You Do What You Have To - 62

 

 

Suddenly the door to the room burst open. Two police officers came in, guns drawn, with Wren right behind them. "Step away from Mr. Payne," one officer called out to Darren while the second one started toward Olivia.

 

"Like. Hell." Darren pressed the blade to Micky's throat. "Lower your guns or he's dead."

 

There was a crash, and the window shattered at the same instant that a shot rang out, throwing Darren backward, blood streaming from a hole in his forehead. Olivia started toward the side door of the room, pulling up when one of the officers fired into the floor beside her.

 

"That was a warning shot," the officer said. "The next one…" He left that hanging, obviously allowing her to draw her own conclusions. "Put your hands behind your head and turn around."

 

Wren was beside Micky even before Olivia did as she was ordered. "You're bleeding," Wren said, stating the obvious. "Hawk." He glanced toward the window as Hawk climbed through it after knocking out the rest of the glass. "Micky's shirt, if you would. I need something to staunch the blood."

 

Hawk grabbed it off a chair, tearing it apart as he came over to the bed. "Are EMTs coming?" he asked one of the officers.

 

"On their way," the officer replied, coming over to the bed. "You did well, Mr. Payne. We should have enough to put Ms Hummel out of business with what you got her to reveal. That, and attempted murder charges, will land her in jail for a good long while."

 

Micky grimaced as Wren pressed a piece of the shirt to the wound on his arm. "I was hoping…" he managed to get out, "that they didn't find the microphone. But how did you find me?" he asked Wren.

 

"GPS on the mike. It had different coordinates than the one on your phone, but we figured it was probably more accurate. Luckily, we were right."

 

"For me, if not her," Micky muttered, closing his eyes against the pain radiating from the various cuts on his body. "Now I have a taste of what Robin went through. Though it's minor, compared to how badly he was hurt."

 

"We have company," Hawk said as EMTs and more officers came into the room. Since Micky was the only one who needed them, the EMTs gravitated his way. Soon they had him to the point that they were ready to take him to the emergency room.

 

"Come with me?" Micky asked Wren.

 

"Yeah. Hawk can hold down the fort, and let Falcon and Robin know what happened."

 

"Shit," Micky whispered, "Robin's going to kill me."

 

"I don't think he's in any position to talk," Wren said dryly.

 

"But I never told him…"

 

"Hush," Wren said. "He'll understand."