‘Look Mullins, the county is in a state of emergency. We have a psycho killer holding several hundred people hostage and the president was assassinated. All you can think of his how bad you have it. Just man up and do your damn Job.’

‘Believe me I am going to do my job. Don’t you worry about that.’

Eighty Six

‘I don’t want to hear that right now... You can’t be serious...Fuck sake!’ Screams Eddie as he slams the office phone down. Shaw looks on as Eddie pours himself another drink.

‘Are you alright Eddie?’

Eddie swigs his whisky back in one motion. He slams the empty glass down and looks at Shaw who’s sitting across him.

‘What does it look like?’ Says Eddie as he wipes his nose with his sleeve. His head is dripping with sweat as he pours himself yet another shot.

‘Don’t you think you need to slow down?’ Asks Chief Shaw

Eddie takes another swig, demolishing the contents of the crystal like glass.

‘Nope’

Shaw shakes his head as he stands up and makes his way to the door.

‘You need to pull yourself together; you’re the god dam DA. You can’t be drinking on the job like this. Plus you sound half cut. And you’re ringing Washington up in that state! You’re not going to achieve anything like that Eddie.’

Eddie pours himself another drink as he scornfully stares back at the Chief.

‘I’ll do what the hell I want when I want, you got me Chief Shaw?’

Eddie swigs another shot. The brown liquid hits his mouth hard, as it burst through the sides and dribbles onto his white shirt.

‘Oops’ Says Eddie sarcastically

‘Like I said, pull yourself together.’ Says Shaw as he makes his way out the door, slamming it behind him

Eighty Seven

Jason reaches the dark woman first. The train’s metal flooring creaks with every turn of the train. He looks down at the dark pregnant woman and then at the hooded man next to her. His eyes land squarely on the hooded man for a good few seconds. The man’s fists are clenched ready for attack. Jason smiles at the man and raises his hand high in the air. He swings it and lands a backhand firmly on the dark pregnant woman’s face. She hits the deck fast as the passengers watch on in horror. Jason laughs a prominent chuckle as the hooded man bolts up from the floor and tackles Jason to the ground. Jason’s head pings off the grated metal floor and clangs loud in the tin like cabin. Jason’s eyes widen as a fist makes its way towards his face, the hammering force hits him hard as his head ricochets back to the floor. The crowd cheer as the hooded man reigns down a fury of rights and lefts. He stands up and surveys his downed opponent. Jason’s vision focuses as he snaps his leg back and kicks the man’s right knee out. The sound of the man’s leg breaking is met by a torturous scream. Jason eases himself up and stands over the reeling man as he grabs his leg in agony. Jason pulls out his side arm 9mm and aims it straight at the man’s head.

‘I was wondering when you were going to make your move.’ Says Jason as he cocks the hammer back and fires one shot into the hooded man’s head, the fabric on the man’s black hood reddens as blood seeps out. Jason puts his gun away and turns to the other passengers.

‘Like I said, any one doesn’t do as I say, then its good night for them.’

He looks down at the pregnant women whose holding her face in pain. He kneels down in front of the terrified women and removes her gripping palm from her face, revealing a red bruise on her cheek. He looks deep into her brown eyes.

‘You’ll live.’ He says

He gets back up and grabs his AK47.

‘Now let’s get this party started!’

Eighty Eight

Frank is leaning against a brick wall as he surveys the traffic driving by. He looks to his right and sees the incident building in the far distance. He looks to his left and sees Boston’s skyline. His sight dwindles at the ground as he slouches down and sits on the pavement. His hands slide across the coarse pavement as he feels the cracks in the concrete. He looks at his right hand and spots an ant running across his finger. He remains seated for a long moment as he watches the cars drive by. Car by car his spirit drifts. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a new pill container. He sighs as he unscrews the child safe locked top. He peers in and sees an assortment of pills. He pours three into his palm and chucks them into his mouth. He swallows them dry. His face remains placid for a while as he drifts in and out of consciousness.

His vision goes black as he sees specs of light dance around in front of him. The haze of light remains vibrant as he relaxes in his designated spot. He can’t hear a single thing as he watches the white lights dance. He smiles as he sees the image of his wife. Her luscious blonde hair drapes down her slender shoulders as she blows him a kiss. Her white blouse glistens as the white lights bounce off her vibrant skin. A tear drops down his face as it casually rolls off his chin, hitting the floor with a splash. He swallows hard as the image of his wife in front of him is vaporised. A car horn beeps and springs him out of his daze. He looks around and sees its night time. He looks at his watch and sees he has been there for three whole hours. A woman walks by him just as he is about to get up. She flicks a nickel on the ground as she walks away. He looks at the nickel in confusion as he sticks his arms out in front of him. His clothes remain tattered and dirty.

He gets up and takes another deep breath in, wiping the lose tears away from his face. He looks to his left once again and sees Boston glisten in the moon light. He turns to see the incident room shadow his view on the right. He bends down and grabs the nickel. He flicks it a few times as he turns back towards Boston. He briskly walks down the pathway flicking the coin as he does so. He looks straight ahead, his sights firmly locked on the Boston horizon.

Eighty Nine

Chief Shaw looks on as the crowd of officer’s form around the TV. The big screen TV flickers from pitch black to a live stream. Connor Chase stands in the frame wearing his usual white Tux. This time he is sporting a different look on his face as he stares deeply into the camera. Shaw looks on in anticipation as Connor fiddles around with a microphone attached to his chest.

‘Well hello America. Here I am again, broadcasting live to you and the watching world. My video streams have gotten more unique views then any video in the history of the internet. Count your self’s lucky to be part of such an accomplishment. YouTube fame aside I’m here on some important business. This business that I’m talking about is the 28 amendment. Now I know I must sound like a broken record by now but surely you can understand the importance of this amendment. Let’s take today’s events for instance. It was through the gathering of information, or as the CIA likes to put it, intelligence, that the president was assassinated. The people who killed him knew he was coming. They knew how to get to him and they knew how to get away with it. Obviously they succeeded because the president is dead and the authorities are sucking their thumbs trying to find a lead on who was responsible. Now I’m not stupid and I know that the mere fact that I’m mentioning something like this on my stream is warrant enough for them to pin this on me. They probably think that I had something to do with this. That I’m the mastermind behind the whole assassination, I’m not going to lie, I did think that maybe the president did deserve to die, I mean all that shit about him being with this girl, then that girl. Cheaters never win people, but I am humbled and have to admit that I had nothing to do with the poor guy being shot. I know people are going to find that hard to believe, but let me lay it down like this for you.’