| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK> |
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| Subject: | Good Night, Goodwright |
| Date: | Tue, 7 Apr 1998 01:59:50 +0100 |
>>>>>[lynch get over here please
hurt bad
juani
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-- DSgt S Goodwright <00:43:35/04-07-59>
Miami Police Department Limited
*****PRIVATE: Achilles
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Lynch crashes through the door, the MP-5PDW seeking a target. The small
apartment shows the signs of a short and nasty gun battle. A slim arm is
visible, streaked with blood, and Lynch with a palpable effort forces
himself to check the place is clear: before moving to the kitchen where
Detective Sharon Goodnight lies bleeding on the floor, shot four times
in the chest, her sidearm (a SIG-Sauer P249 automatic) mockingly out of
reach of her bloodied hand.
She's wearing only a blood-soaked nightshirt, no armour, no protection:
and she's sprawled in a veritable sanguine lake on the kitchen floor,
not moving.
"Sharon. Can you hear me?"
"...knew you'd get here in time."
Lynch snaps his medkit - an olive-drab milspec version, not the usual
civilian model - out of its pouch and cuts away the synthcotton, starts
spraying foam bandages over Goodwright's wounds. "Don't talk, just
listen. Nod if you can hear me."
Goodwright nods once, slowly.
"Outstanding. Listen, you're kind of a mess, but I'm going to fix you
up. You're going to make it. You understand?" He sheds his leather
gloves, pulls on a pair of surgical disposables, sets to work.
The MPD detective nods weakly again.
"Do you know who did this?"
A weak nod.
"Okay. One word. Be careful saying it. Can you say their name?" Lynch
asks, moving the medkit to Goodwright's neck. From the display, he's
administering intravenous Corazine and a dosage of Muranatiline that can
only be called "heroic": but given the woman's terrible wounds,
desperate treatment seems indicated.
"Rezar. Juanito-"
"Enough." Lynch moves her into the recovery position, does what he and
his medkit can to seal off the awful exit wounds. "That's a'll you need
to say. Look at me. Sharon, you're going to make it. Nod if you can hear
me. I said, nod if you can hear me?" She doesn't move.
Lynch resumes his work with what might almost be desperation: it's at
once obvious he's no novice at trauma care, and he's putting forth all
his skill, calling for DocWagon and reading off the woman's account
number without missing a beat. The paramedics arrive within minutes,
reinforcements in his furious battle to save Detective Goodwright's
life.
It's a good fight, and they almost win.
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They declared her dead at the scene, about 0124A. I'm heading back. Pack
up to move, that location's going to be compromised: too much attention
on me right now. Had to talk to the cops and the DocWagon guys, no
problems yet but that won't last.
Get me a fix on Rezar. I want to know where that imitation of a human
being is going to be tomorrow.
Because I'm going to kill him.]<<<<<
-- 1Lt J R W Lynch <01:30:45/04-07-59>
*****PRIVATE: Dogpatch Archive
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Lilith lowers her AK, relaxing, as Lynch walks into their hotel room.
His face is splashed with blood, his hands crusted with it. Dark, dried
blood, not his; he glances at it, flexing his fingers slowly, before
carefully removing the surgical gloves.
"Jason? You okay?" his wife asks.
"She's dead." Lynch carefully, methodically unloads the MP-5PDW and puts
it away in the black holdall.
"Goodwright?" The mercenary simply nods, storing the submachinegun's
magazines as well. "Killed?"
"Rezar."
"Okay. You're sure?"
"Her last words."
Lilith slides to her feet. "Then we have work to do. I'll talk to the
Feds." She leaves Lynch sitting staring at the splashes of Goodwright's
blood on his wrists, above the glove cuffs. Muted conversation in the
adjoining room, then Kreutz follows Lilith back inside.
"The man's easy to find." Kreutz sits beside Lynch, reaches into the
SIGA agent's jacket and finds the cigarette case: lighting one and
handing it over, Lynch accepting it numbly. "Rezar's testifying tomorrow
morning, #2 Courtroom, the DiMarchenti case. He should finish by noon
recess. Don't do anything stupid, Jason."
"You know me, Bernie."
"That's exactly what I mean. Maybe we should handle this. We've got ten
days left, and we can still cover it with Achilles. Not hard to show
we've got Sanction."
"No. Rezar knows I was there, it'll be in the DocWagon and MPD reports.
He doesn't know you, but he sure as hell knows me, and I want him to
know who's killing him and why." Lynch draws hard on the Marlboro.
"Thanks, Bernie. No, it's got to be me. You kill him, it's a major
diplomatic incident, UCAS Feds in Miami Murder Rampage. Doesn't matter
how filthy Juanito is, you kill him and it's official business that
would make the hotel shootout look like a tea party. If I kill him, as
long as I get away then it's another Notorious Agent Lynch rumour for
the kooks to chew on, and Rezar's too dirty for Carib to defend much.
Show me a prosecutor who wants to quote the Oliver Stone Foundation as
admissible evidence in court." Lynch sighs heavily. "Once in a while,
high profile works _for_ you."
"I see the logic. What should we do?" Kreutz asks.
"Be conspicuously absent. You guys need to stay a little clear on this,
Bernie, you got careers after Achilles to worry about. Two weeks from
now you're normal Feds again, you don't want an ongoing State Department
investigation into the murder of a foreign law enforcer hanging over
you. We'll handle Rezar.
"We need you to search his boat that morning, you'll find what we'd
miss. Then be seen somewhere well clear of the Central Courts. Go to his
precinct house, ask to see Rezar, tell them you think his life might be
in danger too and you'll wait for him to get back."
"Yeah. That could be fun." Kreutz smiles coldly. "Just don't miss the
sonofabitch, Lynch. I don't like law gone bad and I don't like him
wasting good air."
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-- Lynch <01:55:43/04-07-59>
