title- no title yet- suggestions are welcome

summary- sometimes bad guys are smart, too.

by- sadiekate

A/N- i've actually had this part written long before there was a flashpoint section, just no time to type it up! and also, I've never been to Toronto, so forgive me, if I get something wrong about it. I also don't know a whole lot about explosives.

"C'mon, you really don't want to do this." Gregory Parker spoke into a megaphone.

"oh, yes, I do. You can't stop me." The voice taunted him. The voice belonged to Joe Patrick, who was currently sitting on enough explosives then Toronto ever needed to see. He was also the leader of a group of people who were anti government and liked to wreak havoc wherever they went. So far, they hadn't hit Toronto and Parker wanted to keep it that way. Unfortunely, Joe had other ideas.

"Well, you're right. If you wanted to blow the fuse right now, I couldn't stop you. But I'd really like you to reconsider. Think of all the innocent people who would die, Joe. Women, children, babies. You want to be labeled a baby killer? I don't think you do." Parker taunted him back, hoping to encourage him to come out so that the bomb teams could go in and defuse the bombs.

"They are not innocent! They must repent of their sins to be innocent!" Joe yelled back.

"Well, what have they done? Maybe I can fix it." Parker tried again.

"Sam has a shot." Wordy whispered to to Parker who shook his head.

"Tell him not to take it. I don't want to shoot this guy while he's sitting on enough C4 to take out half the damn city."

Wordy nodded and turned away to tell Sam.

Up on the roof of a building across the street, Sam Braddock lowered his rifle. "Guy is gonna kill us all, you'd think I could stop it." he muttered.

"By killing him?" Jules Callaghan squinted at him in the bright sun. "And if he has his finger on the button that blows everything up, then when you shoot him, we'll all die anyway."

Sam squinted back at her. "Good point," he grumbled.

"Jeez, it's hot today." Jules commented.

"Yup." Sam was already back looking through the scope of his rifle to see if he could get another perfect shot.

"You have people on the roof." Joe came back at Parker.

"Now, why do you say that?" Parker asked. "Is there a reason why it couldn't just be a couple of people on their lunchbreak, watching the commotion?"

"Office workers don't go to lunch with rifles." Joe responded.

"Parker looked up at the building across the street from him. So did Wordy.

"Now how does he see them? I barely can." Wordy said. "Is there someone else in the house with him with binoculars?" They knew Joe didn't have any because they had their own binoculars on him.

"Nope. We did the infared thing. Only one body in the house, his."

Joe spoke again. "My people see your people." he said in a sing song voice.

"Sam, Jules, get down now!" Parker shouted into his radio. He didn't know what was going to happen but they didn't need to be in the line of fire unnecessarily.

Too late shots rang out.

"Bang bang, they're gone." Joe said, in the same sing song voice. "They didn't repent, they're sinners destined for hell."

"Sam, Jules, can you hear me?" Parker shouted into his radio. "You guys okay?"

Wordy began to run toward the building with several officers following.

"Sam, Jules, please come in." Parker tried again. Then he turned to Joe. "If my people are hurt, I'm not going to be able to help you. This is your final chance."

Just then a voice crackled over the radio. "Officer down, officer down! I repeat, officer down! Immediate medical attention needed!"

now, that's a good cliffhanger. who was shot? i can't decide, help me decide! i'm leaning toward one character but i'm not sure yet. Most of this is written in my head, it's a matter of getting in on paper, and then in the computer. sorry so short. i seriously thought it was longer! but somehow notebook pages are not the same as typed, sorry! please review!!