Friends With Shadows – Chapter 12 (Continued, Again!)

Writer’s Note: Oh, man. This is getting good. I don’t want to spoil it for you, but…it’s getting good. I really do enjoy the direction of the story. Something interesting about the chapters that has developed is the way they show different perspectives for the same moment…are you catching on to that? It was not my original intention, but through feedback and natural necessity it evolved. Anyhow, today is my Friday. Yes, I have a regular job also, like you. 🙂 Enjoy your Thursday! You’re almost there and I’m rooting for you! To help pass the time, enjoy more of Chapter 12 cliff-hanging excitement!

Chapter 12 (continued)

Dean asks for identification of the subjects. Handel isn’t able to give him a definite answer. He couldn’t give him an answer. Someone had taken his earpiece – Handel turns his body with ferocity ready to defend and strike the would be attacker. Handel had been so focused on the subjects down below he didn’t notice someone approaching him. What shocked him even more, when he spun around ready to embed a few rounds in the unknown subject, he saw Thomas holding his earpiece.

“What are you doing?” Handel realized the awe on his own face and straightened it out to a facial expression more suiting to a Law Officer.

Thomas reacted to his partner, “I’m not sure. But, we’re done here. Let’s get out of here. Something is wrong here.”

“You’re kidding! That’s funny. C’mon, let’s get back to business,” Handels tone sounded playful, his face was serious, daring him to rebel.

Thomas, unsure of what his next move would be, tried one last time to persuade his Law Academy colleague, “We shouldn’t be here,” staring him down and emphasizing every syllable.

Thomas threw the earpiece over his shoulder off of the building.

“I’m sorry. You’re serious. Well, I’m not going down. And you’re not leaving me to do this by myself. So, get back down there and cover the front so none of us get hurt.”

Before Thomas could reply, Handel already knew he wouldn’t comply and immediately leapt for his former partner. Crashing into the ground, the two struggled, exchanging elbows and fists. The fiasco was more equivalent to young brotherly brawls in terms of appearance; make no mistake, the two were determined to submit one or kill the other.
Thomas managed to break from Handel with his back to the skylight. Handel raised his sidearm and double-tapped his trigger. The ballistics made contact with the center mass of Thomas. Stumbling back Thomas attempted one final gesture and released a grenade too late; he was out of energy, and out of time. The grenade fell through skylight and landed near the subjects.

Handel ran up to the skylight just in time to see the blue tinged bubble emit from the detonated grenade. After the flash, his eyes adjusted to see his partner dead on the ground next to him – a quickly fading sense of guilt passed through his heart. He looked down the skylight and saw two blurred figures moving and clumsily grabbed his rifle and began firing down at the two. The two subjects ran out of the building and he saw another possible target under broken crates and pallets, slightly moving. Through his scope, he could see an opal colored ring and realized this was the other target Dean was looking for.
Handel shook his face, wiped his blurred eyes, looked down the scope, centered his target in the reticle, slow breath – darkness.

That’s twice someone managed to sneak up on him tonight.

…to be continued (again, I think)….

Friends With Shadows – Chapter 12 (Continued)

Writer’s Note: I appreciate you all bearing with me as I write this book. It’s not a perfect process and sometimes I won’t have anything to write. However, you may rest assured that I will make every attempt to post something to keep you up to date. Yesterday did not go as planned, obviously. Today is a new day and I will be writing some more. Hopefully, the infamous writer’s block won’t attack and kill any inspiration or clever thoughts I may have. Anyhow, enjoy the rest of Chapter 12! Share it with your friends!

Chapter 12 (Continued)

Through the alley, Dean clears the back part of the warehouse. Finger resting just to outside of the trigger, safety off, pointed down at forty-five degree angle, he approaches the back door, takes one more breath, calming his nerves, turns the knob and peels the door open. The old rusted knob, grinding against its will, Dean squints his eyes as if that will help the grinding noise. He slices his body across the doorway, firearm at ready position, all clear. He slips into the building, no sign of anyone, only the sound of a deep voice some distance away. Unable to make out what he’s saying, he moves for a better position trying to maintain the element of surprise.

Thomas moves to the front of the building using shadows and parked vehicles as cover. Standing in a semi-crouched position, Thomas looks around him and then eyes the door. Waiting for a signal from his counterparts to confirm how many subjects and locations, he begins to question his motives for being here. His breathing becomes shallow, his thoughts become lost, his shooting arm starts to shake. Rolling his eyes up, standing more erect, he lowers his shoulders and leans against the wall, telling himself there is still time to turn around. “You don’t have to be here. You can still back out. It’s not too late,” not his own voice but the words bounced around in his head. Some deeper, more ominous voice, causing the realization of his choices to become more clear.

Handel struggles to climb the ladder with his gear attached. Once he throws his legs over the ledge he finds a glass skylight in the ceiling with a large surface area. He looks down and sees a light and someone standing in the center; possibly the snitch. He seems to be talking to someone in the shadows but unknown how many are there.

He hears Dean’s voice in the earpiece, “I’m in position. Report in.”

Thomas hesitates then clicks the com, “Ready. Waiting for instructions.”

Handel turns his mic on, “Aerial set. One subject in center of the building. At least one more just out of sight in the shadow towards the back of the building. Unknown number of others. Standby.”

…to be continued (tomorrow, perhaps)….

Friends With Shadows – Chapter 12 (A New Chapter)

Writer’s Note: Happy Monday! Chapter 11 went faster than I expected it would and Chapter 12 is flowing from the keyboard with ease. This, of course, means I’m going to go back and find a major plot hole or rewrite the whole thing. Ha! We’ll see…. Enjoy your lunch hour and enjoy the next chapter. 🙂 Get your read on!

Chapter 12

Thomas and Handel did what they have been trained to do and began running searches for targets. Just like normal operation, they’re just doing a search for a couple of suspects; continued justification of their ambiguous morality. Accessing the regional camera network, Thomas began looking for image matches. Handel, knowing the chances were slim, began monitoring the local digital band for phone conversations or Law Officer radio descriptions of the suspects; yes, they were calling them “suspects” now. Dean continued to drive around to known locations of the snitch, knowing this to be futile in the immediate future. If he had more time, he knows the suspect would eventually turn up in one of these locations.

Thomas found dark video footage in the alley where they had dropped off the suspect; he was getting into some dark vehicle after encountering a shadow figure. Thomas began searching nearby footage for the direction of the vehicle and found they went to an abandoned warehouse. Minutes from their current location, the address is given to Dean as he presses the accelerator as hard has he can. A drop of sweat curves down Dean’s face, the only sign of apprehension he will show.

Something the man with the opal colored ring said continues to resonate in Dean’s head. He does have the choice, the option to stop all of this, come clean, accept the consequences, and move on with life, however that may look. Chump – no way, not today, not in this city, not at this Rehab Facility. Still, the choice he faces, every time he discards the possibility of turning himself in he cognitively buries himself deeper in the darkness of the lies he has told his superiors and himself. Every missed opportunity, he brings Thomas and Handel down with him further into the the cold dark, where irrational anger and misguided hatred are created.

Actively participating in his own eventual self destruction, Dean pulls up to the curb a block and a half away from the warehouse. The three men step out of the vehicle and double check the safety and ammunition on their firearms. After a brief discussion, they have devised the best method of entering the building, clearing it, and obtaining the suspects; all three acknowledge there are going to be three suspects maybe one or two more they are unaware about. Dean will circle to the back to see if he can flush them out while Thomas covers the front and Handel will head to a higher vantage point on top of the building.

Dean reminds them that he’d prefer them alive but dead is just as good. He’s trying to put the two green detectives minds at ease, make them feel better about going in after these suspects. Dean knows he can’t let them live.