‘That’s right, keep looking. All of you should be working out our next plan, not sitting back here waiting for his god dam speech. Your voluntarily giving him what he wants, and that’s our attention. We should be half way to the insertion point by now, gearing up and putting some one on point, then breeching the building and taking out those scum bags.’

Chief Shaw leans into Frank.

‘I think it’s best if you go get some rest. You’re burning yourself out Frank. That won’t be good for any of us. ‘

‘You know what Chief, I’m leaving but it isn’t to get some rest, after all that’s all I’ve been doing since I’ve gotten here. I’m going to get the job done; I’m fed up of twiddling my thumbs waiting for something to happen.’

‘You leave here Frank then consider yourself off the case.’

Frank smiles at Chief Shaw and walks out of the control room.

‘I mean It Frank don’t you do anything stupid!’ Shaw shouts out loud trying to change franks now made up mind.  As Frank disappears out of the door, the room erupts into a low but audible bustling of gossip. DA Eddie Smith walks out of his office looking perplexed and curious to what is going on. He strides over to Chief Shaw who is looking nervously at the District Attorney.

‘You okay David?’ asks the DA

‘Frank McKenzie has gone on some vigilante justice spree or something to try and obtain the capture or kill of Connor and his team.’

‘What are you on about? We need to stop him from doing anything that would jeopardise the case’

‘It’s okay sir, we have a large amount of agents based just outside the M.I.T public relations building covering the whole perimeter, its impenetrable sir. No one is getting in or out without us knowing.’

‘That’s all good and well but you don’t know Frank. Once he gets something into his head, that’s it. He’s going to do it. I have known Frank for a very long time. The man is not only one of the most upright and straight-shooting person I know, he is also a killing machine.’

‘You’re also forgetting he is a man of the badge. I have known him long enough to know that the badge means everything to him.’ Says Chief Shaw

‘It’s the only thing he’s got since his family were killed, because of the badge.  Then you took it away from him. Now he has nothing to lose; Thanks to us.’ Says the DA

Shaw looks at Eddie Smith in contempt but holds back his tongue to not start another argument in the incident room. Plus Eddie is the DA and what Eddie says, no matter how provocative, Shaw must hold back.

A senior officer walks over to the DA and the Chief who look as if they are about to go at it tooth and nail.

‘Sorry to interrupt but Connor Chase has just gone Live’ says the officer

Chief Shaw and the DA follow the senior officer to the big screen TV where the rest of the team are standing watching the live broadcast that Chase is streaming. Eddie looks at the faces of the men that surround the TV. Each one of them anxious and intrigued to hear what Connor has to say next. Eddie had that same very look on his face as he zoned into the television screen.

‘Hello again, I’m not going to bother to reintroduce myself as I’m already aware of the fellowship I have on the web and the news. You’re probably sick of seeing me by now and rightfully so. After all I did ruin a sunny day in Boston by murdering a bunch of people and what not. But you, the people, the people of the United States of America need to realise my motivations behind this. I’m no barbarian that craves blood at the drop of a hatchet. I am a man with a mission and that mission is to make the world a better place! That’s right, I said world. My goal isn’t only to make the US a better place; it’s to make everywhere else an exact mirror image of our progress. I figure that shouldn’t be too hard considering the rest of the world always uses us as an example. Today I am going to test that theory; More on that later though.

In the mean time I am here to bring to light the corruptness of the so called protectors of this city. They are the same people that are tasked with capturing me and sentencing me to prison time or death. I am obviously talking about the Boston PD. They have been working their asses off trying to get a lead on me. The usual protocols are as follows: A man murders people, capture the man dead or alive within the boundaries and rules of the law. I am glad to say that they are sticking to this rule. Apart from the obvious fact that they have yet to capture me, but I have no doubt on whether they are capable. I know dam well that the police in this city are capable of arresting me. It’s just the odd few that worry me.

I am aware that the standard procedure with most attempted Capturing’s of a criminal is to do a psyche report on the said perp. I accept that and fully expect it. I’m just not comfortable with the idea that a detective can waste the tax payer’s money on talking to my former boss, and then have sexual relations with her on the same day of these testing times! I thought that the golden rule of police work was: NEVER FUCK A WITNESS. Well I know that’s probably inaccurate, seeing these filthy bastard pigs don’t have rules in the fear that when they break said rules, there would be consequences. I know the person who slept with Tasha my boss, well I know of him. Don’t get me wrong I’m not jealous of the guy nor do I wish she had slept with me. It’s just the simple principle that an officer of the law would be so consumed with finding me and my crew, who have disrupted such a sunny day, and then would still find time to bang a girl just because he could? That’s running a real bug risk! Having sex with the only witness and then watching her die at my hands because of his actions! Tasha would still be alive if she didn’t sleep with Frank McKenzie.’

Twenty Six

Nathan was staring into the eyes of the man who was shackled to the table now for about 15 minutes. He wasn’t sure what to do. He knew what was expected of him but he did not think that he could pull it off. The man was still unconscious due to the heavy backhand that he had received a mere quarter of an hour ago. Nathan did not have any smelling salts to wake the man up, nor did he want to wake the man up. The longer the prisoner was knocked out for the longer he had to figure this whole thing out. Nathan was standing across the room starring at the operating table where the man was laid out. He was leaning against the cold wall trying to shock himself into relevant thought. He was starting to panic at the thought of being found not doing anything. He was being made to torture the prisoner and if the guard walked in and found him lolly gagging then there would be consequences.

‘Think God dammit!’ Nathan mutters to himself.

At that moment the man on the table came to and started moaning in pain. He tried to sit up but was being restricted by the shackles around his arms and legs that held him firmly in place. Nathan shot across the room and confronted the prisoner. He put his hand on the prisoner’s shoulder which startled the man even more as he looked up at Nathan’s stern face.

‘Don’t hurt me!’ the man said.

Nathan tried to reassure the prisoner with a gentle rub on the shoulder.

‘Don’t worry. I’m here to help you. Everything is going to be fine as long as you give them what they want.’

The prisoner starts to cry in anguish.

‘I don’t know what they want! I haven’t done anything wrong. They picked me out from the hostages and knocked me out. The next thing I know I wake up here. And then they knock me out again. And now you’re here. So forgive me if I’m a bit sceptical of your promise that everything is going to be alright. I’m just fed up of being knocked out!’

‘I can assure you that I am not going to knock you out! Just give me your name.’