Revenge on the Reagans

Chapter 12

At 1PP, Frank stood in front of the window looking out at his city. But all that he was thinking about was the case and his children. The only progress his men have made was the arrest of Angela Palmari. They still haven't traced her brother and cousin, and they still had no clue who was behind the operation. And as for his family; Danny's boys were taking a week off from school and even though Linda had gone back to work, she was probably spending her day thinking about Danny. Nicky was probably sitting at home thinking of a million ways she cold help and what we could to end this quicker. Erin had gone to visit her injured brother, putting up a strong front to hide the fear and the frustration that was taunting her very soul. Jaime would probably be doing his tour in hidden fear while constantly looking over his shoulder, whether or not his partner was with him. His father was the only Reagan man who wasn't behind a gold shield, but these days he probably hated sitting back at home doing nothing while these men were nowhere to be found. And if there was anyone that could understand that better than everyone else it was Danny. For a man who always sprung into action at any given moment, lying in a hospital bed with the case was probably killing him. But Danny was a fighter. He could pull through this. Yet for all there was truly no telling. Just then he heard the sound of his door click open and the sound of the souls of freshly polished loafers shuffling across the slick hardwood floors of his office. But he didn't flinch. He knew someone was bringing him a progress report of how little progress they've made. He didn't need to know how they didn't have this monster in custody.

"Commissioner," he heard his chief of department Lieutenant Sid Gormley start, "a team of detectives have located Lucas Miller and Aaron Palmari and have units ready to deploy on the building as we speak." Finally, he turned away from the window and followed his chief of D's into the conference room. As he stepped into the room, the two uniformed Lieutenants stood at attention.

"As you were," he told them and they sat back down in their chairs. On the screen in front of them were four different angles of the officers waiting for the signal to enter the room. He was informed that the men were inside and that there were uniforms surrounding the whole building. Even if they tried, there was no chance of escape.

"Ready to move in on your go, commissioner," one of the officers informed him and just then his phone began to ring in his pocket. He pulled it out to see it was an unknown number, the same unknown number that called him in the hospital and threatened Danny.

"It's him," he announced before answering.

"Reagan," he said after he hit TALK.

"Well hello commissioner," the man answered, "I hope you're enjoying our little game. Because it's far from over." In his anger, he lowered the phone, covered the mouth piece with his hand and said, "go." That sparked the NYPD intrusion as the officers barged through the doors with guns aiming at the two men sitting in their living room in shock. The officers yelled for them to get on the ground and put their hands up and Frank raised his phone towards the speakers.

"We got them," one of the officers said and Frank raised the phone back to his ear.

"You hear that?" Frank taunted, "that's the sound of my men arresting your nephew and son. I'll see you soon."

"Go to hell!" the attacker cursed.

"After you," he said before hanging up. Then he turned to his men and told them, "good work." With that, he walked back into his office as the victory lingered.

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Later, Erin walked down the hall towards her father's office at 1PP. He had called her saying that there was a big break in the case, pulling them all closer to safety. She was grateful. They were getting closer to the end and soon things will be as Danny predicted. They'd definitely be back to the 'Reagan Routine' as he called it, in no time. Maybe all she needed was a little faith, like the amount her brother had in them. Baker opened the door for her and waltzed into her father's office announced. She placed her bag on his coffee table and took a seat on the big black leather sofa.

"Hey dad," she said.

"Hey sweetie," he said and sat with her.

"Good news?"

"Yeah," Frank said, "we successfully arrested Aaron Palmari, the one who set off the bombs in the 54 and Lucas Miller who attacked Jaime in the hospital. I have detectives working them as we speak." A wave of relief passed over her at the sound of his news. These people were obviously hired by someone with a grudge against their father, but that someone couldn't take matters into his own hands. There was now a greater chance that they no longer had to walk the streets in fear. That normality could resume. And knowing her dad, he wouldn't stop until this man was brought to justice. Everything Danny had predicted was coming true. Maybe she really did have nothing to worry about.

"Have they said anything?" she asked.

"Well they're wound pretty tight but one of them is bound to crack," he told her.

"I was just with Danny," she announced changing the subject.

"How's he doing?" he asked concern lacing his voice.

"Honestly," she started, "he's doing really well."

"That doesn't sound like a good thing."

"It is," she corrected him, "Danny will still be scarred I know that for sure. And I think he's playing that part down. But I also think he's already found his light at the end of the tunnel."

"You sure it's not the train headed right for him?" Frank questioned cleverly.

"I'm sure," she told him. She was 100% positive that Danny would be perfectly fine.

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Back at the hospital, Danny was getting some rest, and for the first time he was actually sleeping peacefully. No nightmares or scarring memories. Just reassuring darkness and pleasant thoughts. He wanted to soak it in. He wanted it to last so much so that the sound of footsteps walking into his room didn't even make him bat an eyelash. He heard them come closer and stop beside his bed. He figured that it was just another family member coming to check on him. And that soon he would be hearing the sound of the legs of a chair scraping against the floors. But he was wrong. Instead he heard a familiar and spine chilling click and the sound of an unfamiliar voice.

"Hello Daniel," a man said. This forced Danny to open his eyes finally and what he saw took his breath away. He shot up in his bed in fear for he had woken up to the sight of the barrel of his own gun.