Chapter Eight -- Witchblade--Storyboard 2

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Date Posted: 22:54:22 10/28/04 Thu
Author: moondreamer
Subject: Chapter Eight
In reply to: moondreamer 's message, "The Ghost in the Machine - PG-13" on 11:11:12 10/07/04 Thu

�God Damn, it was cold!� Jake stamped his feet and shifted from side to side in a futile effort to keep warm. There was absolutely no comparison he could make to a stakeout in California. At least there you never had to worry about your extremities freezing off.

On the other hand it was a lot easier to pretend to be homeless here in the Big Apple; no one saw anything strange in his wearing three or more layers of clothing in an effort to keep warm.

He obviously wasn�t yet at the point where he could call New York home. Not only had his blood not thickened enough to allow him to wear the flimsy leather jackets they all seemed to strut around in, but even with his nightly drinking and inability to sleep he just couldn�t stomach the amount of caffeine that a native New Yorker consumed on a hourly basis.

On the other hand, he mused in an effort to distract himself from just how constricted his capillaries were becoming, could be that�s how they managed it. Get jacked up enough on coffee and then maybe you just didn�t care how freaking cold it was, you just turned yourself into a caffeine zombie.

Jake pulled his jacket collar higher and blew on his hands. He had been waiting for Sara and her partner to show up for over an hour now. He was tempted to say it was a bad call on his part and head back to the dubious warmth of the station, but his instincts told him otherwise. They would show if Sara Pezzini had anything to say about it.

He moved a little closer to the dumpster he was using as a windbreak, and gave thanks for the small blessing; at least the cold kept the reek down. He pulled his knit hat closer down on his head to disguise his appearance* a little more and was rewarded by the sight of Danny Woo�s car pulling up a short distance away from the front of the Rialto Theater.

�All right!� He exclaimed. He wasn�t losing his touch. Now, all they needed to do was wait for Gallo to arrive with his posse and see what shook loose. Putting Pezzini onto Gallo�s location with some Federal intel was a bit risky, but Jake needed to see them interact to remove the last few doubts from his mind.

Jake watched enviously as Sara and Danny appeared to be exchanging idle banter and fresh coffee in the warmth of the vehicle. But that emotion was soon left behind as he could feel the old twitch start in the middle of his back.

He moved down the street to a public telephone, pretending to check for change as his instincts were rewarded once again and Tommy Gallo and at least five others stepped out of the vehicles that had pulled in front of the Rialto.

The group stood for a second in the cold, good naturedly bitching about the weather and taking a quick look around the area before entering the building. Jake gave Sara and Danny a few minutes lead time before he followed them down a back alley.

He held back, watching as they removed some boards away from the back exit door and quickly entered the building. �Uh, oh.� Jake muttered to himself. He thought they were smarter than that.

Illegal entry; no warrant; damn sloppy. Both Pezzini and Woo had been on the force long enough to know better. All Jake could do is shake his head as he realized that he had underestimated the depth of Sara�s feelings towards Gallo and overestimated her partner�s influence over her.

Jake was getting a really bad feeling about this whole situation. He checked his weapon and then carefully entered the dark building just as someone apparently hit the main light switch and he had to duck back into the side shadows.

He walked carefully through the building, intent on making his way to the main auditorium when he heard the first shot. All his bad feelings solidified into action as he came up against a locked door barring his way and tugged on the handle.

Jake swore violently as another shot echoed through the Theater. He pulled harder on the door handle. They had to have come this way, how had it locked behind them?

Suddenly, the resistance at the door gave way and he rushed through the doorway only to be thrown gracefully over an outstretched leg by an unseen assailant. Jake hit the floor heavily, stunned as he looked up into a wall of blackness that seemed impenetrable before finally taking shape.

It was a man, dressed all in black from head to toe. Even his eyes seemed to be black and empty pools as they stared emotionlessly down at Jake. For an eternal second Jake hesitated. His guilt-riddled soul tempted by the implicit promise of peace held deep within those eyes.

But such peace was not for him. Not yet.

In the split second it took Jake to acknowledge and refuse the opportunity before him the man in black had already accurately calculated Jake�s next move and acted accordingly. He stepped on Jake�s gun with his left foot, crushing Jake�s hand beneath his heel. And before Jake could react, a heavy black boot was swinging towards his head.

The pain was blinding. All Jake could think before he gave into pain and unconsciousness was that this had all gone very, very wrong.

*A/N � ok, this was a serious chapter and I kept to it�but did anyone else notice how HARD it was for me NOT to comment sarcastically on Jake�s hair? Something along the lines of him being unhappy with having hat hair? Heh. I must have typed and retyped that 5 times. I�m trying to keep this focused on his point of view and I still wanted to take cheap shots at him. Talk about being possessed! Amazing how TPTB really twisted our perceptions of Jake. Or is it Ian�s revenge�..?

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