When Evil Prevails

Section 23

Writer - Gabriel Shaytan

FX is a Rysher production in conjunction with Fireworks Entertainment Inc. and Winterset Productions Inc as well as Hallmark Entertainment.

Don’t own ‘em, aren’t bein’ paid.
 

        The medic walked into the van following Mira, his uniform clearly identifying him.  Placing his case down on the floor he leant over and gently touch the large lump rising on Frank's head.
        After a few minutes examining the site of the injury, the medic turned back to Mira ' You should get some x-rays done but I'm quite certain that nothing is broken.  He should be coming around soon actually.  When he does make sure that he gets some rest, he'll probably have a mild concussion'
        ' Right.  We'll do that' Angie answered from where she stood, still close to Rollie.
        ' Thanks' Rollie added as the medic stood.
        ' It's my job' the medic answered with a grin.

        ' Mira have you called in?' Rollie asked.
        ' Tony's on his way with some uniforms to take the little creep'
        ' Right.  You two stay here with Frank, I'm going to explain what happened'

         Stepping down through the doorway, Rollie looked around making sure that he wasn't being followed.  Boots stomping as he made his way across the concrete to the director's trailer, he hoped that this would be the end to the trouble, they had enough on their plate as it was.
         Raising his hand he knocked loudly on the door of the trailer and waited for a response.
        ' Come in' a voice called back and Rollie put his hand on the door, pulling it open and stepped inside, drawing the door shut and then looking up.

         A body lay on the floor and Rollie immediately took in the gun one man's hand, the man Frank's video had caught.  Spielberg sat next to the other man, a gun placed firmly beneath his chin.
        ' Take a seat Mr Tyler' the man commanded, gesturing with his free hand.
 

         Angie looked back at the door to the van, Rollie was taking a long time to explain what had happened.  Tony had arrived and had detailed a few men to take Frank to the hospital.  As usual Mira and Tony were outside fighting about what to do, while inside, Angie was starting to get a bad feeling about something.
         Sitting back down at the computer she called up a map and saw that Rollie's P.D.A was in the director's trailer, probably caught up talking about something else.  Typing a quick message she sent it though, an icon flashed on the side of the screen notifying her that the message had been received.  She waited for a reply, knowing Rollie would write back immediately to what she'd written.
 

         Inside the trailer, Rollie sat, watching as the man glanced down at the screen of the P.D.A, reading the message before smashing the unit into the edge of the table, crushing the display.  Throwing the remains onto the floor the man looked up to see Rollie slowly shaking his head.
        ' What's your problem?' the man asked.
        ' You just ensured that every cop on set is going to be surrounding this trailer in the next thirty seconds'
        ' You'd like me to believe that wouldn't you?'
        ' Suit yourself… or look out the window'
 

         Angie watched as the P.D.A icon turned black, indicating that it had been damaged, the signal still emanated from it but it could no longer receive messages.  Stepping to the doorway she jumped down and grabbed Mira by the arm.
        ' Hey… what is it Angie?'
        ' Look at this' she answered, hurrying back inside, followed by the two detectives ' This means Rollie's P.D.A is no longer functional… it was twenty seconds ago… something happened to it'
        ' Whose trailer is that?' Tony asked.
        ' The directors' Angie answered.

 
         Tony stepped outside, his radio already in hand, ordering his team to surround the trailer.  Looking back he saw Angie and Mira stepping out of the van, heading towards the trailer themselves.
 

         A quick glance out of the window and the man turned back to Rollie.  ' How'd you know that?'
        ' That message was sent by my assistant, she'd know something was wrong if I didn't answer it' Rollie answered with a shrug.
        ' Well there's nothing they can do anyway… what can they do… come in through the roof, the floor?' he answered with a laugh.
        ' They'll fire a concussion grenade through the window, knock us all out and walk inside' Rollie answered easily, noticing with a grin that the man's face darkened at the idea.
        ' You'd better hope not.  I can still pull the trigger between the sound of glass breaking and the grenade going off'
        ' You'd better talk to them then'

         Spielberg looked on as the young man talked to the two men, aiming to diffuse the situation while at the same time making it look at though they had no choice.  Tyler looked calm, that intrigued him, since he had no idea what to do.
 

         ' Alright, we know you're in there.  Come out with your hands up' Tony called… it sounded corny but then… it was in the book.
         ' Not likely copper… we got hostages, two of 'em… you try anything, the smart mouthed one gets it first… we'll kept the other for insurance'
 
         Angie looked on, eyes widening, turning to Mira ' Make sure Tony doesn't do anything… smart mouth… that can only be Rollie'
         ' I'll keep an eye on him' Mira replied, turning and heading to where the other detective stood.
         Looking on for a moment, Angela turned and headed back to the van, shouting back and forth wasn't going to get this resolved in a hurry and besides, she wanted Rollie out of there.

         ' Anything happening?' Rollie asked casually from his seat, getting a cuff over the ear with the butt of the revolver for his trouble.
         ' You'd be wise to shut up mate… if you knew what was good for ya' the one sitting behind him answered.
         ' I just want you guys to get what you want, so I can go home' Rollie replied, glancing around.
         ' I don't think you'll be making it home for tea… sorry' the man replied, voice dripping sarcasm.
         ' That's ok, I bet one of your demands is pizza right?  I hate cooking anyway so that's sort of a bonus.  Hey… try Rajeano's they're really good'
         ' Is this guy for real?' One man asked the other, ' he's a nut'
         ' Hey, some people just don't like to cook… can't fault that, I know I don't' the man answered with a grin.
 

         Looking down at the man on the floor, Rollie could see a pretty nasty wound on the back of his head, it was bleeding freely.  If someone didn't do something, the guy was gone for sure.
         ' Ah guys… you've got the two of us, now I'm not that important but Mr Spielberg is… how about letting this guy go… I'll stay but if he dies… they won't care if you're alive or dead when they're through.  I know the cops… believe me.  If you let him go, it shows you're reasonable… they'll deal'
         ' And why the hell should we believe you?'
         ' Why should I lie?  I just I'll stay so it's not so I can get away.  Besides, if you don't deal you aren't walking away from this… if we die… you're going with us, if you deal… you've got a chance'
 
         The two men looked at each other, seemingly worried at what Rollie had said.  The older man nodded.
         ' Ok, both of you over there' he ordered, pointing to Rollie and Spielberg and then to the far corner of the caravan.
         Moving slowly, the two men complied, this wasn't the time for any heroics.
 

         In the van, Angie was having problems.  Sitting at the computer she pressed the key for the P.D.A, knowing that it had been damaged but not how badly.  Pressing another icon, she waited, knowing it might take a few minutes to complete.

 
         ' Ok, how are we going to deal?  The phones out and I don't want to shout' one man asked.
         ' Um… can I make a suggestion?' Rollie asked, after glancing at Spielberg.
         ' What now?' one answered as the other asked ' Man don't this guy ever shut his yap?'
         ' If you let me look at my P.D.A I might be able to get you a phone link'
         ' Why?'
         ' Because I don't want that guy to die… don't you get it yet?'
 

         The man looked down, picked up the P.D.A and threw it over to Rollie.  Looking at the smashed display he shook his head, mumbling as he took a small set of tools from his back pocket and opened the back.  From what he could see, the audio and video channels were still functional, but the display was shot all to hell.
 

         Looking back at the monitor, Angie saw that while the P.D.A's display was not functioning, the audio in / out and the video feed was working fine.  Sending an audio enable, Angie said ' Rollie, you there?'
 

         ' What the… give me that' the man said, hearing Angie's voice.
         ' It's ok Ange.  Get Mira or Tony… they want to talk' Rollie replied, ignoring the man.
         ' You're not going to be okay if you don't hand that over mister' the gunman threatened.