Post by Justin Taylor on Jun 17, 2012 18:33:56 GMT -5
The moon filled the night sky, it's pale light helping to steal some of the world from the cover of darkness. It could be said that it was a beautiful night and yet Justin found himself stalking the steel roof of an old warehouse, based off a tip he got from a Criminal Informant. He was well aware of the noise his weight shifting on the roof would make, but in his defence to the best of his knowledge the place was either going to be empty or have two small time crooks in it. Of course when he peered in the skylight, he got a glimpse of what was truly inside the building. At least 8 heavily armed men were guarding the traditional entrances and at first glance, he would have said they were cartel, maybe Colombian. His first reaction was to call in for back up, there was no way he was entering that place without S.W.A.T at his back, anything less than a full on tactical assault was suicide.
His initial call on the radio had been met with scepticism and one desk jockey even questioned if it was Taylor on the radio. Needless to say a few threats later and he was put through to the higher ups and called in the situation as best he could see it. Heavily armed men, unmarked crates and two trucks, it could be anything inside those crates and he knew he would have to get a closer look. He peered through the window once more but he still had no luck in seeing anything, his scouting had been fruitless he would have to wait until the raid to quell his curiosity. He could see the trucks off in the distance, it would be at least 20 minutes before back up arrived. He decided it would be in his best interest to get down off the roof before he attracted any unwanted attention and so proceeded to walk along the tin surface, everything was fine until a metallic cracking sound rang out below him. He felt his feet slide as the sheet gave way, his blood rushed through his veins as the reality dawned on him just in time for his back to slam against the metal flooring beneath him. The thunderous roar of the impact reverberated throughout the metallic warehouse drawing the attention of everyman in the place, just what he needed.
The pain surging through his frame was immense, the only thing that outweighed it was the adrenaline that allowed him to clamber to his feet. His eyes scanned the room and he realised he had landed in a small room, an office of sorts, it was more than likely used to store paperwork. Somehow he made it to the door and managed to lock it, not that it would hold them for very long but it was instinctual. There was no way this was going to end peacefully, he was a detective who just happened to be stalking on their roof and none of them seemed particularly friendly and their transactions certainly weren't legal. He could hear the thumping of feet hitting the stairs, they were on their way up to him, it was time to do or die. He pushed a filing cabinet over in front of the door, it would at least slow their progress when they attempted breaching the room. He had fallen at least 15 feet, there was no way he was making it back onto the roof and his radio seemed to be busted, basically he was fucked.
Before he could gather his thoughts and construct a plan that didn't require mass amounts of gun fire, they were on him. At least two of the thugs were bashing on the barricaded door, he knew that the hinges would give in eventually and they'd break through to him. His heart began to race, viciously pumping the blood through his veins as the endorphins rushed to his brain, the adrenaline was kicking in, there wasn't time for a clever plan only time for action. The first man through the door was holding a pistol, it looked like a berretta but he hadn't the time to examine it before he moved. His fist collided with the man's jaw, catching him unawares and knocking him to the floor. The pistol spilled across the tiles as the second man moved in behind him, he was much larger than the first and immediately grabbed Justin's throat. He could feel the large paw cutting off his circulation, his hand reached out at first to try and stop the assault but he was helpless in that respect. Almost instinctively his foot crashed upwards catching the larger man between the legs, sending him crashing to the floor beside his colleague.
The brawl had only drawn more attention to his location and the fact that the two men were now down and not answering their bosses calls. He could only hope that they were close now, or at least close enough that they would hear. He lifted the pistol from the floor and shot into the air, the metal shards flying through the hole in the roof. "NYPD, hold your fire." He knew the call was almost useless, immediately two of the men unleashed a hail of bullets, each metallic fragment aimed at the little room. Justin hit the floor immediately, then he heard the sweat release of sirens, the squad cars must have been racing towards them now, multiple gun shots informing them of the severity of the situation. He popped his head out for a second only to see another set of men making their way towards him, carrying automatic weapons, what the hell had he gotten himself into? He leaned into the door way, this time his pistol was clasped in his hands and he unleashed four rounds before tucking back in. There was no way to be sure how much damage he did, but the groans emanating from outside told him he hit them.
The S.W.A.T team breached from both sides immediately, the warehouse was now awash with the sound of gun fire. Justin stepped out with his badge visible and announced himself, kicking the weapons away from the two men on the walkway. One of them had died, taking two bullets to the chest whilst the other had one in his stomach and the other lodged in his arm. The breach team had taken care of the rest, he could only hope that whatever was in the truck was worth the hassle. Procedure dictated that he be checked out by the on scene medical team, he had a few bruises here and there, nothing major, the fall hadn't broken any of his bones luckily enough. The night hadn't turned out to be half as bad as it had promised, hell he still had time for a beer or two before he slept. Suddenly a searing red hot pain was ripping through his abdomen, he felt himself drop to his knees as the shot rang through his ears. Everything was spinning, he tried to look down but everything turned black. Fragments of light, fleeting moments really, nothing substantial, voices murmuring about getting him to the hospital, then the morphine kicked in and with it the sweet release of sleep.
His initial call on the radio had been met with scepticism and one desk jockey even questioned if it was Taylor on the radio. Needless to say a few threats later and he was put through to the higher ups and called in the situation as best he could see it. Heavily armed men, unmarked crates and two trucks, it could be anything inside those crates and he knew he would have to get a closer look. He peered through the window once more but he still had no luck in seeing anything, his scouting had been fruitless he would have to wait until the raid to quell his curiosity. He could see the trucks off in the distance, it would be at least 20 minutes before back up arrived. He decided it would be in his best interest to get down off the roof before he attracted any unwanted attention and so proceeded to walk along the tin surface, everything was fine until a metallic cracking sound rang out below him. He felt his feet slide as the sheet gave way, his blood rushed through his veins as the reality dawned on him just in time for his back to slam against the metal flooring beneath him. The thunderous roar of the impact reverberated throughout the metallic warehouse drawing the attention of everyman in the place, just what he needed.
The pain surging through his frame was immense, the only thing that outweighed it was the adrenaline that allowed him to clamber to his feet. His eyes scanned the room and he realised he had landed in a small room, an office of sorts, it was more than likely used to store paperwork. Somehow he made it to the door and managed to lock it, not that it would hold them for very long but it was instinctual. There was no way this was going to end peacefully, he was a detective who just happened to be stalking on their roof and none of them seemed particularly friendly and their transactions certainly weren't legal. He could hear the thumping of feet hitting the stairs, they were on their way up to him, it was time to do or die. He pushed a filing cabinet over in front of the door, it would at least slow their progress when they attempted breaching the room. He had fallen at least 15 feet, there was no way he was making it back onto the roof and his radio seemed to be busted, basically he was fucked.
Before he could gather his thoughts and construct a plan that didn't require mass amounts of gun fire, they were on him. At least two of the thugs were bashing on the barricaded door, he knew that the hinges would give in eventually and they'd break through to him. His heart began to race, viciously pumping the blood through his veins as the endorphins rushed to his brain, the adrenaline was kicking in, there wasn't time for a clever plan only time for action. The first man through the door was holding a pistol, it looked like a berretta but he hadn't the time to examine it before he moved. His fist collided with the man's jaw, catching him unawares and knocking him to the floor. The pistol spilled across the tiles as the second man moved in behind him, he was much larger than the first and immediately grabbed Justin's throat. He could feel the large paw cutting off his circulation, his hand reached out at first to try and stop the assault but he was helpless in that respect. Almost instinctively his foot crashed upwards catching the larger man between the legs, sending him crashing to the floor beside his colleague.
The brawl had only drawn more attention to his location and the fact that the two men were now down and not answering their bosses calls. He could only hope that they were close now, or at least close enough that they would hear. He lifted the pistol from the floor and shot into the air, the metal shards flying through the hole in the roof. "NYPD, hold your fire." He knew the call was almost useless, immediately two of the men unleashed a hail of bullets, each metallic fragment aimed at the little room. Justin hit the floor immediately, then he heard the sweat release of sirens, the squad cars must have been racing towards them now, multiple gun shots informing them of the severity of the situation. He popped his head out for a second only to see another set of men making their way towards him, carrying automatic weapons, what the hell had he gotten himself into? He leaned into the door way, this time his pistol was clasped in his hands and he unleashed four rounds before tucking back in. There was no way to be sure how much damage he did, but the groans emanating from outside told him he hit them.
The S.W.A.T team breached from both sides immediately, the warehouse was now awash with the sound of gun fire. Justin stepped out with his badge visible and announced himself, kicking the weapons away from the two men on the walkway. One of them had died, taking two bullets to the chest whilst the other had one in his stomach and the other lodged in his arm. The breach team had taken care of the rest, he could only hope that whatever was in the truck was worth the hassle. Procedure dictated that he be checked out by the on scene medical team, he had a few bruises here and there, nothing major, the fall hadn't broken any of his bones luckily enough. The night hadn't turned out to be half as bad as it had promised, hell he still had time for a beer or two before he slept. Suddenly a searing red hot pain was ripping through his abdomen, he felt himself drop to his knees as the shot rang through his ears. Everything was spinning, he tried to look down but everything turned black. Fragments of light, fleeting moments really, nothing substantial, voices murmuring about getting him to the hospital, then the morphine kicked in and with it the sweet release of sleep.
