Costa Crew 3: Make or Break

Chapter 19 - Where I Stand, Where I Fall

Samantha slowly reached for her gun. "I'll say this once, DC Davis. Walk away. Request a transfer. Act like none of this never happened. Carry on with your life."

Ben shook his head. "I'm going to have to take you in, Sergeant."

Samantha laughed. "You're a Detective Constable. You can't make arrests yet. I don't want to hurt you. I just need to kill Erica."

Ben stood in front of Erica. "She's under our protection now."

"And maybe he can't make arrests," added Paul, stepping out behind Samantha. "But I sure as hell can."

Ben grinned. "Nice entrance, gaffer."

Paul smirked. "Thanks, Ben. Samantha Foster, you do not have to say anything, however it may harm your defence-"

"Oh, shut up," Samantha snapped, scowling. "I've had enough of this place."

She turned to Paul, then with one swift move lowered her gun and pulled the trigger.

***

"If you're not going to kill me," Becky managed to say, "what are you going to do?"

Amelia smirked. "I thought about killing you for a long time. About how I'd do it. About what would cause you the most pain, and give me the most pleasure. But as I was living my life of luxury in prison, I thought about how awful that experience would be if I wasn't the Godfather. Then I realised - for an MI5 agent it would be nothing short of hellish. And why on Earth would I kill you, when I can make your life a living hell instead?"

Becky shrugged. "If it saves my friends then so be it."

Amelia laughed. "You'd be lucky. But I can't have a repeat of last time with your little Costa Crew breaking you out. So this time, there won't be a single person who cares enough to help you left alive."

"I won't let you hurt them," Becky replied defiantly.

"You act like you get a choice in the matter," snorted Amelia. "There's nothing you can do, chained up here in Costa. I thought this little coffee shop gave you superpowers as well. Or do you need your magic hot chocolate to give you the strength to take me down?"

Becky shook her head, but didn't know what to say. Amelia smirked. "You can't stop me. I'll kill everyone who gives a shit about you, so when you go to prison you won't have anyone to break you out. I'll make sure your life is a living hell, and I'll be checking in to make sure you're suffering enough. And eventually, I'll kill you. But only when you beg me to. But this time it won't be for some noble reason like saving your friends. It'll be to end your suffering and no other reason."

"Not if I show the world you're alive," Becky said. "I can bring you in. Clear my name."

Amelia shook her head. "I own justice, Hidgens. Unfortunately I can't legally arrest you, so I had to reach out for assistance."

"I'm sorry, Miss Hidgens," Drake said timidly, stepping into view. "She would have killed me."

"Shut up, just arrest her," snapped Amelia. "Yes you're sorry, yes she's heartbroken, it's all very sad. Now get on with it."

Drake sighed and took out a small key, which Amelia assumed was to remove the handcuffs from the radiator and cuff Becky's wrists together. However, he inserted the key into the end around Becky's wrist, unlocking the handcuffs and allowing Becky to jump to her feet.

"It's over, Amelia," Becky said, grinning broadly. "Drake, read her rights."

***

"I need to draw Amelia out, but I need her to think she's got the upper hand," Becky said quietly, looking directly at Drake. "So I need you to tell her I'm going to meet her in Costa."