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Silly Ole Bear
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Officer John Hardass drove up the street, his sirens blazing. Thirty other vehicles followed, each carrying four cops and a hell of a lot of arsenol. He looked up to the helicopter which had already been circling the place for quite some time now.
"Do we have radio back yet?" he asked into the cb. Nothing but silence followed. Static read from the radio, it was utterly useles...
"We hear you, the anti scamming device is in place," the man in the helicopter said. One of the best devices that Hardass could ever think was created. He let out a small whoop for joy, but the night wasn't over yet. They still had a criminal to prosecute.
"We have the place surrounded." it was supposed to be a question, but he barked it out over the cb as a statement.
"Thirty units in the front of the house, thiry in the back. It's secured, not even a mouse could get out of there without our knowing."
Hardass got out of the car, looking up at the house. Lucas' house, not bad for a multi millionaire mobster. They would all go down soon enough. He ran over to one of the swat team's vans. Three of them had already parked on the adjoining street.
"What's going on inside?"
The man was listening on a radio, he nodded his head.
"Two guys, two girls. One is definitally Tony."
His heart leaped and dropped at the same time. Girls? Hotages? Shit, this was no time to play hostage negotiation. This would however ensue that Tony got sent away for a long time... if he didn't die tonight that is.
"I want road blocks on all these streets, no one comes in or out."
He called to one of the sargeants, who was talking to an elderly lady.
"What did you see" the seargant asked.
"Well," she said, "the man pressed a button on a remote control. I saw it from my window. He pressed it twice, or maybe it was two buttons, I am not quite sure. Anyways, he pressed it, and the van blew up, along with that car over there."
Smoldering resinates of vehicles could be seen. One was definitally a F.B.I. van. Shit, some families were going to have to be notified.
He pulled out a picture of Tony, "Was this the guy?"
She nodded her head, "That was him."
A leutenant motioned him over to the remains of a small shed. It looked like it had been blown up as well.
"Whats all this?"
"This was where Tony blew up the van. There is bomb paraphenalia all over, and this..." he pulled out a twisted mass of a remote control. Hardass carefully put it in a plastic bag, fingerprints would have that identified soon enough.
"How's everything going?" he asked into his radio.
"Perfect, there are two teams of twenty men in the back, both swat and fbi agents, as well as our men, and three teams of 20 guys in the front. We also have a backup swat team patrolling just in case."
For a brief second he wondered if maybe this was a little too much, it was only two men after all. He was certain that the one in there besides Tony was another mobster, but he couldn't prove a thing just yet. For now, beinging Tony down was all he needed.
"Seargent," the man ran over, "Get that woman to a safe house, one preferably where no one but myself knows about. If those fingerprints don't pan out, she's the only one who witnessed this crime. Make sure she's completely safe."
The man saluted and ran off.
Hardass pulled out a M4 navy, and locked the clip home. He went to the swat radio one more time.
"What kind of arsenal do they have in there?"
"Big, enoughfor a small army. Even some shit we don't have yet."
This was what he had expected, thats why there were so many men.
"Make sure that helicopter stays alert, if anything goes wrong, they are going to be our eyes and ears."
He grabbed a bullhorn and walked back to the front of the house. It was a wall of police cars, barracades, and people all having guns aimed at the house. He nodded to the Swat agent called here to help them.
"Is the tear gas ready?"
The man nodded, "If that doesn't work, we've got a new stun bomb that will surely knock their socks off as well."
Hardass nodded, "Well, let's try a peaceful way first. He might just come to his senses."
Hardass turned the bullhorn on, "Tony. We know your inside. Come out with your hands up, and no one gets hurt."
He looked at the house, it seemed nice and clean. In about five minutes he knew something was going down though. He pushed the safety off of his navy and waited.
(How's that for being up shit creek without a paddle?)
"Do we have radio back yet?" he asked into the cb. Nothing but silence followed. Static read from the radio, it was utterly useles...
"We hear you, the anti scamming device is in place," the man in the helicopter said. One of the best devices that Hardass could ever think was created. He let out a small whoop for joy, but the night wasn't over yet. They still had a criminal to prosecute.
"We have the place surrounded." it was supposed to be a question, but he barked it out over the cb as a statement.
"Thirty units in the front of the house, thiry in the back. It's secured, not even a mouse could get out of there without our knowing."
Hardass got out of the car, looking up at the house. Lucas' house, not bad for a multi millionaire mobster. They would all go down soon enough. He ran over to one of the swat team's vans. Three of them had already parked on the adjoining street.
"What's going on inside?"
The man was listening on a radio, he nodded his head.
"Two guys, two girls. One is definitally Tony."
His heart leaped and dropped at the same time. Girls? Hotages? Shit, this was no time to play hostage negotiation. This would however ensue that Tony got sent away for a long time... if he didn't die tonight that is.
"I want road blocks on all these streets, no one comes in or out."
He called to one of the sargeants, who was talking to an elderly lady.
"What did you see" the seargant asked.
"Well," she said, "the man pressed a button on a remote control. I saw it from my window. He pressed it twice, or maybe it was two buttons, I am not quite sure. Anyways, he pressed it, and the van blew up, along with that car over there."
Smoldering resinates of vehicles could be seen. One was definitally a F.B.I. van. Shit, some families were going to have to be notified.
He pulled out a picture of Tony, "Was this the guy?"
She nodded her head, "That was him."
A leutenant motioned him over to the remains of a small shed. It looked like it had been blown up as well.
"Whats all this?"
"This was where Tony blew up the van. There is bomb paraphenalia all over, and this..." he pulled out a twisted mass of a remote control. Hardass carefully put it in a plastic bag, fingerprints would have that identified soon enough.
"How's everything going?" he asked into his radio.
"Perfect, there are two teams of twenty men in the back, both swat and fbi agents, as well as our men, and three teams of 20 guys in the front. We also have a backup swat team patrolling just in case."
For a brief second he wondered if maybe this was a little too much, it was only two men after all. He was certain that the one in there besides Tony was another mobster, but he couldn't prove a thing just yet. For now, beinging Tony down was all he needed.
"Seargent," the man ran over, "Get that woman to a safe house, one preferably where no one but myself knows about. If those fingerprints don't pan out, she's the only one who witnessed this crime. Make sure she's completely safe."
The man saluted and ran off.
Hardass pulled out a M4 navy, and locked the clip home. He went to the swat radio one more time.
"What kind of arsenal do they have in there?"
"Big, enoughfor a small army. Even some shit we don't have yet."
This was what he had expected, thats why there were so many men.
"Make sure that helicopter stays alert, if anything goes wrong, they are going to be our eyes and ears."
He grabbed a bullhorn and walked back to the front of the house. It was a wall of police cars, barracades, and people all having guns aimed at the house. He nodded to the Swat agent called here to help them.
"Is the tear gas ready?"
The man nodded, "If that doesn't work, we've got a new stun bomb that will surely knock their socks off as well."
Hardass nodded, "Well, let's try a peaceful way first. He might just come to his senses."
Hardass turned the bullhorn on, "Tony. We know your inside. Come out with your hands up, and no one gets hurt."
He looked at the house, it seemed nice and clean. In about five minutes he knew something was going down though. He pushed the safety off of his navy and waited.
(How's that for being up shit creek without a paddle?)