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Authors: J. D. Robb
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just walked up to McNab's cube. Zapped him, then everybody's running and Halloway's screaming, firing streams. He's got the captain. I saw him take the captain."
"Keep out!" Eve strode to the door, ordered the cops who poured out of doors and hallways to stay clear. "We've got a potential hostage situation, at least one wounded. I need this area secured. I need a negotiator. Peabody, inform the commander of this situation."
"Yes, sir. " Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. "McNab."
"We're going in. Draw your weapon." She eased closer, lowering her voice for Peabody alone. "If you can't handle this, say so now. You won't help them if you can't maintain."
"I can. I will." Fear had already blown through her, and out again. "We have to get in there."
"Hold fire," Eve called out. "Hold fire."
She went in slow, sweeping first. Cops were scattered, cubes blasted, some of them still smoking. She saw a clutch of them huddled on the floor-McNab's cube-she noted, and felt a gathering of ice in her belly. More were outside of Feeney's office, shouting through the door.
"I'm Lieutenant Dallas!" she had to shout to be heard. "I'm in charge here until Commander Whitney takes over this situation. You men, get away from that door."
"He's got the captain! He's got the captain in there."
"Get the hell away from the door. Now! What's McNab's status?"
She could see him now, lying unconscious, his face white as bone. She said nothing when Peabody dropped down beside him, checked his pulse.
"He's alive." Peabody responded shakily. "Pulse is thready."
"Didn't take a full stun. Detective Gates." A woman with zebra-striped hair stepped forward. "I saw Halloway walk up to the cube. Something off about it, then I saw the weapon. I yelled something. McNab looked around, saw, he shoved off his chair and Halloway's stream took him down. It was bad. It was bad, but I don't think it was a full stun."
"Medical's on the way. I need eyes in Feeney's office. Get me eyes in there. For now, get me to a 'link station so I can talk to him. Peabody, assess how many are wounded and in what condition."
She snagged a 'link, ordered transmission to Feeney's. It beeped, beeped, beeped. And her heart thundered.
"This is Captain Fucking Halloway." Halloway's face, nearly as white as McNab's, filled the screen. The whites of his eyes were cracked with red lines, and a dribble of blood leaked from his nose. "I'm in charge here!"
He screamed it, then stepped back so Eve saw him holding his weapon under Feeney's jaw.
One stream, she thought numb with fear, instant death.
"This is Lieutenant Dallas."
"I know who the hell you are. Grandstander. I outrank you now. What the hell do you want?"
"It's what you want that's at issue, Halloway."
" Captain Halloway."
"Captain." Her eyes met Feeney's. A thousand messages passed between them in a split second. "If you'd tell me, sir, what it is you want, what seems to be the problem, we can clear everything up without further violence. You don't want to hurt Captain Feeney. I won't be able to help you get what you want if you hurt Captain Feeney."
"You need to talk to us, son." Feeney's voice was calm as a lake. "Tell us what the problem is."
"You're the problem, and I'm not your son. So shut up! Shut up!" He jerked Feeney's head back with his weapon, and broke transmission.
Every cell in Eve's body screamed to rush the door. Every instinct, every hour of training, ordered her to hold back.
"Eyes. Get me eyes in there now! I want all available data on Halloway. If he's married, get his wife in here or on a 'link. Get me his mother, his brother, his priest. Whoever he's most likely to listen to. I want all nonessential personnel out of this area. Who in here knows Halloway best?"
Shocked faces, grim faces, angry faces looked back at her. It was Gates who finally spoke. "I guess we all thought we knew him. This doesn't make sense, Lieutenant."
"Talk to him." Eve pointed to the 'link. "Keep it calm and
"Keep out!" Eve strode to the door, ordered the cops who poured out of doors and hallways to stay clear. "We've got a potential hostage situation, at least one wounded. I need this area secured. I need a negotiator. Peabody, inform the commander of this situation."
"Yes, sir. " Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. "McNab."
"We're going in. Draw your weapon." She eased closer, lowering her voice for Peabody alone. "If you can't handle this, say so now. You won't help them if you can't maintain."
"I can. I will." Fear had already blown through her, and out again. "We have to get in there."
"Hold fire," Eve called out. "Hold fire."
She went in slow, sweeping first. Cops were scattered, cubes blasted, some of them still smoking. She saw a clutch of them huddled on the floor-McNab's cube-she noted, and felt a gathering of ice in her belly. More were outside of Feeney's office, shouting through the door.
"I'm Lieutenant Dallas!" she had to shout to be heard. "I'm in charge here until Commander Whitney takes over this situation. You men, get away from that door."
"He's got the captain! He's got the captain in there."
"Get the hell away from the door. Now! What's McNab's status?"
She could see him now, lying unconscious, his face white as bone. She said nothing when Peabody dropped down beside him, checked his pulse.
"He's alive." Peabody responded shakily. "Pulse is thready."
"Didn't take a full stun. Detective Gates." A woman with zebra-striped hair stepped forward. "I saw Halloway walk up to the cube. Something off about it, then I saw the weapon. I yelled something. McNab looked around, saw, he shoved off his chair and Halloway's stream took him down. It was bad. It was bad, but I don't think it was a full stun."
"Medical's on the way. I need eyes in Feeney's office. Get me eyes in there. For now, get me to a 'link station so I can talk to him. Peabody, assess how many are wounded and in what condition."
She snagged a 'link, ordered transmission to Feeney's. It beeped, beeped, beeped. And her heart thundered.
"This is Captain Fucking Halloway." Halloway's face, nearly as white as McNab's, filled the screen. The whites of his eyes were cracked with red lines, and a dribble of blood leaked from his nose. "I'm in charge here!"
He screamed it, then stepped back so Eve saw him holding his weapon under Feeney's jaw.
One stream, she thought numb with fear, instant death.
"This is Lieutenant Dallas."
"I know who the hell you are. Grandstander. I outrank you now. What the hell do you want?"
"It's what you want that's at issue, Halloway."
" Captain Halloway."
"Captain." Her eyes met Feeney's. A thousand messages passed between them in a split second. "If you'd tell me, sir, what it is you want, what seems to be the problem, we can clear everything up without further violence. You don't want to hurt Captain Feeney. I won't be able to help you get what you want if you hurt Captain Feeney."
"You need to talk to us, son." Feeney's voice was calm as a lake. "Tell us what the problem is."
"You're the problem, and I'm not your son. So shut up! Shut up!" He jerked Feeney's head back with his weapon, and broke transmission.
Every cell in Eve's body screamed to rush the door. Every instinct, every hour of training, ordered her to hold back.
"Eyes. Get me eyes in there now! I want all available data on Halloway. If he's married, get his wife in here or on a 'link. Get me his mother, his brother, his priest. Whoever he's most likely to listen to. I want all nonessential personnel out of this area. Who in here knows Halloway best?"
Shocked faces, grim faces, angry faces looked back at her. It was Gates who finally spoke. "I guess we all thought we knew him. This doesn't make sense, Lieutenant."
"Talk to him." Eve pointed to the 'link. "Keep it calm and
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