Chapter 13. Waiting Room
Choking, face stinging, Leslie Murrie was still trying to catch her breath when the captain of the division walked up.
“Report.” Jevv Smith said in a no-nonsense tone. The eyes of the man glittered in the dark, reflecting the flashing lights of ambulance, fire and law enforcement light-bars.
“The unknown male just kicked our asses. The unsub has booby-trapped the waiting room. There were two grenades on the ceiling we didn’t know about. They are visible through the window now.”
“Why didn’t you see them before?” Captain Smith shook his head. “Do you need glasses?”
“Smoke, sir. The room was full of it.” She felt like a child called to the principal’s office. “Military grade and stun grenades like I have never seen. They kept going off.”
“Seriously? Maybe he tossed more in?”
“No sir, definite multiple discharge from a single grenade.”
“Never heard of such a that.”
“Same here, until tonight.” She nodded. “But the casings are in there. There were two kinds of flashes I think, but all were effective.”
“Okay, Sergeant. Head over to the EMS stations and have them check you out, you look like you have chicken pox.” Captain Smith looked her face over.
“Yes, sir.” She touched her face and winced.
“Find him, I want his ass. Use your dogs.”
“Yes, sir.” Stephanie Holmes said and walked off to her team.
“Cry havoc!” She whispered as she walked with purpose to her mission, then into the microphone of her radio. “Let loose the dogs on this son of a…”
Listening to the radio, Officers Archer, Easton and Martin brought the dogs to the front door of the lobby and made a quiet entry, the dogs noses sniffing out in every corner of the room for a scent that might help in tracking the unsub.
Bomb specialist Oscar “Os” Greene moved through the K-9 units, declaring the room clear of explosives. His hand-sized remote-controlled camera, his spy on mini-wheels had discovered one more grenade set to roll out into the middle of the mens room when they made entry. The unsub did not leave lethal weapons behind, but it was all a delay tactic.
Captain Smith got the report that the waiting room was clear, the teams were making entry into hallways and both directions in the stairwell.
“Report.” The voice of the Chief echoed in the mobile command center. “Where is Captain Smith?”
“Sir, he will be right here, we called him to the command post.” The blond woman said. Chief Whiting recognized her from the department baseball team. “Crush” If he remembered, for how hard she hit the ball with a bat.
Captain Smith walked up to the Chief and the two men exited the command post to sit inside the Chief’s car where Captain Smith apprised him of the situation. Chief Whiting sat and nodded while Jevv described the three layers of protection, the distance they had pushed public and press back.
“No one that we do not know can cross anywhere without being spotted. He is inside, even if he is hiding on the roof, we will have a helicopter with a mini-sun in a few minutes. There is no way out.”
“Good job, Jevv.” The Chief nodded. “Do we have it narrowed down where he is?”
“Reports of shooting in dispatch, we have three teams, one team each heading down the two elevators, one team making entry from the stairwell. He has nowhere to go. We will get him.”
But despite the best efforts and the arrival of the helicopter overhead, the mountain man with the flintlock was never found. The only evidence he left of his entry was a bar code from a cereal box and tatters of paper from a string of firecrackers he dropped as a diversion during the smoke screen.
No other damage was obvious. The only damage to the building was the massive twin lead slugs that broke the bulletproof barrier and the officer shot by one of their own.
In the days that followed during the investigation, they discovered the hardcopy records destroyed in the most secure area of the department.
The man was a ghost. The HR Department reproduced new records from the mainframe, no other damage could be discovered. It was curious way the paper products in the cabinet of Human Resources had become dust over a weekend.
Lucky they had a computer system to fall back on.