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in low, circling the building. Unfortunately with the
broad daylight, there was little they could do to avoid detection
from the army of police and media that were encircling the school.
Thankfully, despite the outstanding warrant for his arrest (The
Horseman, after all, had killed at least four people and assaulted
dozens of others), none of the cops tried to take a shot. They had
other things on their mind.
Landing lightly, Grady let her off his back and then knelt down.
"Okay, silly rule, but just remember, don't use our names
inside."
Renee nodded and looked out. She could see cops and news cameras
looking at them, and she patted his arm. "You got your cell
phone still?"
"Yeah, its in a pocket on my leg," Grady replied. "Why?"
"Because we need information. Pull it out."
He handed her the phone, and she pulled up the app market. "It's
not great, but I think we might be able to get some info. In the
future, let's get some burner phones to use for this little trick."
Quickly downloading a voice chat program, she put in the phone
number for Action Five news. "I remember it from all the times
she would flash it on screen during The Horseman stories she did,"
Renee whispered, before turning her attention to the phone. "Yes,
this is The Horseman's assistant. No, I'm not joking. I need you to
connect me with Maria Mendoza on scene. Oh for fuck's sake!"
She looked over at Grady, and sighed. "They want proof."
Grady thought, then nodded. "Tell them I'm going to fly a
figure eight over the roof."
Renee nodded and spoke into the phone. "All right. The Horseman
tells me he's going to float up and do a figure eight over the roof.
Ready?"
Grady floated into the air and did a quick but obvious figure eight
and landed. Renee nodded. "Got that on film? Fine, now put me
through to Maria Mendoza."
Renee waited, then spoke again, dropping her voice in a false bass.
"Maria Mendoza? Yes, that's correct. Yes. Listen, we can talk
about that later, but we need help right now. The Horseman and I want
to prevent these children from getting killed. But to do that, we
need to know where the gunmen are. What can you tell us?"
Renee listened carefully, then interrupted. "Hold on. I'm going
to put you on speaker phone."
Holding the phone out, she pressed a button. "Go ahead, The
Horseman is with me."
"The gunmen are
demanding a helicopter with enough fuel to get them to Mexico," Maria's voice came cracklingly
over the speaker. "They say if they do that, they'll
free all but three of the hostages, with the other three to be freed
once they are in Mexico."
"There's no way in hell
those hostages will be allowed to live," Grady said. "What
sort of layout do the cops think the gunmen are in? Where are they in
the building?"
"The police think that they have two classrooms, at opposite
ends of the building in order to prevent the SWAT from taking the
building. They've got three hundred and sixty degree views of the
whole area."
Grady looked at Renee and held up two fingers, then pointed them
back and forth between them. "Two of them, two of us?" he
whispered.
Renee thought it over and nodded. "Deal." She raised her
voice and spoke loud enough for the phone to pick her voice up again.
"Any ideas on what they are armed with?"
"Police aren't too sure, but reports from witnesses of the
gunmen's initial attack said they had at least some shotguns, and two
of them were carrying what might be AK's. Also, Horseman?"
"Yeah?"
"This isn't confirmed, but some of the word on the streets is
that the local bad guys suspect you're not totally bulletproof. The
cops are picking up a lot more gang bangers carrying armor piercing
rounds and larger calibers. I'd assume the gunmen have something like
that too."
"Understood. Thank you, Miss Mendoza."
"Hey, if you two get out of this, think I can get an
interview?" Maria asked suddenly, then sighed. "Probably
not, but it's my job."
"We'll see," Renee replied. She closed the phone call
program, then looked at
broad daylight, there was little they could do to avoid detection
from the army of police and media that were encircling the school.
Thankfully, despite the outstanding warrant for his arrest (The
Horseman, after all, had killed at least four people and assaulted
dozens of others), none of the cops tried to take a shot. They had
other things on their mind.
Landing lightly, Grady let her off his back and then knelt down.
"Okay, silly rule, but just remember, don't use our names
inside."
Renee nodded and looked out. She could see cops and news cameras
looking at them, and she patted his arm. "You got your cell
phone still?"
"Yeah, its in a pocket on my leg," Grady replied. "Why?"
"Because we need information. Pull it out."
He handed her the phone, and she pulled up the app market. "It's
not great, but I think we might be able to get some info. In the
future, let's get some burner phones to use for this little trick."
Quickly downloading a voice chat program, she put in the phone
number for Action Five news. "I remember it from all the times
she would flash it on screen during The Horseman stories she did,"
Renee whispered, before turning her attention to the phone. "Yes,
this is The Horseman's assistant. No, I'm not joking. I need you to
connect me with Maria Mendoza on scene. Oh for fuck's sake!"
She looked over at Grady, and sighed. "They want proof."
Grady thought, then nodded. "Tell them I'm going to fly a
figure eight over the roof."
Renee nodded and spoke into the phone. "All right. The Horseman
tells me he's going to float up and do a figure eight over the roof.
Ready?"
Grady floated into the air and did a quick but obvious figure eight
and landed. Renee nodded. "Got that on film? Fine, now put me
through to Maria Mendoza."
Renee waited, then spoke again, dropping her voice in a false bass.
"Maria Mendoza? Yes, that's correct. Yes. Listen, we can talk
about that later, but we need help right now. The Horseman and I want
to prevent these children from getting killed. But to do that, we
need to know where the gunmen are. What can you tell us?"
Renee listened carefully, then interrupted. "Hold on. I'm going
to put you on speaker phone."
Holding the phone out, she pressed a button. "Go ahead, The
Horseman is with me."
"The gunmen are
demanding a helicopter with enough fuel to get them to Mexico," Maria's voice came cracklingly
over the speaker. "They say if they do that, they'll
free all but three of the hostages, with the other three to be freed
once they are in Mexico."
"There's no way in hell
those hostages will be allowed to live," Grady said. "What
sort of layout do the cops think the gunmen are in? Where are they in
the building?"
"The police think that they have two classrooms, at opposite
ends of the building in order to prevent the SWAT from taking the
building. They've got three hundred and sixty degree views of the
whole area."
Grady looked at Renee and held up two fingers, then pointed them
back and forth between them. "Two of them, two of us?" he
whispered.
Renee thought it over and nodded. "Deal." She raised her
voice and spoke loud enough for the phone to pick her voice up again.
"Any ideas on what they are armed with?"
"Police aren't too sure, but reports from witnesses of the
gunmen's initial attack said they had at least some shotguns, and two
of them were carrying what might be AK's. Also, Horseman?"
"Yeah?"
"This isn't confirmed, but some of the word on the streets is
that the local bad guys suspect you're not totally bulletproof. The
cops are picking up a lot more gang bangers carrying armor piercing
rounds and larger calibers. I'd assume the gunmen have something like
that too."
"Understood. Thank you, Miss Mendoza."
"Hey, if you two get out of this, think I can get an
interview?" Maria asked suddenly, then sighed. "Probably
not, but it's my job."
"We'll see," Renee replied. She closed the phone call
program, then looked at
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