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Blythe walked into work that morning, office empty as he was usually the first one in to make sure he had everything prepared for the day. To him it just seemed like it was going to end up being a normal day.
He set a briefcase down, clicked it open and took out some of the files for today's work on Volchek, because they hadn’t caught the bastard just yet, and he knew they were planning on doing something big.
They just had to figure out what, though. They knew those missing trucks were somewhere, but Shepherd hadn’t located them just yet, but she had been working on it when she was in the office.
He hadn’t had a chance to actually look at those files yet, he had only skimmed through them as of right now. There had been some materials stolen from nearby places on where they had a rough estimate of where those trucks were.
Materials to make a bomb, moreso. He hadn’t skimmed that information, he was just reading about it. It was a lengthy sigh he had let out. With those trucks missing, and the amount of materials stolen based off of the report, it looked like they were building a bomb.
Which would suck, because with that amount? Could set the whole damn county on fire if they wanted too, and that was bad. That was, domestic terrorism level amounts of bomb-making material.
Finau walked in first, nodding in greeting. Blythe handed him one of the five files filled with the same information, and Blythe nodded back in acknowledgement.
“Look through it carefully.” Nathan murmured, looking through the next page of information, waiting for everyone to get in, slowly but surely. Finau was usually here first, making it a point to arrive early, and get work done as fast as he could, just so that he could spend some more time with his family, wife and kids.
Shepherd walked in next, giving him a polite smile and a “goodmorning” as she walked in, took the file, and sat down at her desk, turning one of her computer's monitors on and she got to reading the file.
Besides the point, everyone got in eventually and read through those files, understanding the gravity of the situation right about now. They didn’t know where these trucks would be yet, but they knew they’d probably have a fuck ton of explosives inside of them.
“Everyone read the files, and ready for the day?” Blythe said to the group, looking over the five of them, waiting for either nods of agreement, or words of agreement.
“That’s a shitload of bomb-making material that was made, that’s for sure.” Bell said, just a small off-handed comment meant to have some, comedic quality in it. It was a stretch, that was for sure.
“That’s an understatement.” Mark said in reply, raising his eyebrows at him slightly, Amber just shook her head with a slight smirk.
“Anyways, are we ready to get to work?” Blythe said, raising an eyebrow at the group.
“Yes, sirr.” Amber said, glad to get out from this room. Even if it was funny, it got a little stupidly distracting sometimes.
Later, Blythe was out scoping the last known location of where Volchek was, where they did that SWAT raid and he already knew they were there, meaning that they had had some insider information on the fact they were gonna be there.
He was with Finau, who was glad to get out and walk around a bit and get some nervous energy off him, considering this was a classified operation, he couldn’t tell his wife about any of this right now. Finau was still outside though, so he had no way of tracking him unless he called in something through the radio.
“Finau, anything down there?” Blythe radioed in, looking around. It was oddly quiet, and he had a bad gut feeling right now that something was gonna happen. He looked around with slightly narrowed eyes, trying to decipher if there was anything bad about to happen that he wasn’t aware of.
He waited for a reply from Finau.
He didn’t get one. It was just empty, static. And that was unsettling at its finest, because if something had happened to Finau and he hadn’t been aware of it, something was gonna happen to him.
“Finau, are you there?” Blythe said again, more firm, more commanding, raising an eyebrow slightly before relaxing it as he waited for a reply. He didn’t get one, and that’s what prompted him to start heading outside to go check on Finau.
He didn’t imagine being knocked out with a shovel as his way of finally being held captive for a bit for the first time on this operation, but it happened. As he was walking out, it was a firm hit against the head and it was all black.
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When he finally woke up, it was with more weight than usual around his jacket, which was on his shoulders. He wasn’t strapped down, but he was sitting in some random basement, with no clue where he was.
He shifted slightly.. Okay his hands were bound with rope behind his back, but that was it. He looked down at his jacket trying to see why the hell it was so heavy, and those were blinking lights. Of a bomb.
He had a bomb strapped to him on his jacket. And his hands were bound behind him. He could get to standing up if he moved right, but he really didn’t want to take his chances with that bomb. So he just sat up some more, and waited. They were somewhat trained for situations like these, be calm, don’t fucking panic, and importantly, don’t antagonize whoever has the trigger. They can and would kill you.
It was a good fifteen minutes later, when what he assumed was one of Volchek's people walked into the room with a glare towards Blythe. Shovel dragging on the concrete behind him, which wasn’t exactly a pleasant sound. It was one that made you cringe in disgust.
“What’s with the bomb?” Nathan asked, tilting his head slightly, observing this guy's behaviour. If he had to guess, this guy was probably the guy they had nicknamed Lance.
“Just an.. Experiment.” He said, as he finally stopped walking, the disgusting screeching sound of the metal shovel against the concrete floor of the basement quieting, as Nathan stared him in the eye.
“What experiment?” Nathan said, eyebrows furrowing. What experiment could they possibly be running that involved him having a bomb on him? What were they going to make him do?
He hadn’t heard from Finau before he had been knocked out. But he had seen him slumped over in the SUV, not taken, so he assumed he was fine, just had been knocked unconscious. So he didn’t ask about FInau for now. Focused more on the current situation, and himself.
“We want to send you back to your team with that on. We find any evidence of tampering before it’s turned off, you and your team are dead meat, Nathan.” He said, that screeching of the shovel behind him starting again. He swore it was some weird tactic to get him to answer so that he could shut up with the shovel, and honestly, it was working a little bit.
“Okay. Wouldn’t want to anger the guy with the trigger anyway, yeah?” Blythe said, trying to keep the situation calm as he could feel the tension rising.
He had his phone still, he just couldn’t access it.
“No, you really shouldn’t.” “Lance” said, before finally walking out, at least the shovel wasn’t dragging against the concrete floor anymore, thank god.
He eventually got out of that damn basement, bomb hidden in his jacket that was buttoned up, and shoved into one of the cars and driven back to where he last was. His SUV was still there and everything, but Finau had likely driven back to where they were stationed at headquarters, to update the team on the situation.
When he was finally alone, and no one in sight, he grabbed his phone out and called Mark.
The phone rang a couple times before he picked up.
“Blythe, is that you?” Mark said into the phone, sounding like he was standing up on the other end and putting his phone into speaker.
“Yeah, it’s me. Look, I’m driving back to the station so that they don’t suspect anything, but I’ve got a bomb on me. They do have the materials to make bombs, they just said this was an experiment for something. I’m not sure for what though. I think they want to test the power of their bombs.” Nathan said into the phone, a little rushed but clearly enough Mark, and if the team was listening, they too, would understand.
“Jesus christ- Alright, we’ll be here. I assume don't let anyone else know?” Mark said into the phone, professional, but he could hear the worry seeping through his tone, something Mark didn’t usually show.
“Don’t tell a single soul. And is Finau there?” Blythe said. He could be rightfully worried about the team member that had been there with him, that he hadn’t heard from since.
“Right here, sir. All fine.” Finau said into the phone, and Blythe relaxed a bit knowing that Finau was fine. But he was also driving to the station actively, with an active bomb that he was half sure was counting down right now based off of the ominous “beep, beep, beep.”
“I’ll be there soon, just. Stay calm, don’t panic, don’t let anyone know that this is going on until it’s over.” Blythe said, before hanging up and setting his phone down into the passenger's seat.
This was going to be an eventful next thirty minutes, driving in LA traffic with a bomb strapped on his jacket.
Literally, a living weapon.