FIC: Surprises VII
7. Hostage Situation
A woman dressed all in black stepped out from the shadows in front of Neal, Peter, and Mozzie.
"Hand over the kid, and no one has to die tonight," she demanded, pointing her gun at Mozzie.
Neal pulled Peter behind him.
"He's not going anywhere without me," he said.
The woman cocked her gun, still pointing it at Mozzie.
"Hey, I have nothing to do with this, can you please stop pointing your gun at me, lady?" the small man demanded crossly.
"You're lucky I don't kill you outright, Dante Haversham," the woman replied coolly, "now, hand over the boy, Caffrey."
"Don't shoot Mr. Haversham, ma'am," Peter insisted from behind Neal, "I'll come with you, but Neal has to come too."
"I know about Caffrey's anklet," the woman informed them, "and unless one of you happens to have something to cut it with on you…"
"I have something that should work," Mozzie announced, "but you'll going to have to let me go get it."
The woman sighed.
"Very well," she replied, "but if I even suspect that you're trying something, I will shoot Caffrey."
Neal flinched as the woman re-aimed her gun, pointing it at his chest. Mozzie hurried back the way they had come, not looking back as he raced over to the stash of emergency supplies he had hidden near the FBI building (Mozzie wanted to be prepared in case Neal needed to cut his anklet and run during "office hours"). He returned less than five minutes later with a knife. Peter eyed it critically.
"How is that going to cut his anklet?" he demanded, "it has a titanium core."(1)
Mozzie smirked.
"This knife has a diamond cutting-edge," he replied, as he knelt down beside Neal and used the knife to cut the CI's anklet.
As the anklet began to beep in alarm at having been cut, the woman's male accomplice stepped out from the shadows and struck Mozzie with a pipe. The con man dropped like a rock.
"Grab the boy, Martin," the woman ordered as she pistol-whipped Neal.
"What about Caffrey?" Martin asked.
"I've got him," the woman replied, "now move!"
~*~
Diana was the first to arrive at the location where Neal's anklet had been cut, nearly tripping over Mozzie in the semi-darkness of the alley.
"Watch where you're walking, Lady Suit," Mozzie growled, clutching his aching head as he spoke.
"Well, don't lie on the ground in dark alleys," Diana retorted, before demanding, "where's Caffrey?"
Mozzie shrugged.
"Last thing I remember is calling Mrs. Suit to find out when she was coming back home," he informed the FBI agent.
It took Diana a moment to recall that Mozzie referred to Elizabeth Burke as "Mrs. Suit", but if Mozzie noticed anything, he didn't call her on it.
"Diana?" called Jones from where he stood at the entrance to the alley.
"It looks like Caffrey didn't cut his anklet willingly," Diana hollered back, "let Hughes know."
"Any chance of getting a ride to the nearest government death trap, Lady Suit?" Mozzie inquired.
Diana scowled down at the con artist.
"Who are you and what have you done to Mozzie Haversham?" Diana demanded.
"If you want to check my neck, go right ahead," Mozzie offered, "I'm not a pod person."
1. I'm making stuff up at this point.
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A woman dressed all in black stepped out from the shadows in front of Neal, Peter, and Mozzie.
"Hand over the kid, and no one has to die tonight," she demanded, pointing her gun at Mozzie.
Neal pulled Peter behind him.
"He's not going anywhere without me," he said.
The woman cocked her gun, still pointing it at Mozzie.
"Hey, I have nothing to do with this, can you please stop pointing your gun at me, lady?" the small man demanded crossly.
"You're lucky I don't kill you outright, Dante Haversham," the woman replied coolly, "now, hand over the boy, Caffrey."
"Don't shoot Mr. Haversham, ma'am," Peter insisted from behind Neal, "I'll come with you, but Neal has to come too."
"I know about Caffrey's anklet," the woman informed them, "and unless one of you happens to have something to cut it with on you…"
"I have something that should work," Mozzie announced, "but you'll going to have to let me go get it."
The woman sighed.
"Very well," she replied, "but if I even suspect that you're trying something, I will shoot Caffrey."
Neal flinched as the woman re-aimed her gun, pointing it at his chest. Mozzie hurried back the way they had come, not looking back as he raced over to the stash of emergency supplies he had hidden near the FBI building (Mozzie wanted to be prepared in case Neal needed to cut his anklet and run during "office hours"). He returned less than five minutes later with a knife. Peter eyed it critically.
"How is that going to cut his anklet?" he demanded, "it has a titanium core."(1)
Mozzie smirked.
"This knife has a diamond cutting-edge," he replied, as he knelt down beside Neal and used the knife to cut the CI's anklet.
As the anklet began to beep in alarm at having been cut, the woman's male accomplice stepped out from the shadows and struck Mozzie with a pipe. The con man dropped like a rock.
"Grab the boy, Martin," the woman ordered as she pistol-whipped Neal.
"What about Caffrey?" Martin asked.
"I've got him," the woman replied, "now move!"
~*~
Diana was the first to arrive at the location where Neal's anklet had been cut, nearly tripping over Mozzie in the semi-darkness of the alley.
"Watch where you're walking, Lady Suit," Mozzie growled, clutching his aching head as he spoke.
"Well, don't lie on the ground in dark alleys," Diana retorted, before demanding, "where's Caffrey?"
Mozzie shrugged.
"Last thing I remember is calling Mrs. Suit to find out when she was coming back home," he informed the FBI agent.
It took Diana a moment to recall that Mozzie referred to Elizabeth Burke as "Mrs. Suit", but if Mozzie noticed anything, he didn't call her on it.
"Diana?" called Jones from where he stood at the entrance to the alley.
"It looks like Caffrey didn't cut his anklet willingly," Diana hollered back, "let Hughes know."
"Any chance of getting a ride to the nearest government death trap, Lady Suit?" Mozzie inquired.
Diana scowled down at the con artist.
"Who are you and what have you done to Mozzie Haversham?" Diana demanded.
"If you want to check my neck, go right ahead," Mozzie offered, "I'm not a pod person."
1. I'm making stuff up at this point.
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