Fic: Death is certain (pre-slash Colby/Don R)
Title: Death is certain
Author:anuminis
Beta: un-betaed
Rating: R for violent and cruel images
Pairing/Characters: pre-slash Colby/Don, David, Nikki, Liz, Charlie
Length: 2.821words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: A series of murders shocks L.A. and brings the team to the brink of abyss of the human mind.
Note: Sorry that it took me so long but I'm still working on this fic and rest assure that chapter 3 is half finished whiles chapter 4 is already finished o.O" so I hope the next update won't take me so long.
<<< Chapter one - Prelude: Before the Storm
Death is certain
Violence is man re-creating himself.
-Albert Einstein
Chapter two - A history of violence
Colby groaned and cracks his neck as he leaned back in his chair. What a way to start a day, he thought and looked at his flickering screen. He closed his eyes in disgust.
Coffee and something to eat, he thought to himself that would distract him for a few minutes. Though he doubted that he could actually eat anything after all he’d seen so far.
“This world is sick,” he muttered and rubbed his eyes.
“You’re telling me!”
Colby jumped as he heard David’s reply. He was so tired that he hadn’t even noticed his return.
“Found something?”
Colby’s head snapped towards Don who walked past him on his way to his own desk.
“Sick and disgusting things that’ll last me for a lifetime,” he answered.
“Is it connected to our case?” Don leaned exhausted against Colby’s bullpen.
Colby shrugged. “If cruel and senseless acts of violence against dogs means so, then we have a problem.”
Don hung his head. “Anyone want coffee?”
“Me.” David raised his hand.
“I could use one,” Colby said scrolling his screen down so he wouldn’t see the bloody picture of the dead dog.
“’Kay” And with that Don made his way to the break room.
***
Don sighed as he walked towards the break room. He was tired and already sick of this case and judging by the hard lines around Colby’s eyes the younger agent felt the same.
No wonder, Don thought; seeing all those cruel images would get to everyone - everyone sane that is.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit Don and he thank who ever put it on. He inhaled deeply. God he wouldn’t know what to do with himself without the black liquid.
Grabbing three paper cups Don filled them and added some sugar for himself and Colby and milk for David. Wrenching them artistically between his hands he returned to the bullpens.
***
Colby turned towards David happy for any distraction. “So found something?”
“A headache,” commented David and rubbed his temple to emphasize it.
“You can say that,” Colby answered and gave David a lopsided grin. He could hear David hack away on his keyboard, but he waited patiently for him to answer.
David shook his head and cursed silently before he turned towards Colby. But before he could say anything Don returned with three cups of coffee wrenched between his hands. He offered the foremost to Colby who took it gratefully. Then he held one cup for David and indicated with his head towards the war room.
“You can tell us all,” he said. “Detective Simmons and his partner have arrived.” David nodded; he and Colby followed Don into the room where Nikki and Liz had setup photographs and reports from both cases. Detective Simmons and the other Detective stood in front of one of the tables waiting for them.
“Detectives,” Don greeted them. David and Colby nodded they heads.
Colby took a sip from his coffee to distract himself from the gruesome pictures, he didn’t know why they affected him so much, but it unnerved him. The hollow eyes of the dog flashed before him and he shuddered.
He took another sip and found to his surprise that the coffee was just the way he liked it; he glanced at Don who sipped his own coffee looking at the plasma screen.
“Okay,” he suddenly started and Colby jumped a little bit. Don looked at Detective Simmons who nodded and started to fill them all in.
Colby frowned as he listened to what the Detective had to say.
According to him the first murder had taken place in Tarzana the community right next to Encino. The murdered couple, the Langstons, had been found in their house, stabbed to death; the dog had been killed too and was badly mutilated.
Unlike the recent victims the dog and the bodies were found in separate places of the house.
There had been signs of forced entry, the backdoor was broken and some jewels and cash had been stolen. West Valley PD invested it as a B&E, but looked also into a possible homicide. The family background had been checked and all associated, too. Nothing came off of it and the fingerprints and DNA samples that had been collected at the crime scene showed no result. The culprit hadn’t been in the system. It became an unsolved case like so many others - until now.
“The moment I entered the house I knew that it was the same guy,” Simmons said. “Call it a hunch, but the way that dog was mutilated ringed my alarm bells.”
Again Colby saw the skull flash before his inner eye, he couldn’t help but shudder. His coffee was long gone and he missed the warmth that it had given him.
Simmons continued his story, he now told how the O’Sullivans had been discovered and that it had been pure luck that they had, because the O’Sullivans had been planning on going to Las Vegas for a vacation and weren’t expected back for 2 weeks. A neighbor wanted to bring back a baking dish before the O’Sullivans left and so she discovered them after ringing the bell for several times finding the absent bark of the dog suspicious, because the light was still on.
“When was that exactly,” Colby interrupted.
“Around 10 pm. Miss Henderson said she promised to give the backing dish back before they leave, but she had problems at work and stayed late. She didn’t want to disturb them knowing that they wanted to leave early, but she saw that the light was still on and so she decided to give it back though it was already that late.” Colby nodded and Simmons went on.
“The ME’s preliminary estimate of TOD was 6 hours ago. This means 4 pm.”
“And nobody saw anything?” Colby asked incredulous.
“No not really.” Nikki said. “Nothing suspicious aside from the usual - postman, plumbers, craftsmen, cable guys.”
“We’re checking into them right now.” Detective Rubers said. It was the first time the second Detective spoke up.
“There was one neighbor, Miss Fredrick, who said she saw a rusty old van parked two streets away. She said that she had never seen it before. Other neighbors confirmed this. However, no one remembered the license plate but it was registered in Long Beach. We put a BOLO on it,” Rubers continued.
The team nodded, they knew that it would take a while before they would get a result out of that.
“Liz did you find anything the police might have overseen,” Don asked with a apologetic look at the two officers. Liz pushed herself into a standing position.
“I’ve been through the files two times, but haven’t found anything that would help us right now,” she said. Don raised an eyebrow. “But I can go check them again,” she continued and left the war room.
“David, Nikki anything to add to what the Detectives had to say?” Don trained his eyes on both his agent. David shook his head and Nikki glared at Don, as if she’d done something wrong and was punished by him.
“Nobody saw or heard anything,” David said. “It’s like we’re hunting a ghost.” He rubbed his temple. “I go and help Liz, LAPD is covering the rest right now. “ He looked at the Detectives who nodded.
“Should we call Charlie? Maybe he can do some of his hocus-pocus?” Nikki looked at Don, at that moment the cell of Detective Simmons ringed.
“Simmons,” the Detective said as he answered his phone; everyone looked at him.
“Yes, yes. I got that. Yeah thanks. Bye.” He snapped his phone shut and looked towards Don.
“Long Beach PD has spotted the van, it pretty much fits the description it has a sticker on his bumper one of the neighbor remembered seeing. The license plate is,” he grimaced. “GOV SUX. Don’t know why people couldn’t remember that,” he said sarcastically.
While Detective Simmons talked to Don, Colby had sat himself at one of the computers and tipped in the registration. The machine searched a few seconds before it spit out a name. Colby pressed a button to bring it up on the main plasma.
“The vans registered to a Clive Owens, 39 resident in Molino Ave 3, Long Beach. He is a proud owner of a long police record,” Colby said sarcastically bringing said record up on the plasma.
“Multiple charges for assault, illegal possession of firearms and drugs, dealing with drugs.” Don whistled. “He’s been in and out of prison for the last 20 years. Spend 5 years in California State Prison for assault with a knife. That’s interesting.”
“With that history of violence, it would be easy to commit a murder like that,” Nikki stated. Everybody thought the same.
“I want a dossier on him, everything from where he went to school to what kind of bubble gum flavor he likes. ASAP.” Nikki nodded and headed out to her desk to get started.
“If we’re lucky this is our guy,” Don said, but Colby doubted it, they were never that lucky.
“Colby go through the records, see if Owens is connected to one of your cases.”
Colby just nodded and resign himself to his gruesome task.
The next couple of hours crept slowly by and by the time Nikki had gathered all she could get on Owens, Colby was ready to shoot somebody. Don supplied him with coffee though, but every time Colby wanted to thank him he’d already left.
As Nikki talked about what she’d found it became clearer and clearer that Owens had a controlling issue and a slightly psychopathic tendency. He was a ticking time bomb and even if he hadn’t committed these horrific murders, he defiantly had something to hide.
“Vice is onto him but they couldn’t find anything that would stick on him. They say we should be careful he’s as paranoid as brutal. Word is out on the street that he operates mutable illegal drug labs and other establishments of questionable reputations,” Simmons said. “It’s been said that he runs a fight club where he frequently beats the hell out of other guys for his own pleasure and money.”
Robin entered at that moment waving a white sheet in her right hand.
“I have the arrest warrant you wanted. The judge agreed that this Owens is shady and his van puts him at the crime scene.” She smiled as she stepped near Don. Don snatched the paper out of her hand taking a closer look, blind for her seductive smile she was directing at him.
“Okay people gear up we’ll take this guy in for questioning and to search his house and car.”
Everybody scrambled to their feet. Don addressed Simmons. “LAPD has the lead on this we’re only supporting you.” Simmons nodded. “I call SWAT.”
Colby was on his way out, wanting to get out of the room as soon as possible, he didn’t know why but he didn’t like seeing Don and Robin together; especially when Robin had her lovy dovy eyes on display.
“Hey honey, got yourself another though case.” He heard before he was out of ear shot.
He didn’t saw or heard Don’s reply; he didn’t care or that was what he said to himself. His heart arched and he hated it, not knowing why.
***
An hour later Colby found himself in full gear kneeling behind a hydrangea on Owens backyard the blossoms where in full bloom and emitted a sweet smell that drew any kind of insects to it.
Colby drove a bussing fly away with his left hand, watching Don on the other side of the yard and listening to what he said over his earphone.
“Infrared shows activity in the house. Two people in the upper floor one downstairs. We move when SWAT is ready.”
“Understood,” Colby said in his micro listening for David’s affirmation. He surveyed his surroundings again, running the operational plan through his head. The crackling of the radio snapped him to attention.
“LAPD in position. FBI?”
“We’re clear,” came Don’s voice.
“Flash bangs being thrown in 3…2…1.”
The clatter of broken glass could be heard, then a loud bang shocking the house to its core. Smoke blew out of the shattered windows cycling up into the blue sky.
“LAPD!” Was shouted, as the SWAT team entered the house in efficient movements.
Colby had sprung into action the moment the flash bangs had detonated. He kicked the back door in Don and David at his heels their M4 at the ready. Together they swarmed the premises, their flashlights cut thru the swirling smoke, shouting “Clear” if the room was unoccupied.
Colby threw a culprit to the ground as the fleeing man tried to escape the smoke and the SWAT team; he pointed his own UMP at him steadily.
“Don’t move,“ he said in a commanding voice. The guy froze and whimpered seeing the determination in Colby’s eyes.
Meanwhile Don and David had made it to the upper floor where the other two suspects had been located.
By the time Colby had handcuffed the guy SWAT came back down with the two men one of them Clive Owens who locked more them pissed.
Colby watched the man warily; he was cuffed behind his back but was still fighting the resistance. He was sweating like a bull one vein on his forehead throbbing profoundly. Don and David walked behind him and the other guy who looked like he might faint.
One of the SWAT officers gave Colby a thumps up and then all hell break loose.
With a sheer inhuman strength Owens blew of the cuffs freeing his hands and throwing both SWAT officers against the walls in the same movement. He grabbed the Sig of one them and took one officer hostage holding the man in a vicious choke hold.
“You’ll never get me!” Owens screamed turning frantically around, the unconscious officer flew around like a rag doll.
Don and David who had been thrown off by one of the SWAT officers where momentarily stunned not able to react to anything that happened before them.
Without any warning Owens started to shoot. The body of one of the bad guys flew lifeless to the ground and Colby ducked his head instinctively he had his Glock out trying to get a clear shot at Owens.
As Owens pointed the gun at Don Colby had only seconds to decide. A single shot ripped through the chaos and Owens dropped dead on the floor a 9mm hole in the back of his head.
Seconds passed before everything that had happened sunk in, Colby shifted closer to Owens dead body, only a light tremor shock is pointed gun. He kicked the Sig away from Owens then looked at Don for reassurance.
Before Don could say anything SWAT officers swarmed in from all around them.
“What happened,” Officer Brown wanted to know as he took the sight before him in.
“He broke free,” Don said as he scrambled into a standing position. “Knocked us all out, took one of you as hostage,” He nodded at the unconscious Officer that was now attended by one of his colleagues. Don watched Colby as he put back his Glock and left.
***
Don found Colby sitting on the curbside in front of the house. It had taken quite some time to get everything necessary moving, but now he needed to talk to his agent. He would have gone directly after him hadn’t Brown insisted to talk to him.
”Here,” he said as he sat next to him holding a bottle of water. Colby gave him a side glance but took it without question.
“How do you feel?” Don could feel Colby suppress an exasperated sigh; he bet that David would have asked him the same question already.
“I’m fine Don. Really,” Colby added toying with the bottle.
Don run a hand through his hair. Of course Colby would say that, he thought. He wanted to shake him until he cracked. Don knew best how it was to kill somebody, even if it was a job requirement nobody would take it lightly, nobody would want it. Colby would be no exception.
He took a side glance taking in Colby’s demeanor and appearance. He looked a good shade paler and occupied himself with playing with the bottle while he stared a hole in the asphalt. Don suspected that his hands would shake, if he hadn’t had the bottle.
“You did good in there,” he said to reassure him. Colby just grunted and Don suppressed to sigh himself.
“Don’t worry about the IA. It was the right thing to do, if you hadn’t take that shot someone else would have.” He padded Colby on the back.
Colby nodded. “I just hope he’s our guy.”
“We’ll see Colby. We’ll see.”
Chapter three: Changes >>>
Author:anuminis
Beta: un-betaed
Rating: R for violent and cruel images
Pairing/Characters: pre-slash Colby/Don, David, Nikki, Liz, Charlie
Length: 2.821words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: A series of murders shocks L.A. and brings the team to the brink of abyss of the human mind.
Note: Sorry that it took me so long but I'm still working on this fic and rest assure that chapter 3 is half finished whiles chapter 4 is already finished o.O" so I hope the next update won't take me so long.
<<< Chapter one - Prelude: Before the Storm
Death is certain
Violence is man re-creating himself.
-Albert Einstein
Chapter two - A history of violence
Colby groaned and cracks his neck as he leaned back in his chair. What a way to start a day, he thought and looked at his flickering screen. He closed his eyes in disgust.
Coffee and something to eat, he thought to himself that would distract him for a few minutes. Though he doubted that he could actually eat anything after all he’d seen so far.
“This world is sick,” he muttered and rubbed his eyes.
“You’re telling me!”
Colby jumped as he heard David’s reply. He was so tired that he hadn’t even noticed his return.
“Found something?”
Colby’s head snapped towards Don who walked past him on his way to his own desk.
“Sick and disgusting things that’ll last me for a lifetime,” he answered.
“Is it connected to our case?” Don leaned exhausted against Colby’s bullpen.
Colby shrugged. “If cruel and senseless acts of violence against dogs means so, then we have a problem.”
Don hung his head. “Anyone want coffee?”
“Me.” David raised his hand.
“I could use one,” Colby said scrolling his screen down so he wouldn’t see the bloody picture of the dead dog.
“’Kay” And with that Don made his way to the break room.
***
Don sighed as he walked towards the break room. He was tired and already sick of this case and judging by the hard lines around Colby’s eyes the younger agent felt the same.
No wonder, Don thought; seeing all those cruel images would get to everyone - everyone sane that is.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit Don and he thank who ever put it on. He inhaled deeply. God he wouldn’t know what to do with himself without the black liquid.
Grabbing three paper cups Don filled them and added some sugar for himself and Colby and milk for David. Wrenching them artistically between his hands he returned to the bullpens.
***
Colby turned towards David happy for any distraction. “So found something?”
“A headache,” commented David and rubbed his temple to emphasize it.
“You can say that,” Colby answered and gave David a lopsided grin. He could hear David hack away on his keyboard, but he waited patiently for him to answer.
David shook his head and cursed silently before he turned towards Colby. But before he could say anything Don returned with three cups of coffee wrenched between his hands. He offered the foremost to Colby who took it gratefully. Then he held one cup for David and indicated with his head towards the war room.
“You can tell us all,” he said. “Detective Simmons and his partner have arrived.” David nodded; he and Colby followed Don into the room where Nikki and Liz had setup photographs and reports from both cases. Detective Simmons and the other Detective stood in front of one of the tables waiting for them.
“Detectives,” Don greeted them. David and Colby nodded they heads.
Colby took a sip from his coffee to distract himself from the gruesome pictures, he didn’t know why they affected him so much, but it unnerved him. The hollow eyes of the dog flashed before him and he shuddered.
He took another sip and found to his surprise that the coffee was just the way he liked it; he glanced at Don who sipped his own coffee looking at the plasma screen.
“Okay,” he suddenly started and Colby jumped a little bit. Don looked at Detective Simmons who nodded and started to fill them all in.
Colby frowned as he listened to what the Detective had to say.
According to him the first murder had taken place in Tarzana the community right next to Encino. The murdered couple, the Langstons, had been found in their house, stabbed to death; the dog had been killed too and was badly mutilated.
Unlike the recent victims the dog and the bodies were found in separate places of the house.
There had been signs of forced entry, the backdoor was broken and some jewels and cash had been stolen. West Valley PD invested it as a B&E, but looked also into a possible homicide. The family background had been checked and all associated, too. Nothing came off of it and the fingerprints and DNA samples that had been collected at the crime scene showed no result. The culprit hadn’t been in the system. It became an unsolved case like so many others - until now.
“The moment I entered the house I knew that it was the same guy,” Simmons said. “Call it a hunch, but the way that dog was mutilated ringed my alarm bells.”
Again Colby saw the skull flash before his inner eye, he couldn’t help but shudder. His coffee was long gone and he missed the warmth that it had given him.
Simmons continued his story, he now told how the O’Sullivans had been discovered and that it had been pure luck that they had, because the O’Sullivans had been planning on going to Las Vegas for a vacation and weren’t expected back for 2 weeks. A neighbor wanted to bring back a baking dish before the O’Sullivans left and so she discovered them after ringing the bell for several times finding the absent bark of the dog suspicious, because the light was still on.
“When was that exactly,” Colby interrupted.
“Around 10 pm. Miss Henderson said she promised to give the backing dish back before they leave, but she had problems at work and stayed late. She didn’t want to disturb them knowing that they wanted to leave early, but she saw that the light was still on and so she decided to give it back though it was already that late.” Colby nodded and Simmons went on.
“The ME’s preliminary estimate of TOD was 6 hours ago. This means 4 pm.”
“And nobody saw anything?” Colby asked incredulous.
“No not really.” Nikki said. “Nothing suspicious aside from the usual - postman, plumbers, craftsmen, cable guys.”
“We’re checking into them right now.” Detective Rubers said. It was the first time the second Detective spoke up.
“There was one neighbor, Miss Fredrick, who said she saw a rusty old van parked two streets away. She said that she had never seen it before. Other neighbors confirmed this. However, no one remembered the license plate but it was registered in Long Beach. We put a BOLO on it,” Rubers continued.
The team nodded, they knew that it would take a while before they would get a result out of that.
“Liz did you find anything the police might have overseen,” Don asked with a apologetic look at the two officers. Liz pushed herself into a standing position.
“I’ve been through the files two times, but haven’t found anything that would help us right now,” she said. Don raised an eyebrow. “But I can go check them again,” she continued and left the war room.
“David, Nikki anything to add to what the Detectives had to say?” Don trained his eyes on both his agent. David shook his head and Nikki glared at Don, as if she’d done something wrong and was punished by him.
“Nobody saw or heard anything,” David said. “It’s like we’re hunting a ghost.” He rubbed his temple. “I go and help Liz, LAPD is covering the rest right now. “ He looked at the Detectives who nodded.
“Should we call Charlie? Maybe he can do some of his hocus-pocus?” Nikki looked at Don, at that moment the cell of Detective Simmons ringed.
“Simmons,” the Detective said as he answered his phone; everyone looked at him.
“Yes, yes. I got that. Yeah thanks. Bye.” He snapped his phone shut and looked towards Don.
“Long Beach PD has spotted the van, it pretty much fits the description it has a sticker on his bumper one of the neighbor remembered seeing. The license plate is,” he grimaced. “GOV SUX. Don’t know why people couldn’t remember that,” he said sarcastically.
While Detective Simmons talked to Don, Colby had sat himself at one of the computers and tipped in the registration. The machine searched a few seconds before it spit out a name. Colby pressed a button to bring it up on the main plasma.
“The vans registered to a Clive Owens, 39 resident in Molino Ave 3, Long Beach. He is a proud owner of a long police record,” Colby said sarcastically bringing said record up on the plasma.
“Multiple charges for assault, illegal possession of firearms and drugs, dealing with drugs.” Don whistled. “He’s been in and out of prison for the last 20 years. Spend 5 years in California State Prison for assault with a knife. That’s interesting.”
“With that history of violence, it would be easy to commit a murder like that,” Nikki stated. Everybody thought the same.
“I want a dossier on him, everything from where he went to school to what kind of bubble gum flavor he likes. ASAP.” Nikki nodded and headed out to her desk to get started.
“If we’re lucky this is our guy,” Don said, but Colby doubted it, they were never that lucky.
“Colby go through the records, see if Owens is connected to one of your cases.”
Colby just nodded and resign himself to his gruesome task.
The next couple of hours crept slowly by and by the time Nikki had gathered all she could get on Owens, Colby was ready to shoot somebody. Don supplied him with coffee though, but every time Colby wanted to thank him he’d already left.
As Nikki talked about what she’d found it became clearer and clearer that Owens had a controlling issue and a slightly psychopathic tendency. He was a ticking time bomb and even if he hadn’t committed these horrific murders, he defiantly had something to hide.
“Vice is onto him but they couldn’t find anything that would stick on him. They say we should be careful he’s as paranoid as brutal. Word is out on the street that he operates mutable illegal drug labs and other establishments of questionable reputations,” Simmons said. “It’s been said that he runs a fight club where he frequently beats the hell out of other guys for his own pleasure and money.”
Robin entered at that moment waving a white sheet in her right hand.
“I have the arrest warrant you wanted. The judge agreed that this Owens is shady and his van puts him at the crime scene.” She smiled as she stepped near Don. Don snatched the paper out of her hand taking a closer look, blind for her seductive smile she was directing at him.
“Okay people gear up we’ll take this guy in for questioning and to search his house and car.”
Everybody scrambled to their feet. Don addressed Simmons. “LAPD has the lead on this we’re only supporting you.” Simmons nodded. “I call SWAT.”
Colby was on his way out, wanting to get out of the room as soon as possible, he didn’t know why but he didn’t like seeing Don and Robin together; especially when Robin had her lovy dovy eyes on display.
“Hey honey, got yourself another though case.” He heard before he was out of ear shot.
He didn’t saw or heard Don’s reply; he didn’t care or that was what he said to himself. His heart arched and he hated it, not knowing why.
***
An hour later Colby found himself in full gear kneeling behind a hydrangea on Owens backyard the blossoms where in full bloom and emitted a sweet smell that drew any kind of insects to it.
Colby drove a bussing fly away with his left hand, watching Don on the other side of the yard and listening to what he said over his earphone.
“Infrared shows activity in the house. Two people in the upper floor one downstairs. We move when SWAT is ready.”
“Understood,” Colby said in his micro listening for David’s affirmation. He surveyed his surroundings again, running the operational plan through his head. The crackling of the radio snapped him to attention.
“LAPD in position. FBI?”
“We’re clear,” came Don’s voice.
“Flash bangs being thrown in 3…2…1.”
The clatter of broken glass could be heard, then a loud bang shocking the house to its core. Smoke blew out of the shattered windows cycling up into the blue sky.
“LAPD!” Was shouted, as the SWAT team entered the house in efficient movements.
Colby had sprung into action the moment the flash bangs had detonated. He kicked the back door in Don and David at his heels their M4 at the ready. Together they swarmed the premises, their flashlights cut thru the swirling smoke, shouting “Clear” if the room was unoccupied.
Colby threw a culprit to the ground as the fleeing man tried to escape the smoke and the SWAT team; he pointed his own UMP at him steadily.
“Don’t move,“ he said in a commanding voice. The guy froze and whimpered seeing the determination in Colby’s eyes.
Meanwhile Don and David had made it to the upper floor where the other two suspects had been located.
By the time Colby had handcuffed the guy SWAT came back down with the two men one of them Clive Owens who locked more them pissed.
Colby watched the man warily; he was cuffed behind his back but was still fighting the resistance. He was sweating like a bull one vein on his forehead throbbing profoundly. Don and David walked behind him and the other guy who looked like he might faint.
One of the SWAT officers gave Colby a thumps up and then all hell break loose.
With a sheer inhuman strength Owens blew of the cuffs freeing his hands and throwing both SWAT officers against the walls in the same movement. He grabbed the Sig of one them and took one officer hostage holding the man in a vicious choke hold.
“You’ll never get me!” Owens screamed turning frantically around, the unconscious officer flew around like a rag doll.
Don and David who had been thrown off by one of the SWAT officers where momentarily stunned not able to react to anything that happened before them.
Without any warning Owens started to shoot. The body of one of the bad guys flew lifeless to the ground and Colby ducked his head instinctively he had his Glock out trying to get a clear shot at Owens.
As Owens pointed the gun at Don Colby had only seconds to decide. A single shot ripped through the chaos and Owens dropped dead on the floor a 9mm hole in the back of his head.
Seconds passed before everything that had happened sunk in, Colby shifted closer to Owens dead body, only a light tremor shock is pointed gun. He kicked the Sig away from Owens then looked at Don for reassurance.
Before Don could say anything SWAT officers swarmed in from all around them.
“What happened,” Officer Brown wanted to know as he took the sight before him in.
“He broke free,” Don said as he scrambled into a standing position. “Knocked us all out, took one of you as hostage,” He nodded at the unconscious Officer that was now attended by one of his colleagues. Don watched Colby as he put back his Glock and left.
***
Don found Colby sitting on the curbside in front of the house. It had taken quite some time to get everything necessary moving, but now he needed to talk to his agent. He would have gone directly after him hadn’t Brown insisted to talk to him.
”Here,” he said as he sat next to him holding a bottle of water. Colby gave him a side glance but took it without question.
“How do you feel?” Don could feel Colby suppress an exasperated sigh; he bet that David would have asked him the same question already.
“I’m fine Don. Really,” Colby added toying with the bottle.
Don run a hand through his hair. Of course Colby would say that, he thought. He wanted to shake him until he cracked. Don knew best how it was to kill somebody, even if it was a job requirement nobody would take it lightly, nobody would want it. Colby would be no exception.
He took a side glance taking in Colby’s demeanor and appearance. He looked a good shade paler and occupied himself with playing with the bottle while he stared a hole in the asphalt. Don suspected that his hands would shake, if he hadn’t had the bottle.
“You did good in there,” he said to reassure him. Colby just grunted and Don suppressed to sigh himself.
“Don’t worry about the IA. It was the right thing to do, if you hadn’t take that shot someone else would have.” He padded Colby on the back.
Colby nodded. “I just hope he’s our guy.”
“We’ll see Colby. We’ll see.”
Chapter three: Changes >>>