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Jun 22, 2009 18:54:35 GMT -7
Post by Nuala Shannon on Jun 22, 2009 18:54:35 GMT -7
"Will do Big Daddy." She replied softly, watching her back. This time as she walked the streets she felt secure because she had her shield as well as a pair of cuffs. There didn't seem to be many Johns out tonight, causing Nuala sigh. She really wanted to find something about the serial.
About two hours later, a John finally approached her. "Hey there sexy lady." He said, moving up close to her. "Looking for a good time?" She inquired, disgusted with herself. He just grinned, so she motioned for an alleyway for him to join her in. She turned her back on him for one moment and found herself slammed up against the wall and the muzzle of a gun pointed at her temple. "You don't want to be killing Shamrock honey, my pimp won't like that..." She said, hoping Don would pick up the cue.
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Jun 22, 2009 19:09:16 GMT -7
Post by Don Flack on Jun 22, 2009 19:09:16 GMT -7
Don picked up on the distress sign. He ran out of the car with his gun drawn to where Nuala was last spotted . He looked around and saw her in an alley with a man holding a gun to her. Don walked up to the man. "NYPD. Drop the gun, scumbag."
The next thing Don knew he saw what appeared to be a flash of silver light coming to words him. Next, he felt intense burning in his chest. He Dropped to the ground, holding his chest. "Nuala, Help me, ple...." Don lost consciencness as he bleed from his wound.
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Jun 22, 2009 19:24:24 GMT -7
Post by Nuala Shannon on Jun 22, 2009 19:24:24 GMT -7
Breathing a sigh of relief when Don showed up, she watched the perp swing his gun around to face Don. "Get down!" She called out, but it was too late. The scene played out in slow motion as the scumbag fired at Don.
She watched him fall to the ground, and was suddenly torn between the perp and Don. "NYPD on the ground now!" She growled, knocking the gun from the guy's hand. Wrestling him to the ground the best she could in her heels, she cuffed him. "Stay down." She commanded before rushing over to Don. "Don, don't leave me.." She whispered to him, putting pressure on his wound. Taking out his cell phone she dialed 911. "This is detective Shannon, we need a bus at Broadway and 2nd, we have an officer down." She leaned down and could hear sirens in the distance. With her free hand she brushed away his hair. "Hold on Baby, hold on."
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Jun 24, 2009 16:20:33 GMT -7
Post by Don Flack on Jun 24, 2009 16:20:33 GMT -7
The paramedics worked on Don. They encouraged Nuala to ride up front and get checked out herself atthe hospital. On the way to the hospitla Don stopped breathing twice.
"Hurry up, or we're goingto lose this guy" one medic shouted to the driver up front forgetting thatNuala was also up there and heard everything.
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Jun 24, 2009 16:34:33 GMT -7
Post by Nuala Shannon on Jun 24, 2009 16:34:33 GMT -7
Nuala watched numbly as the paramedics arrived, her brain not completely connecting with this whole scene. She was vaguely aware that one of the paramedics ushered her into the front of the ambulance.
She paled as she heard the other paramedic call out that they could loose him. "Manhattan Memorial is closest." She said finally, still not completely cognizant of her situation. "Take a left here..." She directed, even though she was sure that the paramedics knew where each hospital was.
Finally arriving, Nuala was whisked away to a private exam room and Don was taken to the ER.
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