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Hanging a ‘do not disturb sign’ on the
door just wasn’t his style. I glanced at Rafferty and I saw he was
thinking the same thing. We both drew our guns.
    I was about to knock on the door when I heard
a muffled cry of pain from within the room.
    Probable cause.
    That was all I needed. I shot the key pad
lock, disarming it in the process, as it returned to its default
setting and then I side-kicked the door busting it open and tearing
the security chain off with it in the process. Rafferty ducked past
me into the room as I swung in after him. In a split second of
realization I took in the grisly scene of the room. Three tall
black men were gathered around the only bed in the room, where they
were systematically cutting up Philippe just as they must have done
to Ahmed.
    The words ‘Police! Freeze!’ stuck fast in my
throat, as the savage eyed men turned towards the door and us with
nothing but deadly intent in their eyes, as they lobbed bloody
knives at us. I ducked to the side of a knife that slammed into the
wall where I had just been and took aim on one of the men that was
pulling a pistol clear of his waistband. I shot him in the
shoulder, but with a grimace of pain, he kept bringing the gun up
and I shot him three times in the chest, killing him.
    The man beside him was running straight for
me and I aimed for his leg and missed. He slapped my gun away so
hard it felt like my trigger finger was almost broken off, as the
gun flew from my grasp. I ducked as his fist plowed into the
drywall where my head had been. I continued on around him and
helped his forward movement by shoving him hard into the wall, but
before I could secure him against it, he jack knifed backwards into
me sending an elbow into my ribs that had me sucking for air and
back pedaling away fast.
    I ducked a wild swing at my head only to find
that it had been a set up for his other fist, which struck me hard
on the cheek bone. I fell off to the side onto my knees, as stars
flashed in my head briefly.
    I saw his leg coming out at my head in a
sideways knockout kick. My rigorous training took over in place of
my sluggish brain. I caught the foot and twisted the leg sharply.
The man cried out at the sudden pain and with the momentum of his
kick at me and my twisting of his leg he turned over and fell onto
his front. I leaped onto him, driving my knees into his back and
knocking him back to the floor as he tried to rise.
    I quickly pinned his one arm with a knee, as
I pulled his other arm up behind him until I felt his shoulder
about to pop. Raferty dove onto his legs helping to further hold
the man down with his weight. Rafferty apparently had dealt with
the other guy at some point in this scuffle.
    I reached for the hand cuffs behind my back
with one hand. “You’re going to face a lot of tough questions pal!
Not to mention a murder rap!” I said, breathing heavy.
    He reared his head back and I was about to
tweak his arm harder to further pacify him, when I heard him chomp
down on his jaw hard. His body began to jerk and spasm beneath us
and then he was still.
    I felt for a pulse, but there was none. I
glanced at his face, turned out to the side, and saw the foaminess
of his mouth.
    He had chomped down on a poison capsule under
a false tooth! Who did that anymore? That kind of stuff went out
with the Cold War decades ago, hadn’t it? Who would kill themselves
in order to avoid capture?
    I heard a groan from the bed and I remembered
the tortured man. I jumped up and went to the bed noticing that the
other man in the room was lying on the floor dead, with a hand near
a fallen gun.
    I looked down at Philippe’s bloody body not
knowing where to start and grimly knew that there wasn’t anything
that could be done anyway. He had but moments to live.
    “Call an ambulance.” I said to Rafferty
anyway.
    Philippe seemed to be coming in and out of
consciousness and I quickly took his gag off. His eyes focused on
me.
    “Philippe this is very important. Can