that Olivia's murderer was in there.
"I got an idea. Let's get them fighting each other in there while we have time."
"What?"
"You'll see." She lifted the bullhorn up and shouted out to Andre. "I need you to know what happened to your sister. Olivia Harris was murdered by an abusive boyfriend. She was killed several years ago by Leonard…one of the criminals working for your boss in there! He was arrested, but was one of the people that Holly aided in escaping prison." Jade dropped her head and the others shook their heads at her.
"Give me that." Sam grabbed the megaphone and put it to her mouth. "Nora Dershlitt, this is Officer Samantha Puckett. I know you're in there, but you're not a killer. We do not have to do this dance, come out with your hands up and you will not be met with force. The minute the officers out here clear the way for us, we are entering the house. Anyone that resists will be shot." Tori raised an eyebrow as Sam tossed the megaphone to the side. "Is that what you wanted to say, Tori?"
"Sure."
Tori removed her sunglasses and made eye contact with Holly. Her scowl stretched further and her hand clenched around the handle of the pistol. When Holly's face grew smug, Tori pulled the gun from her holster and snapped her arm upright to the window. Holly's eyes widened and she ducked out of the way just as Tori snapped her finger down on the trigger.
The glass shattered and fell down over the criminals and officers fighting amongst each other. While the SWAT officers were guarded by their safety gear, the criminals were cut by the glass fragments.
"You're mine, bitch…"
Holly's arm wrapped around the window, her hand was clutching her own gun as though it were her lifeline. The pistol snapped back and Tori felt a breeze fly past her hair. She twisted her neck and narrowed her eyes at the bullet now lodged in the side of the getaway car.
Inside the mansion, Andre paced the floor. His face and shirt was drenched with sweat, and his body felt as though it were on fire. Thoughts of the last nine year raced through his brain and forced the guilt inside him to rage out of control.
His hands formed a triangle that he brought up to his face, and his eyes drifted to the basement door. There were at least three criminals hiding around the kitchen, just waiting for an officer to try and open the door.
"I only got seven out of the thirty…" Ten of the criminals had been outside, leaving thirteen inside. Along with his guilt was the painful grief that came from the words Tori said outside.
He should have been able to protect his sister, and he would have done exactly that if he hadn't been in captivity all these years.
"Who's upstairs?" He slid his hands down and looked to the stairwell. Of the ten that were not in the kitchen, there were at least four on the second floor. Nora, Krystal, Tyler, and Andrew-all of these four had been former convicts that were released and charged with kidnapping crimes.
The three in the kitchen were Ralph, Hector, and Jeremy-all charged with murder. They'd done their time, however.
There were two criminals in the living room, but they were inconsequential. Petty thieves that were guarding the door, waiting to shoot the first officer that entered the house.
The third floor of the mansion had the billiard table in its main room. He knew of only one criminal specifically stationed in that room, and that was Leonard.
The remaining were scattered throughout the first and third floor. "Alright. First thing first." He clenched his teeth and made his way into the living room where the two petty thieves were waiting with their guns pointed to the door. Their arms were trembling and sweat was falling from the sides of their face.
He smirked and turned his eyes to the second floor balcony. No one was present, so he could easily deal with these two.
"I don't think so." Andre grabbed his blow dart, ready to give it for one last hurrah on this, his final stand. He blew two darts as hard and quickly as he could, striking both. The thieves turned around, their eyes wide and jaws agape.
He chuckled at them and spread his hands apart while shrugging. "Sorry guys, but no one that enters that door is getting shot on sight." He clenched his fists and pushed them forward, crushing the jaws of the criminals and knocking them onto the floor. "Now, if you don't mind…I have to pay a little visit to a small man."
Making his way to the third floor was difficult because he had to be sneaky about it. Tori's blasting on about what Leonard had done wasn't helpful, despite informing him. Now Holly and the others might know he was pissed enough to kill the man.
Not surprisingly, Leonard was busy shooting pool. Andre walked in casually and removed a pair of brass knuckles from his pockets. The man's back was turned to him, so he had a moment to study him. Leonard was tall and dark skinned, he had a thick goatee and tightly pressed hair. He was thin, and wore an orange jumpsuit.
"There's a war going on outside and you're in here shooting pool?" Leonard froze, bent over his stick. He turned his head sideways over his shoulder and frowned at Andre.
"Yeah. What's it to you?"
"You know. It's funny." Andre clapped his hands together and took a step towards the rack on the wall holding the pool sticks in place. He put his fingers to one stick and studied the weight, then looked to the long stick with a metal end that was commonly used for handicap when the ball was out of reach. It was called a bridge. The metal end looked like the claws of a tiger's fist. "I went to the gravesite and saw my sister was dead-I wondered why she would have died so young."
Leonard stood upright and set the pool stick down on the table. "Yeah, it sucks about Holly, doesn't it? Forcing you to work for her while under the threat of your family being slaughtered."
"Sure." He laughed and removed the bridge from the rack. "Except, Holly didn't know my relatives were already dead. Neither did I, but if she knew, I'd be dead."
"Uh…huh." Leonard slowly wrapped his fingers around his pool stick and furrowed his brow as Andre turned to his head to him. "So. Your sister? Olivia? I'm really sorry to-"
"Don't play stupid, you fucking asshole." Without another word, and filled with rage, he swung the bridge in an overhead arch. Leonard's eyes widened and he swung his stick in front of him, holding it horizontally. He screamed as the bridge came crashing down on the stick.
Andre growled and pulled back on the stick, striking Leonard's stick with the metal end and forcing him to drop the object. "You're dead, Leonard!" He swung the stick again and slashed Leonard's right shoulder.
"Motherfuck-" The man hissed and Andre rushed forward, with only revenge on his mind. "It's not my fault the bitch wouldn't shut up."
"Oh don't you dare." Andre threw a fist into Leonard's stomach, causing the man to buckle over. He threw another punch, but Leonard ducked out of the way and grabbed his pool stick off the ground.
"Fuck you!" Leonard swung the weapon and struck Andre hard in the neck, forcing him to the ground. "You should be fighting the police, not me!"
He breathed out heavily and slowly turned his eyes onto the panting man. His cold lips turned into a smirk and he spoke with venom dripping from his voice.
"I'm on their side, asshole, but I'm not killing you for them. I'm going to kill you…for my sister."
"Shit." He loved to see the fear in the man's eyes, and he was going to utilize that to make this man understand what he put Olivia through before killing her. Leonard's death would be a sweet victory for him.
Murder is fresh on the minds of at least two people. Let us go as we see how far Tori will go. Everyone play the war song haha