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Silly Ole Bear
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Hardass felt his heart leap as he heard the news. It was like a dream come true. The dark clouds had been over his shift the entire time, but now... now there was a shimmer of light. The hummer was spotted at some nightclub.
He told every police officer available to get their asses over there. Hardass made it clear that stealth was going to be there weapons. Stealth and intelligence. Forte might be able to take down some bumbling mobsters, but the police, and the S.W.A.T. team?
Oh yeah, he had called the S.W.A.T. He was taking no chances here. Each time he had been getting closer and closer. This time, there would be no near miss, there would be no almost.
Forte would either be dead or behind bars. This he promised.
When he got there, the place was surrounded. It didn't look like it though. Most of the cops covering all the exits and entrances were in street clothes, and looked like either potential customers or just guys hanging out. A few cop cars were parked on the sides, and even more out of sight.
He could see people beginning to set things up on the roof's of adjacent buildings. Sniper rifles, just in case they managed to somehow lose the perp.
(hee hee)
He parked his car close to the hummer, walking up to it. With a glint of his eyes, he gouged two of the tires. There, no easy exits, no way to just walk out of this one.
Sorry Forte, do not pass go, and do not collest two hundred dollars.
He flashed his badge, letting himself into the club. He could see a few guys in there was well, sitting down in various places. He only recognized them since he had spent most of the night with them. None of them had a name to him, but a cop can easily spot another cop. It was almost like a sixth sense.
Sitting down at a table, he glanced across the room, seeing if he could spot Forte. No one yet. It didn't matter he could wait.
Hell, he had waited this long.. a few more minutes wouldn't hurt anything.
Ordering a scotch on the rocks his eyes continued to look for his victum, his prey.
Soon...
He told every police officer available to get their asses over there. Hardass made it clear that stealth was going to be there weapons. Stealth and intelligence. Forte might be able to take down some bumbling mobsters, but the police, and the S.W.A.T. team?
Oh yeah, he had called the S.W.A.T. He was taking no chances here. Each time he had been getting closer and closer. This time, there would be no near miss, there would be no almost.
Forte would either be dead or behind bars. This he promised.
When he got there, the place was surrounded. It didn't look like it though. Most of the cops covering all the exits and entrances were in street clothes, and looked like either potential customers or just guys hanging out. A few cop cars were parked on the sides, and even more out of sight.
He could see people beginning to set things up on the roof's of adjacent buildings. Sniper rifles, just in case they managed to somehow lose the perp.
(hee hee)
He parked his car close to the hummer, walking up to it. With a glint of his eyes, he gouged two of the tires. There, no easy exits, no way to just walk out of this one.
Sorry Forte, do not pass go, and do not collest two hundred dollars.
He flashed his badge, letting himself into the club. He could see a few guys in there was well, sitting down in various places. He only recognized them since he had spent most of the night with them. None of them had a name to him, but a cop can easily spot another cop. It was almost like a sixth sense.
Sitting down at a table, he glanced across the room, seeing if he could spot Forte. No one yet. It didn't matter he could wait.
Hell, he had waited this long.. a few more minutes wouldn't hurt anything.
Ordering a scotch on the rocks his eyes continued to look for his victum, his prey.
Soon...