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  • Sonny closed his cell phone and looked at the time. It would take half an hour to drive to the warehouse. That left a little time to kill before grabbing Bobbie and making a fast drive to the "bust". He had thought it out as he was talking to Macklin.

    He would go in first with his gun drawn and purposely trip, firing his weapon. Bobbie would rush in behind him and put two into the kid, thinking that Sonny had been hit. Bobbie would shoot to kill. She always does. Probably at least one head shot.

    In the aftermath, he would put her in for a commendation for saving his life.
    He had thought it through and looked for any flaws in his plan. As long as they hit the door fast and he didn't give her time to think, her quick reflexes would take over and she would become the hero.

    He might have to take some shit from her about getting clumsy in his old age, but that was just fine. He might be ready to put his retirement papers in soon anyway. It would depend on his cut from their new business venture. Macklin would get half, he would get a quarter and their inside man in the cartel gets the last quarter.

    He interrupted his reverie and looked at the clock. Better get going. Bobbie was in the can and he waited by her desk for her to come out. "Grab your gear. We got a tip on activity at Santiago's warehouse."

    Sonny got behind the wheel of their unmarked unit and they squealed the tires as they left the garage. He hit the lights and siren as they accellerated through the going home traffic.

    "What did the informant say?" Bobbie asked.

    He turned his head to answer so he never saw the speeding fire truck T-bone them in the intersection. The car turned around facing the opposite direction before rolling twice and slamming into a light pole half way down the block.

    Bobbie was unconscious and bleeding from her nose as the paramedics transferred her in the first ambulance to arrive.

    Sonny was trapped behind the steering wheel with a partially collapsed lung. Three of his ribs were broken and one was poking through the left lung. In his right hand was his cell phone with several outgoing texts he was trying to send. He was barely conscious as they used the jaws-of-life to pry him from the car. They intubated his left lung and strapped him to a backboard before transporting him to the hospital.

    When Bobbie was finally released, two hours later, she went up to ICU to find Sonny. He was on a ventilator and heavily sedated. She was told by the nurse he would be in ICU over night at least, and probably a few more days to wean him from the ventilator.

    The nurse handed Bobbie the plastic bag with Sonny's belongings to take with her. Her own pain was beginning to get bad, so she took advantage of the young officer who offered to drive her home.

    If she had looked in Sonny's bag, she might have noticed the message indicator on his phone was lit.

    She might have even wondered who Macklin was...
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