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Who is the traitor
The ts detectve
The hunt for a traitor by dmt1967
 Category:  Mystery and Crime Fiction
  Posted: July 9, 2012      Views: 659
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I live in Chessington which is in England and I love to write, I hope to make a carreer out of this if im good enough.

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Jet the ts detective is on the trail of a traitor who killed her wife Helen they have found out its one of the team

Ben pulled over and parked the car. My hands trembled as I opened the diary, there were quite a few names in it, but I was only interested in one of them, the traitor and the murderer of Helen.

The name was in there, in big red capital letters, but I still had to read it twice. It was not possible; I couldn’t believe it, not him. Shock must have been written all over my face as Ben’s face was full of worry.

“What’s the matter?” He asked. “Who is it?”

I handed him the book, to stun to speak, he looked at the name and froze with shock. Then his face turned from shock to anger.

“I knew it!” He thundered.” How could he?”

Even though it was bad for me, it must have been worse seeing that name written in the book for Ben. I had only been working in the team for a few short days; Ben had worked with this team for two years. They were his family, his friends, and his life. To be betrayed by one of your own was the worst thing ever.

A thought struck both of us then.

“TEL!” We both yelled.

Ben started the car, pulled out of the parking space, and stepped on the gas-hard.  We drove there at breakneck speed, weaving in and out of traffic at an alarming rate.

We got back to the airport in record speed, and oddly enough, alive. With a squeal of the tyres, we pulled up outside the hanger, where we had stored the helicopter and jumped out of the car. Each of us withdrew our guns from our holster, and released the safety catch, in case there was trouble.

Ben was the first to spot the two men, standing by the helicopter, talking. They didn’t see us until we were standing in front of them; our guns stretched out in front of us, and pointed at them.

“What’s going on?” They both blustered in unison.

“Move,” Ben commanded. “We know who the traitor is?”

“Who is it then?” both men said, an impatient look forming on their faces.

“It’s Jason.” Ben accused.

“What!” Jason yelped. “Don’t be absurd. I’m not a traitor.”

“Drop your weapon on the ground and take a step back, NOW,” Ben ordered.

Jason sighed; he undid his holster and made to take his gun out. Ben waited for him to drop it, but instead of dropping it, he stepped behind Tel. Using Tel as a shield, he pushed the gun into Tel’s back.

“I tell you what,” he snarled, “why don’t you put your gun down and let me walk out of here; I think that’s a far better plan than yours.”

Ben didn’t move, his gun still pointing at Jason.

“Give it up, Jason.” He demanded.

He held Tel close and used him as a human shield, he backed away towards the exit door, Ben and I followed at a steady pace, our guns still at the ready. Ben was the nearest to him suddenly, without any warning, he gave Tel an almighty shove, and catapulted him into Ben with such force that they both collapsed. It happened so fast I didn’t have time to react, and before I knew what was happening, Tel had disappeared through the door.

I sprung out of my daze, just in time to see him disappear into the hanger opposite. Running after him, in hot pursuit, I heard Tel and Ben close behind me. As we entered the hanger, I saw it was filled with old machinery and engines not in use. It was a good place to hide and ambush someone, I thought.

Ben indicated, for me to go left, and Tel to go right. Holding his gun out in front of him, he made to go down the middle of the hangar. Jason was trapped; there was no escape, unless he got to the exit door and freedom.

We fanned out, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, hiding. I was the first to see him; he was making a dash for the exit door.

Gun at the ready, I chased after him. He had just reached the door and was almost through it, when he did a funny thing, he stopped and turned round.

He pointed his gun and I went into a roll for fear of being shot, coming back up almost immediately, and shot from the hip. I must have missed, because before I had a chance to blink, Jason was out of the door and gone. Looking around I saw Tel on the floor, blood sprouting out of a hole in his chest. Ben was bent over him, as he tried to stop the flow, but failing. Tel was whispering something to Ben, he nodded.

“Stay with Tel,” he yelled, “I’m going to phone for the ambulance.”

I walked over to Tel and took over from Ben, who walked outside to make his call. I presumed that was because there was no signal in the hanger.

Tel convulsed a few times, a small trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth, and then he was gone.

I just stood there, and looked down at him, reflecting on the circumstances that surrounded his death, when Ben came back.

“The ambulance will be here in a minute,” He muttered.

“It’s too late,” I said, choking back the tears, “he’s gone.”

“I think you shot Jason,” Ben whispered, “there’s blood on the floor, by the door.”

I nodded, not really caring at that precise moment, my thoughts filled with Tel. Although I hadn’t known him long, I had formed a strong bond with him and his needless death had upset me greatly. There was something else nagging away at me, Jason had not fired at me, although I was his immediate threat, why? He had aimed and fired at Tel. Tel could not have shot him, I was in the way, the only person that was in danger of being shot by Tel was me.

I then had another memory stir in my brain, I turned to Ben.

“What did Tel whisper to you before he died?” I asked.

“Nothing.” Ben muttered, looking everywhere but at me.

I looked at Ben and every bone in my body told me he was lying.  


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