causes delusions; we used it in the CIA to confuse enemies on the battlefield. After exposure to the gas occurs, the brain begins to lose memory; false memories will begin to develop in the victims’ minds, and in 24 hours when the effects of the gas wear off, the police will have no memory of what happened.”
“Ingenious. That will save us from heat,” Jackie said.
“And I won’t have to deal with bullshit either,” said Michael.
“They’ll still have the tapes stored in the evidence room,” said Serena.
“That I’ll leave to you; you’re a professional thief, it’s what you do best. In return I’ll compensate you both with a portion of the payment I receive on my next contract,” Michael offered.
“I’ll do it then,” agreed Jackie. “Serena, you may be useful for the organization, from what Michael has told me about your background. Are you interested?”
“I’m in as long as I’m provided twenty percent,” replied Serena.
“You do this one thing right and you’re in.”
On the other side of town in the main hospital, Commissioner Hamilton looked through the observation window as the doctor finished stitching the cuts and bruises on Frank’s face. Jack was in the same room, resting. After finishing, the doctor met with the commissioner in the hall.
“How are they, doctor?” she asked.
“Detective Watson will be here for a few days. He acquired mild trauma to left side of his brain, but his concussion should be healed in a week. He will be able to return to active duty afterwards,” said the doctor.
“What about Jack Harris?”
“Unfortunately, Detective Harris will be here for a while. The crash caused five broken ribs. It also raised his blood pressure from all the excitement. He suffered a severe stroke when he arrived at the hospital. He is stable now, but I strongly recommend retirement when he is discharged. If he were to have another attack, he might not make it,” said the doctor.
“I’ll bring in his papers when Jack is well. Poor old-timer, it’s going to break him to pieces,” said Commissioner Hamilton.
Back at Jackie’s apartment complex, Michael and the others gathered the tools they needed for the job. Putting a large footlocker on Jackie’s favorite oak table, Jackie opened it, seeing all the necessary equipment, consisting of chain cutters, acetylene torches, electric drills, security device scramblers, two sets of facemasks, and a few pairs of black gloves. Michael peeked over to take a look.
“Perfect. Let’s head to my place; we’ll pick up the other stuff there,” said Michael. After arriving at Michael’s pad, Michael crouched down in the den and opened a small tile on the floor, pulling up a black case filled with gas tank grenades, a set of flare sticks, and a pair of pistols with silencers.
“We used this stuff to brainwash witnesses when doing interrogations. Too bad it got banned,” said Michael.
“It doesn’t matter, as long as we get the job done,” said Jackie.
“Don’t worry about pulling pins. I rigged these babies with a timer on each one; we’ll set them all off at once by remote control. Take these portable radios.” Michael tossed Serena and Jackie each a pistol and some clips. “Just in case. Don’t worry, it’s not loaded. Serena baby, grab me a few gas masks from the trunk in the closet, would you please.” Michael pointed her to the iron closet. “Here you go,” said Serena, handing Michael the gas masks.
“Good, let’s go to work,” said Jackie as they headed out the door to his van, carrying the equipment. It was 8 pm and the building was being filled with a string of officers arriving for the evening shift; it was business as usual. However, underneath the station in the abandoned subway tunnel, different things were brewing.
Serena and Jackie began to burn through the sealed service hatch while Michael opened the roof service hatch and began crawling through the ventilation systems to set up the
“Ingenious. That will save us from heat,” Jackie said.
“And I won’t have to deal with bullshit either,” said Michael.
“They’ll still have the tapes stored in the evidence room,” said Serena.
“That I’ll leave to you; you’re a professional thief, it’s what you do best. In return I’ll compensate you both with a portion of the payment I receive on my next contract,” Michael offered.
“I’ll do it then,” agreed Jackie. “Serena, you may be useful for the organization, from what Michael has told me about your background. Are you interested?”
“I’m in as long as I’m provided twenty percent,” replied Serena.
“You do this one thing right and you’re in.”
On the other side of town in the main hospital, Commissioner Hamilton looked through the observation window as the doctor finished stitching the cuts and bruises on Frank’s face. Jack was in the same room, resting. After finishing, the doctor met with the commissioner in the hall.
“How are they, doctor?” she asked.
“Detective Watson will be here for a few days. He acquired mild trauma to left side of his brain, but his concussion should be healed in a week. He will be able to return to active duty afterwards,” said the doctor.
“What about Jack Harris?”
“Unfortunately, Detective Harris will be here for a while. The crash caused five broken ribs. It also raised his blood pressure from all the excitement. He suffered a severe stroke when he arrived at the hospital. He is stable now, but I strongly recommend retirement when he is discharged. If he were to have another attack, he might not make it,” said the doctor.
“I’ll bring in his papers when Jack is well. Poor old-timer, it’s going to break him to pieces,” said Commissioner Hamilton.
Back at Jackie’s apartment complex, Michael and the others gathered the tools they needed for the job. Putting a large footlocker on Jackie’s favorite oak table, Jackie opened it, seeing all the necessary equipment, consisting of chain cutters, acetylene torches, electric drills, security device scramblers, two sets of facemasks, and a few pairs of black gloves. Michael peeked over to take a look.
“Perfect. Let’s head to my place; we’ll pick up the other stuff there,” said Michael. After arriving at Michael’s pad, Michael crouched down in the den and opened a small tile on the floor, pulling up a black case filled with gas tank grenades, a set of flare sticks, and a pair of pistols with silencers.
“We used this stuff to brainwash witnesses when doing interrogations. Too bad it got banned,” said Michael.
“It doesn’t matter, as long as we get the job done,” said Jackie.
“Don’t worry about pulling pins. I rigged these babies with a timer on each one; we’ll set them all off at once by remote control. Take these portable radios.” Michael tossed Serena and Jackie each a pistol and some clips. “Just in case. Don’t worry, it’s not loaded. Serena baby, grab me a few gas masks from the trunk in the closet, would you please.” Michael pointed her to the iron closet. “Here you go,” said Serena, handing Michael the gas masks.
“Good, let’s go to work,” said Jackie as they headed out the door to his van, carrying the equipment. It was 8 pm and the building was being filled with a string of officers arriving for the evening shift; it was business as usual. However, underneath the station in the abandoned subway tunnel, different things were brewing.
Serena and Jackie began to burn through the sealed service hatch while Michael opened the roof service hatch and began crawling through the ventilation systems to set up the
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