Hard Boiled – Episode Two: The Roof is on Fire 1.45

Meanwhile on the docks…

“Is that the last of ‘em.”

“Yes sir. Rodriguez is tagging the last one.”

“Damn that was a lot of guns.”

“Yeah, but they’re off the streets.” Detective Grant Douglas muttered to himself as he took one last look around. The warehouse was still crammed with crates and boxes but he was confident the reason he was here was safely being loaded into the Evidence Truck. The last of the forty two cases of guns were being hefted by two fellow police officers into the truck. A loud thump echoed in the warehouse as one of the officer’s grip slipped and the crate of weapons dropped heavily onto the floor of the truck.

“Rodriguez, careful man!” the other officer cursed.

“He’s right Jason,” Detective Douglas began, “We have no idea what those things are capable of, but...

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Hard Boiled – Episode Two: The Roof is on Fire 1.44

The morning dawned gray and dingy. Low-lying clouds blocked out the majority of the sun, cloaking the city in a blanket of shadows. The nights seemed to be getting increasingly longer, and it was by no means the result of the changing of the seasons. They were barely breaking even out there and the effort was beginning to wear on Aaron. Not so much physically, but mentally. They needed an edge, but with each of them going in their own direction, despite the loose-knit confederation they had established, they just couldn’t manage to get that one step ahead. Maybe it was time to call in a few markers…

Aaron pressed the intercom, “Susan, could you put a call through to Rex Midas for me?”


The com-link emergency beacon screamed in his ear with the equivalent of the cry of a thousand eagles...Read More

Hard Boiled – Episode Two: The Roof is on Fire 1.43

The wind was unusually strong as the tuxedo clad man leapt from the train and hit the ground with an almost silent thud. Enry draped around him, leaving only those white eyes peering out of the darkness. A fog horn carried over head, an echo riding in the wind. The waterfront was generally a brisk place. The lines of warehouses acted like wind tunnels with the breeze off the lake. On a good day, it might be enough to knock a man off his feet. A few moments and another one passed by.”Welcome to the Garrison City docks,” he said to himself softly, “twenty-four hour service.”

Sticking to the ground, Capin made his way toward pier 42. A large cargo ship had pulled up alongside it. Aside from a handful of men heading up the gangplank the scene was rather quiet. He moved in for a closer look...

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Hard Boiled – Episode Two: The Roof is on Fire 1.42

It had been like this for god knows how long. The cowl peeled itself back from his face and Capin rested his skull back against the cool steel work high above Garrison city. The lofty breeze halfheartedly worked to push off. His eyes closed, and he let a soft sigh get lost into the wind. Somewhere down below the sounds of sirens echoed down the streets, bouncing their way up the buildings until they were a faint whisper in one of his ears.

His eyelids peeled back open when the dispatcher starting calling all available units to the latest break out between two gangs through the transmitter in his other ear with less than a whisper. He heard all the words but none of them sank in. They were barely treading water. Every night the city burned hotter and darker and longer...

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Hard Boiled – Episode Two: The Roof is on Fire 1.41

The Sleepwalker crouched forty-feet above a roaring stream of nighttime traffic. Cars streaked below him like burning insects. Wind and rain rattled the traffic cameras under his feet. Water pattered against his black poncho as he watched the trucks that slowed to take the Murphy-Lindberg Highway Bridge to Garrison City’s industrial district.

A few days earlier, he’d been nursing his wounds after being chased down by three – THREE – unmanned Predator gun drones and one disturbingly attractive assassin of Eastern European descent with a penchant for chain whips.

“You named her?”

“Owww. Not so loud, Sil. How do you turn down the volume on this – oh, wait, here it is. Yeah, I did. What, you’ve got the name she gave you. It’s not like her M.O. is terribly common...

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Hard Boiled – Episode Two: The Roof is on Fire 1.40

Eddy was sitting on the roof, holding his watch in his hands. At precisely 6:45 a.m., Aaron appeared in front of him with a box of donuts. Eddy clicked the button on his watch into place and looked up and smirked. “Let me guess,” Aaron said, though he didn’t get a chance to finish the sentence.

“Yeah,” Eddy interrupted, “had to set my watch. Figured this was the easiest way to make sure it was accurate.”

Aaron smiled. He was relieved in some part to see at least a hint of the old Eddy back in action.”You do realize you’re not as funny as you think you are?”

Eddy shrugged. “I entertain me… what more do I need?”

“I guess you’ve got me, there.” Aaron looked around the empty roof. It was easy to see why Eddy would choose the Hamilton Building for a meeting.

The roof was the highest in Lexi...

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Hard Boiled – Episode Two: The Roof is on Fire 1.39

The Previous Day…

It was nearly two in the afternoon before the last of the reporters that had camped out in front of his brownstone finally gave up the ghost and left. Kaye had spent the night at Melody’s and Aaron had warned them both to keep a low profile until the press found something else to occupy their time. With the coast clear, he slipped into his beemer and headed to the office.

True to her word, Jenna had an inch-thick file sitting in the center of his desk by the time he arrived. Aaron quickly scanned the information, committing key bit to memory, and paying close attention to the several photographs. He had just tucked the file safely away when Jenna Fairchild walked through the side door to his office...

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Hard Boiled – Episode Two: The Roof is on Fire 1.38

“Jamie pick up. Look, I’m sorry. With everything that has been going on lately, I was just being a total ass, and I realize that. Please pickup. I am so sorry,” The answering machine beeped as it reached the end of its allotted time. “Damn it,” Corin swore as he hung up and threw the phone hard into the cushions of the couch. He felt incredibly stupid for the way he treated Jamie last week. All the signs had been there for years, but he was too consumed by med school or work to notice. He just wished he could have the word co-worker back. The whole situation had made his life a living hell. Most of the female staff was extremely cold and the other was just plain ignoring him. Corin stared at the floor for a few minutes...

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Hard Boiled – Episode Two: The Roof is on Fire 1.37

Stefan kept looking to the rear views expecting to see that freak in the US flag. “Damn fascist bastard” he screamed as he punched the dash three or four times just adding to the damaged look of the van that seemed to be stereotypical for punk gangs like his. Whenever he turned a corner the van would wobble and if not used to driving POS’ like this one it would have probably rolled over a couple of times.

Driving into the New Bridge District he made the prearranged figure eight drive that let the watchers look for a tail, and to make sure that the occupants of the van were really who they should be. After that he drove down the alleyway and quickly turned into the buildings dock, which was quickly closed behind the van.

Stefan had to blink a few times since the lights were triggered to...

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Hard Boiled – Episode Two: The Roof is on Fire 1.36

Capin hunched over the lip of the building. He could feel the cape anchoring into the brick around him. A brightness to rival the sun fell against his face, but it gave no heat. No warmth. But that was the Golden Strip, a glowing black hole. Down below him it seemed hundreds of people passed each other heading out of one casino and into the next, some walking away with some sense of vindication, most simply depositing paychecks. Even at this hour, the traffic barely slowed. Churches would kill to see the kind of foot traffic on a Sunday that one casino on the strip saw on Tuesday at 3:30 in the morning.

The Geisha Palace was no different in any of those respects. Sweaty chips changing hands, the heavy smell of alcohol blown on a pair of dice, they were all the same...

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