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warned. He wasn’t taking any chances. One wrong move and he was sure to put a bullet right between the detective’s eyes.
    Stone slowly reached and removed his backup gun from the small of his back and tossed it down into the sewer water. In a blur, Stone came back up and grabbed the rifle. The M-16 went off as the two men fought for control of the gun. Stone kneed Ghost in his groin area forcing him to let go of the rifle, but before Stone had full control of the gun, Ghost landed a quick left followed by a right that stunned and dropped Stone off impact. While down in the sewer water, Stone felt around until he reached his 9mm. He rose up and opened fire on the fleeing target.
    POW!
    POW!
    Stone quickly hopped back up to his feet and ran down the tunnel in search of the suspect, but stopped when he reached a fork in the tunnel. “Fuck!” he cursed loudly. He had no idea which way the suspect went and no longer having a flashlight would only make matters worse. After doing eeny, meeny, miny, moe in his head, Stone decided to take the tunnel on the left. He jogged about a half a mile through the tunnel before finally giving up. He was so close to catching one of the violent bank robbers, but he let it slip through his fingers and to make matters worse, his clothes were ruined and smelled like a bowl of shit.
    * * *
    Stone hopped back up onto the platform from the train tracks with a defeated look on his face. He knew he was so close to bringing down one of the violent bank robbers, but now he would have to start from scratch. He had fired several shots at the gunman and silently wondered if any of his bullets had found a home in the target.
    “Detective, are you alright?” a uniform officer asked.
    “I’m good,” Stone said, as he walked pass the uniform officer and headed straight towards Captain Fisher.
    “Stone please tell me that you got that bastard?” Captain Fisher asked and then frowned when he smelled Stone.
    “Nah… Sorry captain, he got away,” Stone answered. “What about the Camaro ? Did y’all catch the driver?”
    Captain Fisher shook his head no. “When they found the Camaro it was empty. I have a few of my men dusting it for prints now.”
    “I give you my word that I’m going to catch these animals,” Stone promised. On the inside, he felt bad about letting the gunman get away, but something inside of him told him that he would definitely be running into the violent bank robber again.
    “Stone you’re one of my best men,” Captain Fisher said seriously. “I know you did your best back there and that’s all that matters.” He patted Stone on the back.       “Now go home, get cleaned up and try to enjoy the rest of your night.”
    Stone climbed behind the wheel of his car and headed home to his apartment. Pictures of the gunman in the Bill Clinton mask kept replaying repeatedly in his head. In his mind, Stone saw all the mistakes he had made and vowed that the next time him and one of the gunmen crossed paths, the outcome would be different.
    When Stone made it inside his apartment, the first thing he did was remove his stinking clothes and head straight to the kitchen, where he poured himself a drink. Stone downed the liquid fire in one gulp and then quickly refilled his glass. He looked over on the counter at his 9mm and a part of him felt like he had let everyone down by letting the gunman escape. The more Stone sipped his drink, the more his mind began to wonder and the more his mind wondered, the more he began to think about Dana. Right now, he could really use her company. Stone reached down in his pants pocket and found out that his phone was ruined. He finished his drink, jumped in the shower, and then headed out the door to get a new phone.  

Chapter 11
    Regroup

    D ana paced back and forth in the dining room of the house where everyone was supposed to meet up. She looked around and saw Randy and Dougie sitting at the table with long worried looks on their faces.