Boston Blood

‘Well start taking notice. You can either be with me or against me on this. I came to you because I trust you. You’re a good kid with a bright future in front of you, a future that won’t exist if we don’t stop this madness at once. If I was you I’d start the ignition and get out of here’

Ninety Five

‘I don’t care how long you think it’s going to take, just do what I tell you’ Screams Co

‘I want a nice wide view. This shot is too crammed. Not all of the hostages will be in the shot. Someone move the camera back a few meters so we can get a better scene.’

One of his men obeys the command and moves the bulky tripod with the camera attached a few meters back. He bends down and looks in the viewfinder. His head snaps back into view and he gives Co

‘If everyone does what I say and keeps quiet no one is going to get hurt. I promise you that.’ Says Co

Co

‘We are going live in ten minutes. I want complete silence. If I hear any one scream or say a damn word then we will have problems.’

Co

Ninety Six

‘What do you mean you don’t know where they are?’ Asks Shaw as he stares daggers at the officer in front of him.

‘I don’t know Sir; I went down there earlier to see what’s happening and the convoy was nowhere to be seen. Not one patrol car or squad truck was there.’ Says the mundane looking officer as he brushes his hands to his sides

‘I find it hard to believe that a parking lot full of officers can just go missing. Not to mention our SWAT vans.’

‘I don’t know sir.’

‘What do you mean you don’t know?’

‘I just don’t sir’

‘Fuck it, get me Frank’

‘I tried locating him as well; Sargent Powel wanted to talk to him earlier. I can’t find him either sir.’

‘How in the hell can you not know where he is. I mean just follow the destruction and misery, I’m sure if you did, Frank would not be too far from it all!’

‘I’m sure your right Sir’

‘It doesn’t matter. Just get me the DA. I need to figure this out with someone who has half a brain.’

‘Sir…’ Stutters the Officer

‘Let me fucking guess, no DA either. Fucking beautiful!’ shouts Shaw as he thumps his desk.

Ninety Seven

‘Are you sure this is a good idea Frank?’ Asks Mullins as he pulls hard on the steering wheel, turning it franticly as he swerves around a corner

‘I’m pretty sure’ States Frank as he casually looks on as the traffic parts way.

‘And you don’t think we are going to get fired for this?’

Frank smiles as looks at Mullins struggle to keep the patrol car at their current speed.

‘Look kid, I’m an expert on getting fired. Truth is if you do a good job, they can’t fire you. You need to be one in a million.’

‘Well we are definitely that Frank. I mean there aren’t a million officers of the law who disobey orders and take matters in to their own hands. Not to mention convince thirty odd officers to fall in line to the fast track to early retirement.’

‘Who needs a pension ay kid?’

‘Who needs freedom?’ Laughs Mullins as he pushes hard on the accelerator.

Frank watches on as they speed through Boston’s midtown district. The lights from the patrol car light up the night traffic. Rays of blues and reds hit the horizon as Frank checks the rear view mirror. The convoy of four SWAT trucks struggle to keep up as Mullins pushes down on the gas. Their radio cracks as an urgent voice shouts over the CB.

‘Were coming up on the building in a few minutes, be prepared for heavy resistance. Remember that they have RPG’s on the roof.’

Frank’s face lights up as he sees the M.I.T building in the distance.

‘Time to end this shit once and for all.’ Says Frank as he takes one last drag on his cigarette, He unwinds the window and flicks the butt out.

Ninety Eight

‘So here we are once again. I say that in the nicest ma

The camera pans to the hostages who remain silent and still. Chief Shaw looks on as Co

‘Hello?’ He says as sweat drops down his brow, floating down his cheek and off his face.

‘Ah hello, May I speak to Detective Frank McKenzie. Make it quick, we are live across the nation after all.’ Says Chase as he paces the screen, his white Tux shining bright in the harsh light.

‘I’m sorry but I can’t get a hold of him, he left the station a while ago’

‘I suggest you do so soon as possible or this little piggy is going to reign down hell fire like a ton of bricks.’ The phone goes dead. Before Shaw can breathe in the TV echoes gun shots.

Two guards to the right of Co