Little time spent Guardian Investigative Service volume 2

Chapter 5

    Gibson was checking his guns for the raid when Boyd dashed in.
"Gibson, we've got a problem," he told Gibson.
Gibson glared back at him.
"What do you got?", Gibson shot back.
"Father Richely is threatening to commit suicide, the whole prison is on lockdown," Boyd said.
"Let me guess, he's asking for me," Gibson replied shoving a clip into his Glock.
"More like demanding," Boyd replied.
     Gibson looked at him for a moment.
"There's one thing, he's requesting you come alone," Boyd replied.
"Call the prison and tell them I'm on my way," Gibson replied.
Angel watched as Gibson started walking out the door.
"Gibson, where are you headed?", She asked.
"Prison to stop a death," Gibson replied.
"You need help?", She asked.
"I got this one," Gibson popped back as he got in the car.
   Gibson pulled into the parking lot and was met by the head of the guards.
"I guess you know what is going on?", He said.
"Yeah I have been filled in, where is Richely?", Gibson replied putting on a vest.
"He's locked himself in the chapel," he responded.
   They walked into the prison and up to the chapel doors.
Gibson glared hard at the guards who'd gathered along with the convicts.
"I'm going to try to get him to open these doors, nobody follows me in, got it?", Gibson snapped.
The warden handed him an earpiece.
"We're gonna be listening out here if you need us," he told Gibson.
   Gibson put the piece in his ear and walked into the chapel.
Richely sat on the stairs at the front of the pulpit a shank in his hand, cuts and bruises all over his face and hands.
"It's time for me to face judgement," Richely said.
"You know if you do this, you're going straight to the place you've spent your life keeping people out of," Gibson said.
"I'm already there on earth, the only difference is that there's a chapel here," Richely returned his hand stroking the top of the shank blade.
"Think before you go to this extreme, do you think God wants this of you?", Gibson asked.
"I have already freaking screwed God over with my actions, He's given up on me," Richely replied still stroking the top of the shank.
"Never too late for repentance, think about it,"Gibson replied his hand on Richely's hand.
   Richely glared at the floor for a moment.
"You think God will forgive me?", He asked.
"That's between you and Him," Gibson replied.
Richely finally gave up and Gibson led him out to the guards and the warden.
The warden looked at Gibson for a second.
"You ever think that you're in the wrong line of work?", He asked.
Gibson shook his head;"tried seminary, realized it wasn't for me."
Richely was taken to suicide watch and Gibson headed back to headquarters.
  Angel met him in the parking lot as he pulled into the parking lot.
"How'd it go with Richely?", She asked lighting a cigarette.
"Swimmingly," Gibson replied lighting a cigarette.
"I take it he met up with the welcoming committee," Angel replied noticing the look on his face.
"Something like that," Gibson replied letting out a drag.
  They finished up and headed back into the weapon room.
Angel shoved the last clip in her last Glock and they went over the plan with everyone.
   They pulled into the parking lot of a warehouse just outside of Jenks.
The place was swarming with armed guards and three limos.
"Guys, spread out and be careful," Angel warned.
They spread out and started taking out the guards.
Angel and Gibson shuffled into the door, guns drawn.
   Sholley led his guests through the warehouse.
"As you can see, we're set up to sell to the masses," Sholley told them.
They all gave very impressed looks.
The teams swarmed down everyone taking them down.
Sholley dashed upstairs and slammed the office door behind him.
Gibson kicked the door open to find the room empty.
   Angel walked into the room putting her gun away.
"Damn trapdoor, he's gone again," Gibson told her.
"It's okay, we've still got enough here to nail him later," Angel replied.
   They finished going over the place and headed back to headquarters.
Gibson looked over all the reports from the raid.
"Looks like everything is in order on this one," Gibson said.
    Gibson walked into the coffee room and poured himself a cup.
He walked over to Harrison's table and sat down.
"How'd it go with Housely?", Gibson asked.
"Long day, tired fate, not much in the information column," Harrison breathed.
"Sounds like we hit the right place, and might not have gotten the tiger by the tail," Gibson replied taking in a sip.
"We're gonna need someone on the inside to get him," Gibson surmised.
  A man in nice street clothes walked in and sat down with them.
"What do you fragging want Grider?", Gibson growled at him.
"I heard that you all aren't doing any good with getting Sholley," Grider  said with an arrogant grin.
   Angel walked in and pulled Gibson aside.
"Who is that guy?", She assumed.
"His name is Grendal Grinder, he's an old aquintance from World Structure Undercover ops unit," Gibson told her.
"Maybe we can use him," she said.
    Gibson shook his head;"this guy was known for killing handlers."
"How many of them?", Angel asked sitting down with him at a table.
"I believe that the number was fourteen dead and six missing in action," Gibson replied.
Grider walked up and sat down.
"Seven of which I killed for nearly blowing my cover when I hadn't checked in," Grider told them.
   Gibson glared at him.
"What about the others you no good thug?", Gibson fired at him.
"The other seven were killed in action, and the six, I am not sure what happened to them," Grider responded with an arrogant grin.
Gibson glared at him again.
"It seems I figured you could use some help," Grider responded.
   Gordon walked into the room and sat down with them.
"What the hell is Grider doing here?", He asked.
"I know that all of you would be recognized at the drop of a hat if you try undercover, so I thought I would offer my service's to you all," Grider responded.
"What about your reputation?", Gordon asked.
"Oh yes, the stories of others made that for me, but I don't kill people unless I am forced," he responded.
   Angel looked at Gordon for a moment.
"You mind being his handler, we do need a man on the inside," Angel told him.
"Alright but if I end up dead, it's on your head," Gordon replied.
"Understood," Angel replied.
   They worked out everything with Grider and sent him on his way.
"You think this is a good idea?", She asked.
"Maybe not but, it's all we have," Gordon replied.
They finished up and went back to work.