"Dispatch, ladder 126. Highway 9, Mile Marker 16." Owen spoke as they rode down the highway
"Yeah. He's about two miles in front of you, Captain Strand. So just maintain speed and wait for instructions." Grace told them as they continued
"We'll do that."
"Yo, so how does somebody hitch up your whole house with you inside and drive off and you sleep through the whole thing?" Paul asked confused at the story
"I don't know." Judd said staring out the window "To hear Grace tell it, I could sleep through a stampede and still be snoring"
"So how are we supposed to stop him, Cap?" Mateo asked leaning forward
"Not our job." Owen shrugged "We're just here for the cleanup."
"Three-three-one-M-40. Be advised, suspect has refused to obey a traffic stop."
"Is that Sergeant O'Brien?" Y/n questioned as she heard the voice
"Dude's definitely getting a ticket." Mateo nodded
"Captain Strand, 126. Hey, do you think we should let the driver go to wherever he's going?" Owen questioned "Or do you think PD needs to force a stop?"
"Can't say I'm fond of either option, Captain. He's got about 15 feet of house that looks like it's one bump away from turning into a pile of matchsticks."
"Hey, you force a stop, you could kill the wife." Y/n said sitting up in her seat
"Yeah, but you leave him on the road, he can kill somebody else." Paul gave her a look
"Dispatch, any chance the wife knows where he's going?"
"Stand by, 126. I'll ask." It went quiet for a minute before grace came back "Birch Glen, Captain. And I do see a trailer park there."
"Birch Glen." Paul said as he brought out the tablet "Hey-hey, Cap. To get to Birch Glen, he's gonna have to exit Highway 9 and take 290." He leaned forward to show him the tablet "Get a look at Mile Marker 23. See where it's going"
"Strickland, that is genius." Owen said before talking to O'Brien "He's headed to Birch Glen"
"He'll have to take the 290."
"That's what we're thinking. Mile Marker 23?"
"Yeah, I know it well."
"This ends there."
"I'll have a party waiting for him."
"See you there." Owen said before going back to talking to his team "Alright, we got less than 12 clear miles to extract the wife. Dispatch, I think we're gonna need another ride."
~
Marjan was in the helicopter before she was lowered down and hing over the trailer"Nice and easy, target's the skylight." Owen reminded
"I-I've got a moving target here, Cap." Marjan said as the man swereved the truck
"Alright, pull me up alongside the cab." Owen said before talking to grace "Hey, uh, dispatch, can you patch me in to the husband?"
"Yeah, I'll try calling his cell phone, 126. There's no guarantee he'll answer though"
"Hey!" Owen yelled as they pulled alongside him showing him that he should lick up the phone
"What?" He answered the phone
"You aware that your wife's in the house?"
"Well, it's my house. I paid for it."
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