The Law of Motion (Law Series)

by Di'Nisha Robinson

  “Except you.” I corrected, my eyes forcing him to understand that I was beyond serious.

  He sighed again. “I’m going to catch hell for this when they lose you.”

  I had thought about that, “Tink, Kristen, and Doc will have your back. The guys won’t go against them.”

  “Why can’t one of the other guys do this?” He questioned still uncomfortable with what I was asking of him. “They have all known each other longer.”

  I sighed, trying to find the best way to explain. “They…care about me too much…to let me do what I need to do.”

  His face saddened with some form of realization. “And you think I don’t love you?”

  I groaned running both of my hands through my hair, tugging at in frustration. That wasn’t was I was saying at all. “I know that you trust me enough to be able to do what I have to.”

  He nodded, grabbing my hands that were sitting in my lap. “Promise me, that if I do this, you will make it back. Because I’m pretty sure I’m a dead man if you don’t.”

  I let out a weak smile at that, because he was probably right. They would blame him, the minute I was gone, and it was selfish of me to ask it of him, but I needed his help. “I promise.”

  He sighed in relief before looking towards the back door of my house. “Adjust your face, your boyfriend is coming.” He warned with a barely moving mouth.

  I looked over at him, and I could tell he didn’t know what to make of Hunter and I’s conversation. I smiled at him motioning him over.

  Hunter sighed, talking again with barely moving lips. “Yes invite over the man that wants to rip my throat out.”

  I laughed then shook my head standing up. I was craving aloe time with him as the time got nearer “He doesn’t want to rip your throat out, don’t be crazy.”

  “You’re crazy if you don’t see it.” He spat.

  I hit him in his arm. “I’m going to go spend some time with him. Don’t be mean, I need you two to work together when I’m gone. Not kill each other.”

  I walked away and I could hear his skepticism. “We’ll see how that works Babes, we’ll see...”

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  "You're coming," The guy threatened, standing up and pulling me up with him. He buried the muzzle of the gun in my ribs. "Grab that fucking bag, shut your fucking mouth, and walk."

  I could have easily turned it around, but that wasn’t the plan that I worked out with my girls and Hunter. I wanted to get taken, so that they would take me wherever those boys were. They would need me, someone on the inside fighting for them. I could fight my way out later, and the girls knew how to find me if I couldn’t. The only thing that I felt bad about was keeping it from the rest of my team. I knew that they would stop me if they knew before hand.

  Though difficult, the problem wasn't doing what he was telling me, or even not knowing where I would be taken; it was the chaos that ensued throughout the building and outside. Fire alarms started to wail as billowing smoke began to fill the balcony, the atrium, and the loading platforms outside. The front doors slammed open with civilians pushing their way outside, at the same time the small radio in my ear began buzzing with activity.

  The sound of gunfire outside the front doors and in the park across the street met my ears, and I knew then that Myles had just started his distraction. It was chaos in front of a political arenathe perfect way to get Federal officers to jump. It was harmless smoke bombs inside the station, but a fire alarm would always scare innocent people.

  "I've got guns in the park!" Cam yelled. "Take them down! Take them down! Someone get to Lopez, now! Don't let him get caught up in this shit..."

  "I've got an asshole making their way through the crowd, Cam," Jackson warned. "He's heading straight for that senator."

  "Take him down...shoot to wound only, J” Cam ordered. "I've got that minivan pulling up front!"

  "Leave it," I hissed as I bent down to grab my black baga bag that was filled only with clothes for myself and the boys, not to mention the bear, Juan’s Inhaler and my gun. Not one dime was going with us. "I'm off the radio, Hunter, go" I breathed, pulling it from my ear like I was scratching and itch, standing up straight, because this was going to be tricky enough without the money, so I couldn't see adding fuel to that fire by being wired.

  The last thing I heard before I pulled the earpiece out was, "Alyssa, no!" from Adrian.

  The crowd outside started to scream and run from the activity. I felt, rather than heard, Adrian's chopper blades as he swooped closer for Jackson and Ross. I could see Cam trying to guide innocent people out through the front as we got closer and closer to the exit, which was getting tougher to see with all the smoke inside the station.

  I walked calmly out the doors, Myles’s gun still in my side, and I gave Cam a minute shake of my head when he flinched at the sight of me. I needed them to let me go. I needed to get to Juan, even if it was being held against my will. I needed to face the wrath of Myles and Zoe when they finally realized that they didn't have a fucking dime.

  Cam's face held worry and anger, but it also held a vow in a nod that he would find me. His head spun when screeching tires pulled to a halt in front of the three of us. The side door of the old tan minivan slammed open, and Myles rushed me inside to the backseat.

  "Get in and get down!" he ordered, looking over his shoulder as Terry barreled his way out the front doors and dove in the van.

  Adrian’s chopper swung low and dangerous over the scattering crowd heading away from fire alarms and gunshots, the side doors open, with Ross hanging out one side and Jackson another. Both were aiming in different directions. His blades stirred up dust, debris, and tree leaves, causing it all to swirl around everyone and just adding to the chaos. He should have been higher, but I had a feeling Ross was calling his movements.

  A woman screamed in the middle of the street when a camo wearing man wrapped her hair around his hand and pointed a gun to her temple, yelling something at a nearby Fed. The guy never stood a chance, because Jackson never missed. One resounding pop, and the man's head snapped back. He hit the asphalt, causing the woman to stumble forward.

  "Who the fuck are they?" Zoe gasped, her mouth hanging wide as she dove into the car beside me.

  "Doesn't matter," Myles growled, slamming the minivan's side door. "Go, Kris... Drive! They won't shoot while this bitch is in this car. She's worth too much." This was a new face, one I didn’t recognize, and he hesitated in his escape.

  I looked out the window to see Victor bursting through the doors, coming to my rescue, as I assumed he would. “Come on Hunter…” I whispered to myself was Victor pulled his gun, a perfect view of the van while being unseen. “Come on, come on, come on.” I mumbled feeling relief when I finally saw him side swiping Victor’s massive frame knocking him and his gun to the ground as we sped away. He would catch hell for that, but he believed in me enough to know that I could handle this.

  The van lurched forward in another squealing of tires, and we bucked over a curb to avoid hitting a few Feds, as well as a small, crying child. The last face I saw was Pop Harris’, who bolted from the garage, giving the van a face filled with hatred and worry. Zoe shifted to the very back seat with Terry, allowing Myles to sit next to me.

  He grabbed my ponytail, jerking it, practically spitting in my face. "You'll pay for this shit, Alyssa," he sneered, holding up a syringe. "You just couldn't do as you were told, could you?" he asked, stabbing the needle into my arm, depressing the plunger. My world blurred completely out of focus into nothingness.

  Chapter 11- Contingency

  "They aren't alone," Alyssa’ s voice reported into our ear as she walked into the train station. I banked around for the third time, trying to not be suspicious but I was nervous as hell, knowing she was in there without the money. "I've got a suspicious looking guy by the employee entrance. Camo jacket, concert tee, and an Ipod."

  "Easy Boss,” Jackson cautioned as I went in lower. “You don’t want them t
o spot us.”

  I nodded, "I've got the minivan making another pass through the drop off zone," I informed. "It seems he's waiting for a command."

  Tink was in my ear, “That’s good hold your position for as long as you can, I want to see who’s around.”

  I stayed close, but listened more intently to Alyssa’s conversation at the drop off point.

  "Alyssa," An accented voice that must have been Zoe Nowak’s greeted her.

  But my girl wasn’t in the mood for games, since she knew that the boys weren’t there. "Where are the boys, Zoe?"

  Zoe was surprised that Alyssa knew her name. “Ah so you have put it together.”

  “Where are the boys Zoe?” She demanded, a hint of her northern accent lacing the words with treat.

  "In due time," Another voice snickered, he sounded like the guy we met on the farm. Myles.

  "And you are?" My girl questioned, another player must have came into the mix.

  "I'm just helping to get what's coming to us," He answered as if her situation were a joke. I was interrupted from my eavesdropping by commands from Kristen. “ Adrian see if you can get a look at that driver. We need a name for that face.” I did as she said taking the chopper around the station again, trying to maintain the same flight pattern.

  My ears alerted back to the conversation when I heard tension.

  "Listen, bitch..." Zoe threatened, but from the sounds of it Myles interfered.

  "Show us the money, and we'll bring the kids in.”

  Alyssa was arguing, "It so doesn't work that way with me. I need to...see what I'm paying for, or this meeting is over. You can take your chances with other...people."

  Myles was pissed, "I'm not fucking stupid, Alyssa, I know this place is fucking surrounded."

  "Then let's cut the shit” She snapped back, "I've got what you want, and you've got what I want. I want to see the boys...now!"

  "Yes, but what you don't seem to realize is that you're coming with us," Myles let out a sick laugh, his own plans interfering with our own. "Consider it...insurance on getting out of here we clear?"

  Victor’s voice came into my headset. “He has a gun, but I’m not that far.” He informed, but reassured at the same time.

  “Don’t let her out of your sight for a second, Vic.” My dad ordered from his spot in the parking deck.

  "I'm not going anywhere until you release Juan and his friend inside this fucking station,” There was my girl.

  But that bastard Myles was persistent. "You're coming. Grab that fucking bag, shut your fucking mouth, and walk."

  There were loud pops coming across the street and my head whipped in that direction seeing smoke coming from other sides. "I've guns in the park!" Cam yelled. "Take them down! Take them down! Someone get to Lopez, now! Don't let him get caught up in this shit..."

  Jackson went into action, leaning into his rifle getting ready to shoot. "I've got an asshole making their way through the crowd, Cam," Jackson announced. "He's heading straight for that senator."

  "Take him down...shoot to wound only, J” Cam ordered. "I've got that minivan pulling up front!"

  It was Alyssa’s whisper that made me feel uneasy. "Leave it,” Was her last order before she let out a sigh, "I'm off the radio, Hunter, go…"

  “Alyssa, no!" I growled. “Grayson, Victor, stay on her. Tink pull up a map of the station and tell them where they need to go. Don’t lose her.”

  “On it Adrian.” Tink assured her fingers typing and I could hear the girls going crazy in the background.

  There was static over the headset as I tried to listen on the whereabouts of Alyssa, communication was going out like hell. “Macon…..” Tink’s voice came in barely audible, her words mixed with the sound of white noise.

  “What’s that I can’t hear you Tink?” Ross called out the door of the chopper in looking over the panicked crowd searching for a sign of Alyssa. There were no explosive’s out there, just noise and smoke, an effective distraction nonetheless.

  “Check your frequency,” I hissed flying lower than I was legally allowed to, looking for her.

  Kristen’s voice came through the headset, “Liam….downstairs…main floor south entrance.” It was surrounded by static but it was something my dad could understand at least.

  Doc’s voice filled in after. “Danny…south entrance, side door.”

  I felt a sense of relief that members were en route to her. “Victor stay on her.” I begged hoping he could hear me, his own radio silent.

  There was too much static in my ear to get any type of communication from the men on the ground though there was screaming beneath me, I sorted through the crowds looking for the tan van.

  “Everyone switch to a local frequency.” I ordered in frustration.

  “But we’ll lose Tink and the girls.” Ross argued but did what I said. It took only a few seconds for all of the ground men to do the same.

  “You hear us Macon, Danny? Do you see them?” Jackson asked after taking out a guy that was holding a gun to a civilians head.

  Macon’s frustrated voice boomed in. “Tiny Tink must have confused the mapping or something, because all of us have the south entrance covered, and we don’t see her anywhere.”

  “What?!” I yelled.

  My dad was just as confused. “There is something wrong, we must have missed them.”

  “Find her,” Ross ordered maiming one of the guys so that Cam could question them later.

  Victor finally found us on the local frequency, “You guys are on the wrong end, they’re at the west entrance, getting into the fucking van!”

  I moved the helicopter, Jackson having to hold on for dear life. “Do you have a shot? If you can’t get the driver, get the fucking tire or some shit.”

  “On it son, she isn’t going anywhere.” he promised. Then I heard scuffling “What in the hell are you doing Grayson!?” He asked just as I came into sight.

  The van was screeching away and Hunter was on the ground picking himself up and helping Victor on his feet. “Fucking crowds,” he apologized.

  “Well, she just got away!” Victor yelled in the set.

  I started to bank and go after her, but Ross and Jackson stopped me. "Boss, don't even fucking think about it," Ross warned as the van that contained my Alyssa sped away from the shit down below.

  "I get it...I really do. But our chance to get her is gone now. If we follow them, they may kill her. She's strong as shit. Let her go for now. It’s not how we wanted it, hell we fought for it, but luck wasn’t on our side this time."

  "Goddamn, son of a bitch!" I growled, wanting to fucking punch someone or something. Anything.

  "We’ll get her back. Now, your dad said land," Jackson said, pointing over to the garage where Alyssa’s car was parked along the far wall. "Set this thing down over there. Cam is giving you clearance."

  "Tink!" I barked over the radio going back to the frequency they were on.

  “Something went wrong with the patch,” she answered immediately. Her voice almost robotic.

  “I need to know what went wrong.” I demanded setting the chopper down. I powered her down as Ross and Jackson piled out to run to my dad, who had just emerged from the stairwell.

  Once she was off, I scrambled down to join them.

  "Fucking smoke bombs," he hissed, shaking his head. "every last one of them was a diversion tactic! Nothing but fucking smoke!"

  "Casualties?" Ross asked him and everyone on the radio.

  The calls back were two C&K men dead, several civilians injured from trampling and assaults, and two C&K men injured and in Cameron's custody.

  "Dario, Victor, and Jeff...get your asses to the top level of the garage, ASAP," my dad ordered into the radio, and they all grunted with acknowledgment. He pointed his finger to me. "As soon as they get here, you'll stay close, wait for Tink's word, and you can pounce when she says so. There's a small industrial airfield not far from here. You can store the chopper there for now. Take the SUV that Macon d
rove, stay low, stay connected." He pointed to Hunter and Jackson. "Hunter...Cameron's going to have to explain this shit, so you'll help him. Jackson, you'll come with me to question those two men that survived."

  My dad grabbed my arm, pulling me closer. "She didn't take the fucking money, my guess is they'll head to that house, but it's several hours drive. Son, they knocked her out as they drove past me, so they'll need a place to cool off before the last leg."

  "Fuck," I hissed, shaking my head as I ran a hand roughly through my hair. "Knocked her out...how?"

  "Something in a needle. Now...I think your best bet is to start north, lag back a bit, but be fucking ready for whatever happens, okay?"

  "Sir," I sighed with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, glancing up at Dario, Jeff, and Victor as they double timed it across the parking lot. I had planned to wait for her, because the thought of going home without my girl and those boys made me sick. So it was time to get to work. "Vic, take the keys to the SUV from my dad and meet us at the industrial airstrip just across town. Jeff, Dario...you're with me. We're hanging low in town until we hear from Tink. Load up," I ordered.

  "Sir," they all grunted. Dario and Jeff jogged to the chopper, and Victor took the keys from my dad.

  "Son..." My dad stopped me one more time with a grip to my shoulder. "She's tough. Give her a chance, okay?" he requested, and I nodded as he spun on his heel, barking into the radio, with Jackson on his trail. "Riley, I want those two suspects in a room, now! I have questions!"

  I looked up at Vic, who was waiting for me. "Let's go," I muttered, going back to my chopper. "I'll guide you into the airfield."

  "Sure, Adrian," he answered, his voice subdued, but I knew he was worried.

  I listened intently over the radio as different men checked in, calling an all clear. Macon called the garage safe, Cam called that the inside of the station was now clear of smoke, but all trains and people were being routed elsewhere, and he stated that the senator was now safely away and in the custody of his own security. I could already see the story they were going with: an attempted assassination on a political figure by an unstable militant group. It was easy, but certainly far from the fucking truth, I was pretty sure these idiots intention wasn't to kill Lopez, considering they'd used smoke bombs, instead of explosives.