Flash Fiction Friday, 1/14/11

Here we go :). Just me today. But that’s okay! Look for exciting news coming soon =D.

For the record… I have no clue about police procedures and if this part is even remotely accurate. That research will come later =D.

He stumbled through the door of the police station. He held one hand tightly over his shoulder. He was bleeding, but it wasn’t that bad. “I need help!”

Two officers ran over to him. “Let’s get you some help, sir.”

He shook his head. “First, I need to tell you that I have two concealed weapons on me. Second they took my wife and son. That’s more important than my arm.”

“Who has your wife and son?”

Nick leaned back in the hard plastic chair. “The mob. A guy named Tricky Tio from San Francisco.”

He could see the two officers’ eyes go wide. “Are you sure?”

He nodded as he closed his eyes. “Yeah. We’re WITSEC. I killed his son a few months ago when he kidnapped them the first time. I was a cop there.”

One officer headed towards the desk while the other grabbed a First Aid kit.

“I’m fine,” Nick protested. “You have to go get them.”

“Do you know where they are?”

Tears filled Nick’s eyes behind the closed lids. “No.”

“We’ll get help in here as quick as we can, but we both know that this is probably beyond what we’re equipped to deal with if you don’t know where they are.