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Post by Sam Ward on Apr 27, 2013 1:06:12 GMT 2
Sam expected Jack to run and hide, possibly try to make his way out of the building somewhere else or possible attack him without warning. All the more surprise when the guy stepped out and made a bad joke. On second thought this sort of behavior could be expected from a guy like Jack, who simply didn't play your good guy bad guy rule book.
Sam was about to give him a fierce answer when the blonde simply aimed and shot him in the shoulder. He didn't even have time to brace himself when he was thrown against the next concrete pillar. There was no way to prepare for the sort of pain that erupted in his shoulder moments later, even when you know it can happen any day. At the same moment Jack used his upper hand to kick away the knife and aim the gun at his head.
"I don't think you're the killing type." Sam pressed through gritted teeth while looking his opponent straight in the eye.
Sam's already screwed up vision didn't appreciate the fact that his head got knocked into the wall by Jack a second later and blacked out for a moment. At least this way the pain in his shoulder was a little less excruciating. Unfortunately it was strong enough to keep him awake. Instead of Jacks ugly smirk the concrete floor came into vision. He must have toppled over.
Even from down there Sam could make out the sirens and lights somewhere at the door of the warehouse. Footsteps came closer. Cops most likely. Maybe that was why Rina had pulled pout. A burning van full of drugs didn't look good on the resume. 'Deal with the pain, deal with it, you've learned this.' He told himself over and over when waves of agony washed over him. During his time with the military he'd been prepared for situations like this. It was time to make use of those techniques.
"They're in a box in a fridge." Sam fed Jack some bits of information. "We gotta get out of here..." Trying to push himself up made a pained groan escape his lips, which was more satisfaction than he was ready to offer Jack. "before they ...catch us." Sam was pretty sure that Jack didn't want to be caught with his hands in the cookie jar either.
With one hand he pushed against the bleeding hole in his shoulder, with the other he reached for the hunting knife, which he quickly twisted and shoved up his sleeve when footsteps made their heads turn.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Apr 27, 2013 1:26:36 GMT 2
On his way in Brian stayed in the shadows of the walls and gaps making sure his steps were as silent as possible. After all coming in here unarmed could easily qualify as Jack O'Conner grade stupidity.
Once Brian's eyes adjusted he could make out one man, most likely Sam not too far ahead of him. The shot that rang through the dark space of the warehouse made very muscle in his body tense up at once. Ready to run to Jacks rescue Brian was about to jump out of hiding when it wasn't Jack who dropped to the floor but Sam, judging by his figure.
Brian wasn't close enough to understand their next words but he could hear the footsteps of at least two cops running into the building very well.
Both uniformed men were quickly advancing to the sight of the shooting with their flashlights and guns ready.
Even from his spot in the shadows Brian could see who the flashlights shone on like a deer in the headlights: Jack, holding a gun and towering over his kidnapper. "Drop the gun! Drop the gun!" The cops yelled unisono.
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Post by Mia Toretto on Apr 27, 2013 3:52:14 GMT 2
Mia stayed a little more with Mira. "Be careful," she told her brother and her attention went back to Mira one more time. Mia wanted to shake Mira, to make her realize how dangerous the situation was if she stay one more second with her children. "Please, get out of here," she reluctantly placed the baby girl in her arms into the empty baby seat, just two days...that´s all she needed to feel drawn to those babies.
Taking a glance at the three of them she turned around and started to run towards the warehouse only to be stopped by a loud sound, she´d been around too many times to recognize the sound of a gunshot, she ducked, reflexes reacting as she ran, the color drained from her face as she saw a van wrecked but still she didn´t know where the hell was Brian, Sam or even Jack.
She hurried to the back of the warehouse finding a door and entered hiding in the shadows, her brown eyes looked for Dom but he wasn´t inside yet... Brian was nowhere to be seen only Sam and Jack... her eyes grew wide when she noticed the police yelling at Jack to drop the gun....wait what? The roles were reversed...damn it, but there was nothing she could do, only stay in the background. *** The officers noticed the two strangers as they entered following the loud and deafening sound and quickly started to yell at Jack who was still aiming at Sam. "On the ground now!" one of them yelled as the other kept telling him to drop his gun. They were ready to fired at him and gave him one more chance shouting instructions, if he didn´t do them, then he (Jack )was going to get shot.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2013 9:48:30 GMT 2
Mira gently placed her son in his carseat in the back seat of her car kissing the little boy's forhead. Then she moved to Laura tucking the little girl carfuly in the car seat before she kissed her forhead as well.
Mismatched eyes gave one fleeting glance at Mia, she was curious to how her twins had gotten into the brunette's hands but now was not the time nor the place to be asking questions. The blonde got into her Charger and helded out of the shipyard. For her it felt like the weight of the world was off her shoulders, though it was probably just for a little of time. Pulling out her phone she rang Brian.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on May 1, 2013 20:41:43 GMT 2
"I don't think you're the killing type."Jack sneered at that. He removed the gun's aim from Sam's forehead, and pressed the barrel into Sam's still heavily bleeding shoulder wound instead, all the while watching Sam's face as it contorted in pain the harder he pressed. It was almost funny how easily his role had shifted from victim to... what? the bad guy? Pffft, never. Sam deserved everything he got. And so, so much more. "You sure you're willing to bet your life on that?" he growled, forcing Sam back down on his ass when the man tried to push himself up. In a box in a fridge told him nothing apart from the fact that they were at least kept on ice. He needed to know the rest, like where this fucking fridge was. Only then would he be willing to ease off. Before Jack could press on for the location, however, two cops emerged from the shadows, shouting for him to drop his weapon and to get down on his knees. Both men were armed, aiming their guns point blank at him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was not how it was supposed to go down; this was not how he was supposed to go down... Tensing his jaws out of anger and frustration, Jack slowly rose back up to his full height, lifting his injured hand in surrender. The gun, though, remained aimed on Sam. "I said DROP your we-- " the officer was cut short by a ring-tone chirping nearby, causing both cops to instinctively redirect their aim towards the sound. Jack used the small window of distraction to make a run for it. "Stop! Or we'll shoot!" Fucking Jesus...! Adrenaline was coursing through Jack's body as bullets ricocheted off of a metal container by his side. He could hear the footsteps of two cops pounding after him; one was calling for back-up on his shoulder walkie-talkie while the other continued to shout for him to stop, that the building was surrounded. ------------------------- "You'll be alright, son. An ambulance is on it's way," one of the cops who hadn't gone after the runner told Sam. "While we wait, mind telling me what happened?" Meanwhile, yet another cop was searching the shadows from where the ring-tone had sounded. Carefully, the cop rounded each container with his gun raised and ready to do it's master's bidding.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on May 1, 2013 21:52:18 GMT 2
Every muscle in his body was tense as he watched the scene before him unfold. 'Rrrring, rrrrring, rrring...' the sound of the phone in his pocket almost gave Brian a heart attach. Fumbling for it he more or less slapped it off and instantly moved further behind the containers trying to get away from the cops and guns before one would find him. There wasn't anything he could do anyway. Nothing but provide a little distraction for his brother while outside more sirens could be heard.
Large fire trucks were approaching to put out the fire of a burning van and possible rescue passengers.
Moving quickly through rows of stored containers Brian could hear his own heart pounding in his ears. It was time to do something for himself and not for Jack. If he got caught he would most likely be on trial for drug trafficking and therefore go to prison. Nobody would care what his motivation was. So Brian ran like a white rabbit until a closed door provided an unpassable obstacle. Moments later he could see the light of a flashlight lighting the perimeter. What now?
-- The office who had his gun trained on the shooter didn't lower his weapon for one second. Especially not since the young man didn't put down his gun but made a run for it instead.
With his own Baretta still in his hand he started chasing the criminal calling for back up on his radio.
Past containers, through a doorway, up some stairs. Once he thought he had him and fired but missed. It was clear. This guy was a guilty as they came and not going to stop. Even under fire he kept running. But he had chosen the wrong cop to mess with. Seargent Salvador was known as one of the toughest street cops out there with an incredibly high rate of successful busts and chases. Not many got away from him and he wasn't about to start letting them get away today.
the stairs he was flying up led to a second level, which on consisted of a small gallery above the actual warehosue were some offices were located. On the other side the emergency exit led to a roof terrace. "Stop!" He warned one last time on the long stretch of the gallery before he aimed and fired. Not sure whether he had missed again he picked up his pace to close the distance.
OOC: So I'm going to play the cop who chases Jack. Jack, you decide whether he shots you and whether he'll get you. Can Mia play the one interacting with Sam and Jack the one who's after Brian?
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Post by Sam Ward on May 1, 2013 22:11:45 GMT 2
"Ahhhrr." A long pain cry escaped Sam's mouth when Jack decided to show his sadistic side and press the barrell of the gun into the bleeding hole, that it had just moments before torn into his shoulder. Biting his lip he regained his self control and scrambled away when suddenly he was blinded by flash lights of cops that he found them. Never before had Sam been thankful to see law enforcement but right now they were a blessing as Jack bolted away without shooting any of his other body parts.
For a brief moment relief washed over him because the immediate danger for his life made a run for his own life. That nice state didn't last too long as it quickly dawned on the hired killer that it wouldn't take the cops very long to figure out who he really was.
Sam needed to think and act fast. His body was already starting to feel cold, shivers were running down his back together with an enormous amount of blood flowing from the much bigger exit wound. He pressed his own hand against the front of his shoulder but couldn't reach the back. It took him a moment to realize that the cop was talking to him because his mind was working over time on a plan to get out of this situation. Carefully he slid his hunting knife back in his boot before he started groaning. "This guy...." He coughed dramatically to make time. "...shot me." Of course he wasn't ready to give anything up. Instead he weakly asked the man. "Push against the back of the wound." Meanwhile his own eyes darted around for the other cops who were busy chasing Jack and whoever the phone belonged to. Was it Rina? or maybe Brian?
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Post by Mia Toretto on May 2, 2013 5:00:52 GMT 2
This isn´t how it was all supposed to end and now she was stuck inside the warehouse, the darkness of the place helped a little as she slowly try to find a way out, it was a freaking labyrinth not knowing where you were going to end up, she had to choose wisely, it all went to crap when a phone went off, she recognize whose phone was it, none other than Brian.
On the other hand we had Sam who was now bleeding on the floor and Jack who decided to run from his life, Sam played victim, and he was giving quite a good performance so, when one of the cops started to yell at Jack and chasing him, she knew she had to get out of there. *** The officer job was to help the innocent but there was something about this guy, he couldn´t put his finger on it and the way he said for him to help him by placing some pressure to his back wound, he frown.
"Turn around, facing the floor," he started to say, looking how the kid´s hand was trying to stop the bleeding from his shoulder, his eyes were like a hawk watching every move Sam made and because of that he never let go of his gun.
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Post by Sam Ward on May 2, 2013 23:55:51 GMT 2
To have his back to the officer wasn't the best of situations but right now Sam didn't have a whole lot of choice because the man didn't put down his gun.
The former soldier was aware that he didn't have a whole lot of time to make a move before he would have lost too much blood to fight or run. Yet going against an armed cop wasn't an option.
So he kept pressing his hand against the front of his shoulder and slowly turned around. His fingers were already covered in blood and he could only imagine what his back looked like. Judging by the wet warmth on his back not so good.
Sirens outside announced the arrival of either a fire truck or an ambulance. Sam's head was already spinning from pain and bloodloss making it harder to plan his next move. He could either try and fight the cop now as long as he was alone with him or hope to be alone in the ambulance with only one medic and no hand cuffs, which wasn't very likely considering the cop still held his gun.
When he felt the man press one hand onto his shoulder from behind he chose to act as long as he still could. Knowing the cop was close enough he smashed his head back into the man's face, who instantly reached for his brutalized face. Sam whirled around knocking the gun from his hand and then placed a well aimed kick on his head.
Struggling to his feet he did the only thing he was still capable off: Stumble away from him as fast as he could. Clutching his left arm to his body he ran towards the open door at the other side of the warehouse.
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Post by Mia Toretto on May 3, 2013 2:33:56 GMT 2
The kick connected to his face real well making everything a blur, the cop groan in pain as he fell to the floor touching his head with one hand, it hurt like hell, he stood up and blinked, once he was sure the earth beneath his feet wasn´t moving he started searching for the young man, his vision still played games with him, but he stopped. “STOP! Or I´ll shoot! “Looking how the man stumble getting away from him, the cop aim his gun at Sam and open fire, he started to walk almost run after Sam hoping one of those bullets hit his target. *** Mia was almost on her way out but had to drop to the ground being covered by the darkness listening to the gunshots so close to her, when silence fell on the warehouse she took a peak where moments ago Sam was, but he wasn´t there anymore nor the cop, she look around her, adrenaline kicking in. Finally, she got out and ran as far as she could away from that place being careful not to be seen by a cop.
Once she was in a safe place she took out her cell phone dialing Dom´s number, but her brother never picked up the phone. She was starting to get worry now, she even tried to send a text message to Brian, but the adrenaline was so high in her body that her fingers were shaking so bad she wasn´t even able to send it or even make another phone call. They had to be alright.
“Damn it,” she whispered looking from afar how everything was starting to unfold, in a matter of minutes ambulance fill the warehouse along with more cops, the blue and red lights shining so bright she had to hide very well.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on May 3, 2013 15:48:33 GMT 2
More bullets whistled past him, lodging themselves in concrete or ricocheting off of metal containers. All fired shots were too god damned close for his tastes, but Jack kept going no matter what, rounding containers, busting through a door and towards a flight of stairs. The metal construction shook and vibrated under every step as he hurriedly took the stairs two steps at a time. There had to be an emergency exit or something up here, though whether going up the roof would be the smartest idea he'd find out soon enough. "Stop!"Another loud report echoed against the walls of the large warehouse; Jack felt his side explode in pain, the heat of something amiss burning hot through his body... even as he more stumbled than ran now towards the green emergency exit light at the end of the gallery, Jack knew he had been hit. A pained groan was forced out of Jack's mouth when he haphazardly body slammed open the emergency exit's door leading onto the roof. A helicopter was already flying overhead, it's searchlight moving over the perimeter while down on the ground, more cops cars had gathered. Goddamn it, where the fuck was he supposed to go now?! With no other options, Jack hid behind the protruding exit of a ventilation shaft, pressing his back against it. His breath was ragged as he carefully lifted his shirt to check his wound, but he soon pushed the fabric down again and pressed a hand against it. It was bleeding pretty badly, though how serious the wound truly was, he didn't know; he wasn't a fucking doctor. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Jack checked whether his gun was cocked before he prepared himself for the next course of action, whatever that may be.... -------------------------------- Silently, officer Langley crept forward, surreptitiously checking every large container she rounded. She double-checked her gun, though she was doing it on reflex only while her flashlight shone out in front of her. Her mind was focused on only one thing. Finding whoever was down here. Continuing her way down the rows, she chanced calling out, "I know you're here! Come out with your hands up!" Her own echoes were the only response. Come on, asshole... hide and seek time is over...A clanking noise behind one of the containers caught officer Langley's attention, and she quickly picked up her pace, raising her gun. Soon, her flashlight illuminated the face of a man who clearly was not one of her colleagues. "LAPD, don't move!" she shouted, aiming her gun point blank at the blonde while her free hand grabbed her walkie-talkie. "This is officer Langley requesting for back-up. I've found a third perp in the back of the building."
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Post by Sam Ward on May 3, 2013 19:00:30 GMT 2
The stretch to the open door on the other side seemed endless and the pain in his shoulder increasing by the moment. About half way cross Sam knew he wasn't going to make it before the cop would catch up to him. He had to make it. He simply had to.
“STOP! Or I´ll shoot! “ The officer called out behind him but didn't even give him enough time to react. Before Sam could come to a halt, a round was fired and tore holes in the concrete next to him. Shocked about the harsh course of action of this police officer he froze just in time to get thrown to the ground when a second bullet tore into his right lower back. Shot in the back by a cop. What a fate!
Things weren't looking too good for Sam. When he tried to push himself up again, he couldn't even get all the way to his feet but only scramble away on all fours. It was clear that he didn't stand a chance of escape anymore. Giving up still wasn't an option for a guy like him. Again he attempted to move forward. He was probably lucky not to get shot dead by the angry office, whose nose was bleeding from the blow in the face. Sam's arms were shaking and the amount of pain became unbearable making him collapse on the blood stained concrete ground beneath his tortured body. For a lack of better options he turned his head, that was pressed against the cold grey floor, to the side to whimper. "Don't shoot anymore!" His arms were stretched out to show he surrendered. This wasn't how he had pictured the day to go down. When exactly did things go south? Who had called the cops? Small dots were dancing in front of his eyes while he was rolling onto his side to curl up in a ball. All he could hope for was that Jack and Brian would get shot as well so they couldn't testify against him.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on May 3, 2013 19:19:35 GMT 2
At first the cop chasing the blonde wasn't sure whether any of his bullets that he fired while he was running had hit his target but the way he collapsed against the emergency exit on the top level looked promising. The older officer was considerably slower than Jack and still had to climb a flight of stairs before he could follow him to the door. This moment would be crucial and it was almost stupid to follow the man outside alone. So he radioed for backup on the first floor before he slowly pushed the door open with his gun firmly in both hands but didn't exit just yet. Instead he waited for a reaction. When nothing happened he carefully pressed his own back against the door, noticed the streak of blood there and slowly stepped forward ready to shoot again. The runner had been hit and was most likely panicking by now. All he needed was time because there was nowhere to go from up here other than the water below if he could make it across the 2 or three meters of pavement.
Stepping away from the door the man quickly moved around the door to see whether the man was there.
-- Brian had done his best to outsmart the cop on his tail but at the end of a row of containers he had nowhere else to go if he didn't grow wings. The woman, who was chasing him, was in awefully good shape as well. So he found himself looking into her flashlight and down the barrel of her gun. With all the shots being fired in the warehouse he was sure she'd be trigger happy as well but Brian wasn't ready to catch one of her bullets. Not if it could be avoided.
Raising his hands slightly he nodded towards her when she called out 'LAPD'. "Me too." Of course she would buy this bit of information right away so he added. "My name is officer O'Conner, badge number 14187. I'm here under cover." He lowered his hands again. "Look, I'm not armed. One of these guys has taken my gun from me. You can waste both of our time and call it in or you can trust me and help me chase those guys I've been after for weeks." While the woman was still eyeing him wearily and processing the information Brian stepped forward to pass by her and angrily glared at her. "You're fucking wasting my time, lady. Help me get those damn smugglers!"
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Post by Mia Toretto on May 5, 2013 1:49:51 GMT 2
"I warned you," the office simply said looking at Sam surrendering to the police. He took out his radio, now that the gentleman was wounded enough for him to make a run, the officer placed pressure on his lower back where now were not just one but two holes, the blood was pouring out fast and this guy really needed medical help.
"This is officer Ramos, I have a gentlemen mid 30´s with a shot wound on his right shoulder, and two more wounds on his lower back, I need medical assistance as soon as possible," he shouted the instructions giving his location.
The suspect heart beat was not as strong as before, the blood kept pouring out and the guy´s face starting to lose color. But all he could do at the moment was to keep the pressure on his shoulder and back until help arrived.
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Post by Sam Ward on May 5, 2013 23:39:55 GMT 2
From one moment to the next Sam had gone from kidnapper and possible killer to victim. How the roles had been reversed so easily he couldn't figure out even if he wasn't loosing blood so quickly, not did he care to. It wasn't hard to understand that his life was on the line when the cop started pressing his hand against the bullet hole in his back. One of the holes. Until the man radioed for an ambulance he wasn't even aware how many times he had been shot, just that it hurt like hell and was sucking his life juice out of him faster than he could react. Covered in blood Sam tried his best to press his own hand against the wound on his shoulder but his shaking hands didn't have enough strength anymore. "How bad is it?" He pressed out in between hitched breaths even though he already knew the answer because he'd seen it all before. A few minutes, maybe less, maybe more, but not much. His only hope was that the officers call would go through quickly and that an ambulance was in the area. And that neither Rina nor any of Stephanos left and right hands or her father would see him like that because if they did, they'd finish him off so he couldn't talk.
His vision was swimming while he tried to evade the agony by arching his back. In vain. With his cheek pressed against the concrete he could only close his eyes or focus on what was on his eye level. Desperately he tried to keep his eyes open, while his heart was going like a fast but very dull clockwork. His eyes were already playing tricks on Sam because he saw the feet and then the figure of a woman at the exit. The woman was illuminated by flashing, dancing lights. Then she was gone. Who was that woman. His eyes drifted close for a moment but the pain didn't go away.
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Post by Mia Toretto on May 6, 2013 23:37:47 GMT 2
Officer Ramos kept applying pressure to the man´s back but the blood wasn´t stopping. "Don´t move, the paramedics should be here any minute," he noticed how the injured man tried to stop the bleeding from his shoulder but his hand was so shaky due to the blood loss.
"I need paramedics!" the cop shouted into his radio. When the guy on the floor closed his eyes for a moment he started to talk to him. "Hang in there, you´ll be taking to a hospital soon," the moment he finished saying those words two paramedics entered the warehouse running towards the officer to help.
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Post by Sam Ward on May 6, 2013 23:51:44 GMT 2
Judging by the tone of the cops voice he was no longer worried about being attacked by Sam. It sounded like he was in a pretty bad condition for the cop to be shouting into his radio like this. Obviously he didn't want to be responsible for his death. Sam only heard parts of what he was saying though because his hearing was fading in and out along with his vision. After what seemed to be an internity of pain, shaking, teeth clattering and fading in and out of consciousness he could hear the sirens of an ambulance. Sam didn't hear the footsteps of the paramedics fall onto the hard cement but suddenly they were there cutting off his shirt, applying pressure to his wounds and talking to him, while quickly applying pressure bandages. Something pricked his arm while he had the nerve to mumble. "Jack? Did you get him?" If he was going out like this they'd better make damn sure they got the little bastard who put him in his darn aweful situation. Through half closed lids he could see their faces above him while he was being belted onto a stretched and lifted up. Sam could see their mouths moving but heard none of their voices. Irritated he tried to focus his green eyes on them but they wouldn't focus. Things were getting worse fast. Outside a few people, who were working at the docks at night, had gathered out of curiosity. One by one their face flew by him. But one stood out from the others. It was a woman with long raven hair. Was it Mia? Sam wasn't sure but he instantly lifted his head a little and tried to see her but he was carried away too fast. Nevertheless he muttered her name. "Mia."
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Post by Mia Toretto on May 7, 2013 0:29:07 GMT 2
One of the paramedics barely listened to Sam words. "Can you tell me your name, sir?" he started to check out the man´s eyes with a flashlight while the second paramedic started to place a catheter and some fluids into his system keeping the pressure on the wounds.
For a moment the man in the stretcher lifted his hand pointing to the small crowd that gathered outside the warehouse, but there was not a single woman in there. "Mia? Is she family? Do you have any idea how we can contact her?" the cop next to the paramedics made a quick note on a small notepad he took from his pocket.
Ramos climbed to the ambulance while the paramedics kept working to stabilize this man who seemed not too good. "What type of blood do you have?" the questions kept coming at Sam. The last thing they wanted was for him to lose consciousness.
It was the officer time to ask a question. "What is Mia´s last name?"
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Post by Jack O'Conner on May 7, 2013 1:03:38 GMT 2
His hand clenched more tightly around the handle of his gun when Jack heard the creak of the emergency exit door, signaling that the cop had entered the roof now as well. He was trapped like a fucking rat here, with only three options left: he could try and shoot his way out (which would earn him a life sentence if he killed that cop), he could surrender (which would earn him, what? 25 to life?), or he could... While the cop was slowly closing in on his position behind the ventilation shaft, Jack took a quick glance over the edge of the roof. There was a small stretch of pavement before there was water, but as far as he could tell, he could make it, right...? Fuck it, anything's better than doing time; I know what they do to guys like me in prison. Without so much as another thought, Jack pushed off, taking one, two, three steps before he jumped from the high roof... ...an unknown amount of time later....The first thing that Jack was aware of when sense returned to him was that he wasn't, in fact, dead. His lungs ached and his injuries throbbed from their inundation in the bitter, salty sea water, but he was undeniably alive. He didn't know how much time had passed, or even where he was, but at least there was sand beneath him now, instead of water, the distant howl of approaching sirens registering as barely a whisper in the dark. Beauty sleep's over. Time to go...A pained groan left his mouth as Jack slowly pushed himself up onto his feet, his hand moving to clutch his still bleeding side. ah yes, the gunshot wound, he needed to get that looked at asap. But where? He couldn't go to a hospital or a doctor; they had to report any gunshot wounds by law. Maybe a vet? Man, this night just keeps getting better and better...Gritting his teeth against his various aches and pains, Jack began to drag his feet through the sand as he slowly made his way off the beach. ---------------------------------------------------------- "My name is officer O'Conner, badge number 14187. I'm here under cover."Officer Langley gave the man an incredulous look. Was she supposed to just take his word for it? She may be blonde but she wasn't stupid, nor was she intimidated by the angry glare the man gave her in passing. "If you're with the LAPD, why are you hiding from us?" she asked, following after 'officer O'Conner' now. Just to be sure, her gun was still in her hands, safety off and ready to do whatever needed to be done. There was just something about this whole situation that felt fishy; she didn't trust this guy one bit. While 'officer O'Conner' walked out in front of her, Langley let the distance between them grow just enough before she radioed his information to the station. She could hear her colleague typing on the other side of the line while she waited. Then she received an answer that made her blood run cold. "Officer O'Conner, badge number 14187, was dishonorably discharged from the force about a year ago for--"That was all she needed to hear before she shut her radio off, and raised her gun again. "Mr. O'Conner, please put your hands in the air. I am placing you under arrest."
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Post by Sam Ward on May 7, 2013 15:52:32 GMT 2
Sam was barely able to open his eyes anymore because his strength was fading so fast. He definetly needed to think of something fast if he didn't want to be in a world of trouble. Even in prison he wouldn't be save from Stephanos extended hands. The mobsters people were everywhere to make sure he wouldn't talk under pressure.
Unfortunately Sam couldn't even think one step ahead in his current position. Despite all the training he had undergone during his military time he felt helpless because of the pain and blood loss three bullets were causing him. Instead of toughing it out he was ready to beg for help. "Sam..." He thought about a fake name but under the circumstances opted for his real name. the police could take his prints anyway. "Ward. B +." His strained words were barely audible.
Usually Sam would have complained about the flashlight in his eyes or needle in his arm but now he was ready to endure whatever would save his life.
It took a moment for the word he could only hear with his eyes closed to sink in but then he answered. "Mia? No. She's here though." Then he opened them. In front of his swimming vision some street cop appeared, the same guy who had shot him. Sam stared into his face with suddenly wide open eyes to memorize every bit of it. If he survived this he'd surely pay him a visit. Instead of answering the mans questions he grit his teeth and glared at him before lashing out and reaching for his throat. "You shot me in the back! You bastard." His strength wasn't even enough to tighten his fist around the guys windpipe so he sunk back down on the stretcher. At least the cop knew he had to watch his back.
Tears started glistening in his eyes because of the desperation and pain. Sam knew his life was on a very fine line and that he had to calm down so he attempted to steady his breathing once the cop had left.
His eyes drifted close again but in a faint voice he still asked. "How bad is it? My mother is in Saint Mary's hospital..." The only person who mattered in his life needed to know what was going on even if that meant she'd know the truth about her son.
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