Section 44

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.
 
 

     Frank stood next to Mira and the captain , faces expressionless as they did their duty, each feeling overwhelming loss, the death of Rollie and Angela had taken a greater toll than they all suspected... for now though, they needed to be professional.
     ' What were they doing here?' the captain wondered.
     ' Don't know captain… but there's one thing you ought to know… Tyler was carrying'
     ' What?'

     Frank lifted a bag, containing the gun ' We found this tucked into the back of his belt, one round fired.  Casing was up the street'
     ' Anything else?'
     ' Blood.  Tracking across the street… someone left before we arrived'
     ' Any guesses detectives?'
     ' No captain… but that house was a trap.  Solid steel doors front and back, no internal locks or handles' Mira answered.
     ' Someone set them up on purpose' Frank added.
     ' Mazarin?'
     ' I don't think so… not his style.  Execution style shootings, drowning or accidents… not explosions' Mira answered.
     ' Check around but it looks like we'll have to wait for forensics' the captain answered ' I want some answers'
     ' Yes captain' they answered ' so do we'

     They were walking back towards the wreck of the house when Frank's mobile rang.
     ' Gatti'
     ' It's Tony.  We've got Tyler's car… and something else 'we've got a note written by Tyler.  It's got the address of the explosion on it… scribbled like he was on the phone'
     ' You think someone lured him here with Angela?'
     ' Could be.  I'm heading over to her apartment to see if anyone saw anything'
     ' Keep us posted'
     ' You got it Frank'
 

     ' Anything?' Frank asked the forensics team-leader.
     ' Explosive was Semtex.  Two locations, one on the wall, the other in the floor'
     ' What about the door?  The other one is intact'
     ' From what I've heard I'd say that was Tyler's move.  He rigged something to get out.  He didn't cause the big one though'
     '  Nothing to go on then?'
     ' Not yet Frank.  We'll know more when we get this stuff back to the labs'
 

     ' Well Mira?' he asked, joining the detective, her back to him.

     She didn't reply and when he moved in front of her he could see her straining to control the tears.  He knew how she felt, it was all he could do not to just sit down and let it all out.

     ' Mira…' he began, his hand on her shoulder ' we've got to catch whoever did this'

     She nodded agreement, it was impossible to believe they were gone… and there was no chance that whoever had killed them was going to get away with it ' Let's go'
     Frank smiled slightly, that got her going.

     They moved back to the car, heading back to the station when Tony's call came through, redirecting them to Angela's apartment.

     ' What is it Tony?' Mira asked, stepping up to the detective.
     ' The lady who lives here on the ground floor told me a few things.  She saw Rollie carry Angela out early this morning'
     ' What else?'
     ' She assumes he must have come back, because she caught a glimpse of him leaving again about half an hour or so later.  She spoke to him  the first time'
     ' Anything unusual about what he said?' Frank asked.
     ' She said that Angela was asleep when he carried her out and that he had a "surprise" for her'
     ' She didn’t see him bring her back did she' Frank answered, eyes narrowing.
     ' You think you've got something?'
     ' Maybe… let's check out her apartment'

     The landlord opened the door, letting the police go about their work.  Frank stopped at the opened package, while Mira checked the clipboard set to one side ' Supposedly a gift from Spielberg'
     ' That's how he got in… but why didn't Rollie do anything?'
     ' He wasn't here… it was six in the morning' Mira answered.
     ' Mira… he was here, no doubt'
     ' Just because the lady saw him?'
     ' No, because Rollie and Angie have been seeing each other for the last eight or nine months' Frank answered, heading for the bedroom.

     Mira's eyes widened as she blurted out ' What?'
     ' It's true' Frank answered ' I found out when I was lying on the floor of their van… on the set, after being hit'
     ' And you didn't say anything'
     ' They asked me not to' he answered ' I think we've got something' he finished, taking out a sterile glove and a plastic bag.  Reaching into the bin he came up with the syringe ' Someone drugged them'
     ' Why only one syringe though?'
     ' Because it's not the drug… it's the antidote' Frank replied ' They were drugged somewhere else.  It didn't work immediately though.  They came home and fell asleep.  Then the delivery man came, Angela answered the door.  He incapacitated her, gave Rollie the antidote and left with Angela'
     ' But the lady said Angela left with Rollie' Tony pointed out, eyes widening ' You think... Loubar… was behind this?'
     ' It fits.  He could imitate Rollie enough to fool anyone.  Angela didn't return, Loubar took her to that house, Rollie went down later, the second time the woman saw him, and he went after her' Mira answered.
     ' So how did he know where to go?' Tony asked.
     ' Phone' Frank answered, pointing to the mobile sitting on the bed ' There's a note'
     ' Redial.  Loubar must have set it up if it was him'
     ' It could still be in operation.  Rollie could have hit Loubar.  If he's wounded someone could answer.  We could trace them'
     ' Let's do it' Mira answered.
 

     The ex-Seal walked from the surgery, he'd come back later to pick the man up, if he could move.  He climbed into his car and headed back to the shop… it wasn't far.
 

     ' So we can triangulate on the call, everything's ready.  Make the call' the Captain answered.

    Frank lifted the mobile and pressed redial.

    ' Yeah?' came a voice on the other end.
    ' I need…' he looked at the others needing a prompt ' something special'
    ' Who are you looking for?'
    ' Victor Loubar'
    ' He's not available right now.  What do you want?'
    ' Can you get me what I need?'
    ' What do you need'
    ' What have you got?'
    ' Handguns, SMG's, Rifles, Shotguns.  Plastique, Semtex, C4.  Surveillance gear, vehicles'
    ' About twenty pounds of Semtex and some timer pencils, various periods'
     ' When do you need them?'
     ' A few days'
     ' No problem'

     The captain watched the tracker and nodded, they had a fix.

     ' Right… where can I pick up and how much?'

     The ex-Seal paused, thinking a moment ' East third street by the docks, wharf six, the Seland Air.  It'll cost you twenty thousand'
     ' Ten' Frank haggled.
     ' Alright… let's say fifteen'
     ' Done' Frank finished and hung up.