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I’m sorry I’m a bad updater, I’ve just been so caught up in school and sports and moving and I didn’t want to take it out on the stories and make them bad so I took my time and wrote this during study hall while Ms. Benin thought it was my English essay, so HA! I defied a teacher just for all of you!
Chapter 14- Catching the Bad Guys
Don insisted on Charlie bringing Ashlynn back to the hospital to sit with Danny.
“Like hell I’m going to the hospital again!” Ash yelled as the others worked on a quick plan of attack. “I’m going with you guys; I want a piece of Mecosta for myself.”
“Ash, please,” Don begged. “Please just go back to the hospital with Charlie…”
“No!” Ash yelled again, making Don jump slightly. Don dealt with murderers and serial killers and pedophiles everyday and it hardly scarred him. But pissing off Ashlynn Eppes was like going into a lion’s den covered in meat. It wasn’t a very smart move at all.
“Ash…”
“This guy has been messing with me since I graduated high school Don…” Ashlynn said, a little bit quieter. “I can’t let him…”
“Ash, you’re an English teacher…” Don said, putting his hands on his baby sister’s shoulders. “I’m the FBI Agent. I know, I know you want Mecosta behind bars, and that’s exactly what I'm gonna do. But I cant focus on doing that if I’m focusing on my little sister and wondering if she’s gonna get herself hurt or not…” Ashlynn looked down at her shoes and Don sighed. “I almost lost my nephew this week kiddo, and we’ve already lost Mom, I can’t lose you too, Ashlynn, I just can’t,” that was the money breaker. Ashlynn nodded and gave her brother a tight hug.
“Okay,” she finally said. “Be safe…” she said, then walked over to the others. “Good luck you guys,” she said and began to walk out with Charlie and Amita. Larry had taken his own car back to CalSci.
“Hey Ash!” Ashlynn stopped and turned on her heals. “We’ll save a piece of him with your name on it, okay?” Colby winked and Ash smiled widely. Then she turned back and caught up with Charlie as he got in the elevator.
“Why!” Ash interrupted. “What happened, is he okay…”
“Ashlynn, sweetie, he’s fine…Danny’s awake and he’s looking for you,” Ash ran into Danny’s room where the six year old happened to be sitting up in his bed watching Scooby-Doo on the TV.
“Daniel!” Ash squealed running over to her son and hugging him tight.
“Mmmnnn!” groaned a very agitated Danny. Didn’t his mother know she was interrupting TV!?
“Oh thank god you’re okay,” Ash smiled, “You are okay right?” Danny just shrugged and turned back to the show. Ash turned to her father who was in the doorway. “He is going to be okay right Dad?”
“They want your consent to talk to a psych consult about what happened with Mecosta…” Alan said quietly. “He really hasn’t said anything except for asking to eat and watch TV. Everything else is an emotionless shrug.”
Ash shook her head. Her poor baby. She expected having to raise an emotionless and dejected Danny, but not now. She was hoping for another ten or so years of goofy baby Danny first.
“Yea, of course I’ll consent…” she mumbled going to sit with her son and holding his little hand. As Ash went to sit down, Alan turned to the two mathematicians waiting off to the side.
“So where’s everyone else?” Alan asked.
“Colby found credit card reports leading them to Mecosta, so they went to arrest him,” Amita answered. Charlie was looking off to the side, not really focused on his sister and his nephew nor his father and girlfriend. “Charlie, you okay?”
“I feel like there should have been something I could have done….should have done…” Alan went to his son and clapped him on the shoulder.
“Charlie, there is no way, mathematically or otherwise, that could have shown us that anything like this would happen…” Charlie nodded and hugged his father before going to sit with Amita and Ashlynn.
At least Danny was okay.
“God damnit, I know the pass is fucking valid!” he yelled, making the woman’s eyes grow wider. “Let me see the damned computer…”
“I’m sorry I can’t let you do that sir…” but that just made Mark angrier. The attendant was about to cry, but remembered her job and took a deep breath. Think Andrea, the FBI wanted you to stall him… “Why don’t I see what I can do to help you sir…” that seemed to satisfy him and he went to sit down. Just then, another person walked up to the desk.
“Flight 113 to Morocco?” the man asked, placing a pass on the table. Andrea the flight attendant opened the pass and saw and FBI badge inside. She leaned over close and whispered.
“Are you Agent Sinclair?” she asked. David nodded and she sat back.
“He’s over there…” she pointed to the fuming man facing the window.
“Thanks, now just walk into the bathroom or something, just get away from here and don’t look back okay?” she nodded, grabbed her purse and went at a near sprint toward the opposite end of the airport. David then took back his badge and went to sit with his back to Mecosta. Just then, Don and Megan walked into the terminal and stood by the check in desk, both eying Mecosta. When everyone was in position and enough people were away from Mecosta for safety reasons, Colby took his cue to go and sit right next to Mecosta. They glanced at each other, but then both turned away. Luckily, Mark didn’t recognize Colby from his day at the FBI. Colby took a deep breath before beginning.
“Mark Mecosta,” the man turned and looked sharply at Colby. “You’re under arrest for…” but Colby couldn’t get past that part for Mecosta attacked him. David, Don, and Megan all ran in to help Colby, along with two civilians. Megan and David tried to pull the two vigilantes away, leaving Don and Colby to fight with Mecosta. Suddenly, Mark grabbed Don’s gun out of its holster and fired thrice.
The world seemed to stop for the agents as they all watched their friend fly through the window and fall downwards toward the runway below. Even Mecosta froze as he saw what he had done.
“Oh no!” Megan yelled, momentarily forgetting Mecosta. “Don!”