THE CHASE - Connor x OC (I Am Sequel)

Chapter 50

"Let's close off this scene, alright," I said approaching some patrol officers. They began shooing away the press, and I took a deep breath. A little room to breathe was nice. I doubt they were happy to see Nick and I on the scene of the crime, but I was just thankful no one had yet asked what we were doing over here anyway.

I wonder what was taking so long for Nick to get a tech guy. They've got the whole fucking department here.

I walked around the corner of the sidewalk trying to approach the window as best I could. I just wanted to look into the window and see if I could make out anyone, and I couldn't. I took a deep breath, satisfied I hadn't heard another gun shot.

Nick found me, and walked over with a very tall woman. She was black, had luxurious curls, and brown eyes. She almost looked younger than me. "This is Megan. She specializes in communication ops," He said, practically handing her off to me.

"Hi Megan," I sighed. "I wish we had met in better circumstances. What will you be using to communicate with everyone down here?"

"This," Megan answered. She moved her hair to reveal her android marking - a small blue ring on the side of her head. "I'm a TR4500. Ex radio presenter."

"Megan can communicate without speaking onto radio waves. She will be talking to us on the dispatch frequency," Nick explained.

"Oh that's great. Thank you, Megan."

"This is better than talking to nobody for 8 hours a day," Megan shrugged.

We walked up to the front door of the building, and I turned to Megan. "Megan, stay behind me and stay calm. I won't hesitate to shoot if someone comes after you."

"Don't worry about me. I run into burning buildings for a living."

I paused for just a moment. What does that mean? Megan wasn't as everyone had imagined deviants to be which was unsurprising - everyone is different after all. Her personality was overly calm, and decided.

I led her in through the door and we headed up the stairs. I kept my gun drawn making sure I identified cover, and Megan followed closely. We entered the lobby of the office and I stood as close to the conference room as I could without being seen or heard. I turned to Megan who gave me her arm.

Connecting...

Connecting...

Wireless connection established...

Megan looked out me, and speaking through the wireless connection said "Now I can hear you, and they can hear you. They will be able to hear Connor," she said pointing to the window. I nodded.

"Connor? Can you hear me?" I called through the connection.

"I was starting to get worried," he answered.

"I need for you to tell me who's the dead hostage. What do they look like?"

"Brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin. He's wearing a suit."

"Officer Nick Lance speaking. Does he have a beard, a super long one?" Nick said.

"Nick? Uh yes. He has a beard," Connor answered.

"That's the federal negotiator. Connor, you're the only trained hostage negotiator in Detroit right now. You'll have to do this from the inside," Nick explained.

"Connor, I've connected our conversation through to the dispatch frequency. We'll know if you need medical or anything, and can get you any services. Ethan can make demands and we'll know," I told him.

"Got it. He still hasn't spoken yet. Do we have any case information. Any possible motives?" Connor asked.

"Officer Hank Anderson speaking. The federal negotiator was there to talk with Ethan about negotiating down his plea in exchange for information on the murders that could bring the case back to Federal hands."

"Something tells me it wasn't going his way," Connor answered. "I'll use that. Turning on my microphone."

"Are you ready to talk, Ethan?" Connor asked. There was no response.

"That guy you shot. He wanted information on Asher didn't he? He wanted to send him back to federal prison."

"He wanted to deactivate Asher," Ethan spoke. "Big difference."

"Tell me about that. I want to know."

"No, you don't," Ethan replied.

"Yes, I do. I want to know how I can help. You don't just take 8 hostages because you don't want something."

"Listen, Connor. Just because we fucked the same person doesn't make us best friends," Ethan answered.

I cringed physically. Megan raised an eyebrow and looked at me.

"Then who do you want to talk to?" Connor asked.

"The woman of the hour herself. Charlotte."

"I can't do that," Connor replied.

"Then I guess these people can starve to death. Then it'll just be you and me," Ethan sighed. I heard a small cry from a woman locked inside the conference room. The sound caused a pang in my heart. God, fuck deviancy.

"Tell him I'll go in. Trade all of you for me," I explained.

"No way. Haven't you been through enough with this guy?" Connor responded.

"Apparently not."

"Charlotte, how will you talk to us anyway?" Nick asked.

"I won't be able to. You'll just have to trust me. If you hear a gunshot, send SWAT up."

"I am not risking my wife's life," Connor answered.

"It's not your choice, Connor," I responded.

Connor sighed.

"What if we traded all the hostages for Charlotte?" Connor asked.

"All of them? No, I'm keeping you and him," Ethan explained.

"Charlotte, we can get 6 out. He wants to keep who I assume is the prosecutor."

"I'll take it."

I turned to Megan and shooed her away. She nodded and headed down the stairs.

Wireless connection disconnected...

I sighed and approached the door. I knocked softly, and heard scrambling.

Ethan opened up the door. "Ah great to see you, darling. Looking as fabulous as always."