The F-Team

Ugh I hate this I can't write things the way they are in my head but whatever here you go. This takes place waaaaaaaayyy later. Like....after the team has been together for maybe a year or two? Sorry it's a piece of shit ughhghsjdgls;sddlka

Laura clutched at the paper in her hand, trying to make sense of the message written on it. She shook uncontrollably as she imagined the man who wrote it. The most hated man: her father.

He had written his message in bright blue ink. Laura knew exactly which pen he had used. It used to be her mother’s favorite; she would use it to write official letters with. Laura remembered watching her mother craft her swooping signature in that same blue. She glowered, knowing he had used the pen to upset her. She crumpled the note up in her fist and strode to the door of her room.

She had to go out, to walk around and let off some steam before she broke down from stress. She punched the elevator button furiously and stepped swiftly through the sliding doors, only to be met by Mr. Lindsey. “Going somewhere?” Mr. Lindsey’s eyebrows were raised slightly. That was never a good sign.

“Yes,” Laura hissed through her teeth, willing Mr. Lindsey not to interfere. He narrowed his eyes slightly but said nothing. As the elevator slid to a stop at the ground floor he inclined his head and stepped out.

Sighing in relief that she was alone again, Laura pressed the button for basement floor one and entered the passcode. Luckily, Suzy wasn’t anywhere to be seen in the basement garage, so all Laura had to do was grab a set of keys and hop into the nearest car. She chose a simple, nondescript model that wouldn’t attract much attention. Once the car elevator reached ground level Laura shot off into traffic. As she sped through the city a plan began to take shape in her mind. She could go talk to Johnny. Maybe he would be able to make sense their father’s strange message. Finding a bit of solace in her new purpose, she turned sharply and began her journey to Johnny’s current residence.

OOOOO

As Laura’s car drew closer to the rather upscale neighborhood her brother occupied she began to feel heavy with foreboding. She kept passing more and more cop cars and crowds of people and soon she could drive no further. Fire engines and ambulances were scattered everywhere, blocking the whole street. Laura frantically parked the car and ran forward. The police barricade kept her from getting much further but she could still see all she needed in order to understand. Her brother’s car was upside down in a large crater. Scraps of metal and other debris were scattered everywhere. Tears filled Laura’s eyes as she saw two bodies being hoisted into a nearby ambulance. The note’s cruel message was now abundantly clear. “What is the one thing better to go out with than your mother?”

A bang.

Laura quickly got back in her car, quivering with fury. She knew what she should do.

OOOOO

“You sure this is the kinda gun she ast for?” Manuel looked a bit lost. “She usually want the bigger ones.”

“Shut up,” Laura snapped and snatched the handgun from Jennifer’s old acquaintance. “This is the one she asked for.”

“Awright man, whatever you say.” Manuel took the money Laura thrust into his arms and shrugged. “’S not my problem if you’re wrong.”

Laura rolled her eyes and stalked away. As soon as she was out of his line of vision she gingerly placed the gun in the cotton bag she had brought with her. Once she reached the place she had left her vehicle she opened the driver side door and slid in. She placed the cotton bag gently on the passenger seat. Soon she was off navigating the crowded city streets again, intent on her new destination.

OOOOO

Mary was very angry with her mother. She had promised work would only take a few hours today and that she would be in time to pick Mary up from school. Mary waited excitedly for her mother in front of the school, but she never showed. So Mary decided she would walk home. That will show Mother!

Mary scuffed her worn sneakers on the sidewalk, not really paying much attention to where she was going. When she finally did look up she realized she had no idea where she was. On her right was a large brick wall and on her left, across the street, was a chain link fence. Behind the fence there were some old rusting shipping containers. Mary had never seen this part of town before and was even more upset that her mother had been hiding such a wonderful-looking playground from her. All of those fantastically stacked storage bins would make a great jungle gym for a little girl. Grinning at the brilliance of her discovery she dashed across the street to stand before the fence. She gripped the links of the fence, deciding what would be the best way to get over them.

Mary decided that if she was grown-up enough to walk home alone that meant she was also grown-up enough to climb a fence. As she stuck her left foot into one of the links to hoist herself upward she noticed a figure on top of one of the containers. It was a middle-aged man, Mary figured about the same age as her Uncle Dan. Something about the sight of the man both intrigued and frightened Mary very much. She could feel her heart fluttering in her chest and it reminded her of the first time she jumped off the big kid swings at school.

As Mary was considering running away she noticed another figure approaching at a rapid pace, jumping from container to container with hollow thuds. The new figure had obviously caught the attention of the man as well. Mary watched as the new person came to a halt about twenty feet away from the man. It was a young woman. She hardly looked any older than Mary’s own mother. Mary’s eyes widened as the two figures faced off.

“Hello Laura, it’s been a while,” the man smirked slightly as he called out to the woman. At his words the woman visibly flinched but didn’t back up a single step. “I take it you saw the present I left for your brother?” Now the woman was visibly shaking and glaring with hatred in her eyes at the man before her.

Mary suddenly got a strong feeling that she shouldn’t watch any more of this, but it was already too late. The woman pulled a small handgun out of the bag she had slung over her back and pointed it at the man. Mary backed away from the fence slightly but still managed to notice that the woman was the one who looked terrified, even though she had the weapon. The man just grinned. “As if you could. You’re much too much of a coward.”

The impact of his words on the woman was obvious. She seemed to shrink into herself. Her gun arm shook and almost faltered, but just then a lone car zoomed past, startling her. Mary threw herself on the ground, the sound of the gun’s discharge ringing in her ears. Completely shocked, Mary slowly lifted her head to see the man fall to the ground with a sickening crunch.

The car that had driven past just seconds before came back from the other direction and came screeching to a halt in front of Mary. Two men jumped out and vaulted quickly over the fence, drawing guns as they went. They both pointed their weapons at the woman, who still stood on top of the container.

OOOOO

Laura’s eyes glazed over as she looked at the smoking barrel of the handgun. She barely even registered the presence of the little girl who had squealed at the gunshot. As the same car that had startled her into firing returned to her line-of-sight, Laura blinked once. It was an undercover cop car, for sure. Laura lowered the gun down to her side as the two cops made their way towards her. Suddenly, Laura realized she recognized them. One was the deputy of the local police department, and the other….

It clicked. The night she had stolen some files on one Jennifer D. from the police headquarters. This cop had been there, in that file. He was there on the night that Jennifer’s family had been killed. Without really realizing what she was doing, Laura raised her gun once more and let off two shots into the man’s chest. The deputy swore and then fired his own gun in Laura’s direction.

Laura felt a searing pain as the cop’s first shot skated across her cheek and whizzed by her ear. She felt her whole body jolt as the second connected with her head as she turned to run. The last thing she remembered was the sound of her gun clattering onto the rusted steel of the container beneath her.

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