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June 13, 2008 Midtown Manhattan 0215 hours "Look what you did," she whispered. And the man just blinked at her stupidly. Then he shook his head. Was he denying it? she thought. How could he fucking deny it? She felt her finger pressing harder on the trigger of her weapon. She wanted to kill him. Kill him for killing Baz and for being so fucking stupid. "On your knees," Jordan yelled at him. He hesitated for a moment then finally got down on his knees. Paige exchanged glances with Jordan, her eyes were wide and she could see the girl was clearly pissed off. They got down and examined Baz's body, the three gaping holes in his chest. Paige could clearly visualize the paths of each bullet, two right into his heart, and one into his left lung. All three were perfect shots. They looked up to the man kneeling in front of them. His blue eyes stared intently back at them. It amazed Paige how the Section training, apparently still ingrained into them, took over so quickly. How easily they slid out of being an Agent of the SIA and reverted back into an operative of the Section. They were not thinking anymore. They were only reacting now. Reacting to a hostile situation, a teammate down, and his killer kneeling before him. A threat still, to them because he had seen them and now knew they worked together. This man was not here by some random coincidence, some stroke of luck, he knew the players, Stewart most likely, but he knew something. And he had friends. Cop friends. And letting him go was not an option. "Who the hell are you?" he asked. "Shut up," Jordan hissed at him and got up. "What the hell are you doing? Report Alpha Two," Safara demanded. Paige ignored the request as she nodded to Jordan who tied the man's hands behind his back. "I'm a detective with the New York City Police Department. This is a federal..." Jordan shoved him forward shutting him up. "Fuck," Paige heard Simon say softly over the comms. Jordan came back to Paige and between the two they gently lifted Baz's body on to Jordan's shoulders. Paige then went to the 'Detective' and yanked him to his feet. They walked back to the van where Bella and Safara were waiting for them. They both eyed Baz's body as they helped Jordan put him into the van. "Get in," Safara snapped at the Detective then glared at Paige as he did. "What the fuck were you thinking?" she hissed quietly to Paige. "What was I supposed to do, leave him there?" "Yes," she snapped back. "Too late for that," Paige said and got into the van. Simon was staring at Baz with a look of sad disgust on his face. Paige moved to the front and took out her med kit. She drew up a syringe of morphine, mostly because that's all she had, and had to fight the urge to draw up a few extra ccs to put the Detective out of his misery. The others climbed into the van as well. "Who the hell are you people?" the Detective tried again. "Shut up," Paige said whipping her casted arm against his head knocking him on his side. "Fuck," she then grimaced as the pain shot through her broken wrist. "Get up," she pulled him back up to his former sitting position. She patted him down pulling out his cell phone and tossed it at Simon. She then pulled out his wallet and his car keys. Of course he would have a car. "What kind?" she asked him dangling the keys in front of his face. He stared at her defiantly with his blue eyes. She smirked at him, "let me tell you something Detective," she looked at his wallet, "Tarnes. I am very well versed in medicine and I can hurt you very badly and still keep you alive. I suggest you tell me what kind of car you took here." He apparently took her seriously because he licked his lips nervously before answering. "Blue Ford, out in front of the club." "Good," she said as she sank the needle into his arm and depressed the plunger. She watched him slump over almost immediately. "Give it a minute," she said quietly. The others sat in silence. Paige nudged the Detective checking his pulse. Damn, still alive she thought, then turned to Simon, "find out everything on that celly when we get back," she said, and he nodded. She then tossed the keys to Safara. "Jordan," Safara said and tossed the keys to her, "get the car, bring it back to the Safehouse." Jordan nodded and exited the van. "Scan the police frequencies," Bella said, "make sure he didn't call for back up." Simon nodded and began tapping at his laptop. "I'd better tell Gray," Safara said taking another laptop. "Bella, do you mind driving us back?" "No," Bella said climbing towards the front, "tell me where to go," she tapped on Simon's shoulder as she moved past him. "Pull out, make your first right, two block make a left. Take it down to 43rd, you'll see the garage." "Got it," Bella nodded and sat in the front and started the van. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safara pulled off her head gear, glanced at Baz, then stared at Paige. "What did he say?" Safara shrugged, "he said ok." "Ok?" "Ok, that was it." Paige bit her lip. She heard Safara relay the story of what happened in the short ride back to SH1 and then nothing. She had expected something more, but then maybe Gray was just waiting for them to get back before he flipped out on them. "Fuck," Paige whispered. "Fuck is right. As in we fucked up big this time." "What were we supposed to do? We had to take him in," Paige shook her head. "No," Safara shook her head, "we could have left him there." "No," Paige argued, "we don't know why he was there. He saw Jordy and me, and Baz. We have to find out why he was there." "Maybe, but still." "Still nothing. We had to bring him in." They had to right? Bring him in? It wasn't just some raw Section driven reaction, was it? No, Paige convinced herself. They need to find out why the detective was there and you can't just interogate someone in the middle of an alley, right? After they find out about him...then they'll kill him... Return |
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