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A gun fight
The ts detectve
The shoot-out by dmt1967
 Category:  Mystery and Crime Fiction
  Posted: July 14, 2012      Views: 633
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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 hunt for her ex wife's killer her ex wife was a spy and her whole team was traitors so it seemed she has just killed her exes partner now for The Boss

I pulled up outside headquarters, parked the car, and walked into the building. The receptionist looked up from her desk and smiled. The smile soon dropped when she saw the sight of me, well there was blood on my clothes, sweat poured off me, and dust covered my whole body.

 I walked to the desk hard. My arm had started to hurt from the bullet wound, and there was a pain all down my left side.

“Can I see The Boss, please?”

I smiled.

She looked at me for a minute, the wheels turning in her head. She didn’t remember who I was, awkward.

“Is he expecting you?” the receptionist asked, looking at me with a distasteful look in her eyes.

“No,” I replied in my most benign voice, “but I was here yesterday.”

She looked at me, puzzled, wondering if I was telling the truth, then her face suddenly cleared.

“Certainly, Miss Cooper,” she said with a smile; let me inform him that you are here.”

“There’s no need for that, you can just buzz me in,” I muttered.

She reached under the table and pressed a button. The door opened, I walked through the door, and glanced at the receptionist; she was picking up the phone. There goes my element of surprise. My mind was focused on one thing now;

The Boss. Whatever the cost and safety to me, he was going to pay for the way he betrayed Helen, and bringing about her demise.

I walked up the flight of stairs and entered the department where the team was situated; I put my hand in my pocket and felt the cold, hard, metal in my hand. It was lucky that I was wearing my big double breasted jacket today. It was relatively easy to pull my gun out of my pocket and hide it under the big flappy jacket. The only thing pointing out was the tip of the barrel, but unless people looked closely, they couldn’t even see that. I felt a lot better with the gun in my hand as I walked to the office. I opened the door quietly, stepped in, and closed the door, just as quietly.

There was no one sat at the desk, I was just about to turn around, when I heard his cold voice in my ear and I felt the point of a gun in the groove of my back.

 “Hello Jet,” The Boss whispered, “give me the gun like a good girl and turns around real slow. I will shoot if I have to but I really don’t want to kill you in my office, I’ve just had this rug cleaned.”

There was nothing I could do but comply; he had the drop on me. How stupid you can get girl, I thought. It was obvious the receptionist phoned through, and warned him- yet you still walked in.

“So what now?” I asked, trying to think of some way to turn the tables.

“We are going for a little drive.”

He waved the gun in the direction of the door.

 “Move,” he commanded. “Don’t yell or do anything stupid.”

I moved towards the door. The Boss was right behind me, the gun hidden in his jacket pocket. I could have made a run for it, but there were so many people around, I didn’t want anyone else to die on my account. The Boss was not averse to killing his own team, as I had discovered with the murder of Helen and who knows how many others.

We were on the street by this time and walking rapidly to his car. He was walking beside me now, he was so close I could smell his stale breath and bad body odour; I don’t know how I stopped myself being sick.

I had to make my move soon, if we reached the car and got in my only hope of escape would be gone forever, and I might never get another chance.

While we walked a plan was beginning to hatch and by the time we reached the car I had worked it out in my head. It was risky, but it was my only real chance of getting out of this alive.

I was about to make my move, when….

“Drop it,” I heard someone shout from behind us, “or we will fire.”

The Boss turned around quickly to see where the voice had come from. Seeing my opportunity, I pushed into him, sending him flying into a parked car, his gun shot out of his hand. Picking up the gun I dived over a parked car, just in time, as I heard shots fire and The Boss hit the deck. Miraculously they only hit him in the leg, as he pulled out my gun from his pocket, dived behind another parked car and fired back.

He was pinned down but so was the person firing at him. I could see other law enforcement officers also firing but not the person who had started this standoff, he was hidden from view. If I ever got out of this alive, it would be down to them, they had saved my life for sure, and I hoped I would get a chance to thank them.

A sudden thought flashed into my head. Everyone was pinned down, but me. If I could get to the car parked behind The Boss, I could then get the drop on him and hopefully bring this shootout to an end.
I crouched down, made my way cautiously around the car, and tried not to make a noise, but I needn’t have worried. The Boss was too busy to wonder where I was.

When I got directly behind him, I stood up slightly, making sure I was protected from the bullets, the last thing I wanted was a stray bullet hitting me.

“Drop it,” I yelled, pointing the gun at him.

The boss stood up and shot in my direction, I dived for the ground and stayed there, waiting for him to shoot me dead.

When nothing happened, I ventured to look up. The Boss was lying face down in the dirt, pools of blood on the ground next to him and riddled with bullet holes all over his body.

I crawled my way across to the body, and looked down. I felt no sorrow or remorse for this guy lying on the ground, dead.

The only thing I could think of was Helen. Helen had trusted these guys. Her own team had gotten her killed. They might not have pulled the trigger, but they hadn’t stopped her from getting killed either. This man, her leader was every bit as guilty of her murder as the person who slit her throat.

“That’s for Helen,” I spat with utter contempt.

Standing up, I threw my gun over the car, it landed with a clatter on the ground,

“Don’t shoot, I’m coming out.” I yelled.

I stepped out from behind the car, the police moved cautiously towards me. Then all commotion broke loose, they handcuffed me, Went and checked on The Boss, and surrounded me in a circle.

“Release her at once, “a command came directly behind them.

They all turned, I couldn’t see who was talking as there were too many bodies in the way. I recognized the voice though; it was the first shooter, the one that had most probably saved my life.

“WHO MADE YOU BOSS,” the chief boomed.

The man, who I still couldn’t see, must have shown the chief his credentials.

“You heard the man,” the chief said in a change of voice. “Release her and snap to it.”

The chief took the handcuffs off me and walked over to The Bosses body, his offices following suit.

I rubbed my wrists.  My arm had started to hurt from the bullet wound.

“Hi Jet, how is your arm,” the man said in a jovial voice.

“It’s ok.”

The man must have called someone over, because next thing I knew there were a couple of hospital staff with bandages.

They quickly fixed my arm, and then dispersed.

I looked in the direction of the voice, and gasped in shock. There, stood directly in front of me was the blind man, but he didn’t have his dog and he defiantly wasn’t blind.

“There’s a coffee shop across the road,” he said, taking my good arm. “Let’s go and have a coffee and I will explain everything, promise.”

With that he gently steered me across the road and into the coffee shop, sat me down, and went to get the coffees


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