Another shooter was attempting to flank Allison. Jackson shouted while pointing, “Kelli! Shooter!”

As Jackson ran, pulling Allison to the ground, covering her, Kelli fired two rounds into the shooter. The shooter was able to get two rounds off, just missing Jackson and Allison. Jackson held her there for a few seconds until Kelli gave him the “Clear!”, then he looked at Allison, “Are you okay?”

Allison's heart was beating so hard that she almost didn't hear him. Then she nodded, "Yeah... you can... uh... let me go now." Despite the firefight being at the forefront of her mind she was abundantly aware of where Jackson's hands were at the moment.

Meanwhile, Miles had just capped another gangster. More police cars were now arriving to bolster their numbers as well.

Seeing that things had gotten out of hand and their intended target was now on their way to a hospital, the leader of the group of shooters ordered a ceasefire. He stepped out, arms raised. Many were surprised to see that it was Milo Castagnacci.

"We're putting down our guns!" Milo announced. "We're surrendering!"

When it became clear the firefight had ended, Allison got up and approached Milo with a look that burned a hole through him.

"You have the right to remain silent..." Allison said with venom in her words.

As the group of men were being carted off to jail Allison went over to Coop as the paramedics were wheeling Daniel off in a body bag.

"I'm sorry Coop." Allison said to him while putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I don't know what to say... Just... I know he's alright. This isn't just the typical platitude... you know what is out there. What I see. It means there's more to life, and now Daniel's..." She knew it didn't help much, but it was something. She looked to Jackson. "I've been getting word that Castagnacci and his buddies were gunning for the sorry sob that Daniel and Coop found in the wrecked car. I'm gonna go to the hospital and wait until that guy is able to talk and figure out just what the hell is going on here. Care to join?"

Allison had also offered the civillian, Nodia, a ride to the hopsital for any help she may have needed, physical or otherwise. The girl did look a little shaken up. Though Allison also wanted to ask Nodia more questions about what had happened.


Freddy and Jessica reached the police station and found it was busier than usual. Something had happened that had a lot of cops scrambling. However, at the moment, Freddy was more interested in speaking with someone about the search for Jessica's brother.

"I remember that case," The middle-aged woman sitting behind the records desk said with a nod. "Dreadful business that was."

"How so?" Freddy asked.

"Well... between you and me... something was fishy the moment the search teams decided to search the old Morton Mines." The receptionist told them. "All of a sudden, a lot of emails were sent out like someone had kicked a hornet nest. And then, before I even knew what was going on, they mayor was here asking questions about the case."

"Why would the mayor be interested in my brother's case?" Jessica asked.

The receptionist shrugged. "All I know is that he and the chief of police had a major argument and that the chief stormed out in quite a fit."

"Is the chief here?" Jessica asked. "Can we ask him some questions?"

The Receptionist shook her head. "Nah, he's busy with this crazy shootout they just had."

Freddy frowned. "Damn. Well." He handed the receptionist a couple bills from his jacket pocket. "Thanks Rochelle."

"Anytime, Freddy! You come back soon! My niece is looking for a good man like you."

"I ain't a good man," Freddy winked and left the police station and started for his car.

"So what? Where are we going to now?" Jessica asked, somewhat annoyed.

"Can't talk to the chief, so let's get the mayor's side in the story." Freddy said.


Mayor Don Baker was sitting at his desk when he heard angry voices beyond his door. Suddenly, a balding man and an angry-looking young woman forced themselves into his office.

"Sir! You can't speak to the mayor at this time!"

"I'm a voter!" Freddy argued. "I pay my taxes... sometimes.... So I should be able to speak to the mayor whenever the hell I want!"

"What is the meaning of this?" Baker asked, surprised. "Who are you?"

"My name is Jessica Nelson," Jessica introduced herself. "And I'm here about my missing brother."

Baker then looked to Freddy, silently waiting for him to answer the question as well.

"Freddy Falcone... Falcon Investigative Services." Freddy offered the mayor his hand but was promptly rejected. Freddy didn't take offense. "I voted for ya, actually."

"Good to hear you have such refined taste in public representatives." Baker said wryly. "Now... what the hell are you doing barging into my office?"

"I want to know why my brother's body hasn't been found. Why the Morton Mines weren't searched when I was told that they were. And why you were so interested in my brother's case." Jessica laid it all out.

Baker smiled a forced smile and offered them both a seat while looking to his receptionist. "Go on ahead, I'll speak with these two for a moment." Then he leaned back in his seat. "Ms. Nelson. I do remember your brother's case. A terrible tragedy. I can only imagine what you're going through right now. But as I'm sure you've already been told: the Morton Mines were thoroughly searched and no sign of your brother was found there."

"If that's the case the search teams would've found an old red PT Cruiser with a dead body in the front," Freddy said. "Yet no report exists for that."

"I have no idea what you're blathering about." Baker said, annoyed.

"I know of an incident involving the robbery of one of Johnny Castagnacci's casinos from a year back." Freddy said. "One of the robbers was shot and killed, and his body was dumped in the Morton mine along with his getaway car. No one else knew about it, but if the search teams had actually been sent out to the mines they would've found it easily. Which begs the question: Why didn't they?"

Baker chuffed. "This is ludicrous!"

"I have it on good authority that it isn't." Freddy said. "And when we went to the police to ask about why no one had been sent to the Morton Mines, we heard you seemed to take serious interest in the case when the search expanded to cover those mines. Heard you and the police chief had a serious row about it as well."

Baker sighed and shrugged. "My family owns the property the Morton Mines are located on. Have since the mines shut down. He called me in to ask for permission to investigate the area. I allowed him, however the land is treacherous so I insisted precautions be taken. He accused me of interfering in police business because of it. It was a simple misunderstanding, and eventually cleared it up. Now..." He stood up. "I have no idea what you're talking about when you say this... car with a dead body has been stashed in one of the mines. Suffice it to say, if there actually was a car the search teams would've found it. They haven't, and I don't appreciate the implications you are bringing to me." Baker then gestured to the door. "So I would like it if you got out of my fucking office."

Freddy stood up out of his chair and nodded. "Fair enough. Sorry to have been a bother." He looked to Jessica. "Come on. This is a dead end."

Jessica glared at Baker before getting up and the two left Baker's office. After a moment, Baker reached for his phone and dialed a number.

"Get someone out to the mine. I fear something may have disturbed it..."

(OOC: Apologies for not posting for such a long time again. I've been having a crappy week. Same goes for Point Break as well, I wish I had more motivation to do anything at the moment, but I'm starting to feel better.)

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