| Nash Bridges InterActive #3 |
| Nash walked into the SIU, his mind already racing with what could possibly be on the video tape he carried. The man that they were tracking was obviously insane, but Nash was hoping that he just got stupid as well and gave them what they needed to find him. Harvey, Joe, Evan and Michelle all rushed to greet him as he made his way straight to the conference room. "Anything at the scene?" Joe asked expectantly. "Just this," Nash returned, holding the video up in the air. "I almost missed it with all the debris in the house. I've already called the bomb squad to check the place out, but I want one of our guys to follow up." "I'll send someone down," Joe volunteered. "You think that there might be some significance to the location that the bomber picked for the tape drop?" Harvey guessed. Nash shrugged. "You never know. The place was destroyed. My guess is that it was from an explosion." "So this whole thing is about revenge?" Joe asked. "Everything is a possibility at this point," Nash sighed. He glanced back over his shoulder to see that Michelle had fallen into step with the others. "Anything from the vendor who lost his shop of Fisherman's Wharf?" "He gave me a list of possibles, but so far, nothing," she returned deflated. "What about the victims?" he asked. A total of six people had been injured with the second bombing at the Wharf, two of them critically. "They were all regulars at the Wharf," Evan filled him in. "I haven't been able to talk to the two in critical condition yet, but all of the others said that they didn't see any unusual activity around the shop before it exploded." They gathered around the television at the back of the barge as Nash slipped the tape into the VCR. As the tape started, Nash glanced around at the others. The bomber had set up a surveillance camera and captured the SIU team working the scene of the second explosion. "Welcome to the game, Nash Bridges," the distorted voice said, then an image of Nash came up on the screen quickly followed by his name, rank, home address, home phone and cell numbers. "You have a very unique group of people working for you," the voice continued. Then Joe's picture came up, followed by his information, then Harvey's, Evan's and even Michelle's. Everyone shifted uncomfortably. "I wonder if they are worth that meager salary or if they really are up to the task of stopping me?" The video tape switched back to Fisherman's Wharf, then the camera zoomed in on Nash. The camera was too far away to catch his voice, but gestures made it obvious that he had been handing out instructions to his people. "Now the game gets interesting," the bomber continued as the tape switched to footage of an elaborate explosive devise sitting in the center of an empty room. "I have three devises at various points around the city. All of which are activated and capable of destroying three square blocks of our fair city. But, of course I can't leave you without a clue as to where they are located, so here it is." The video camera panned up from the first devise to show the view out of the window, then a second view came up, then a third. "But what game would be complete without a few rules." A black silhouette stepped in front of the video camera. "Number one. All of the bombs are set to go off at precisely three o'clock. That should give you about two hours to find them. Number two. Only one person can enter the room with the bomb. If a second person enters...." The black face leaned closer, taking up nearly the entire screen, and shook his head. "Well. Let's just say we won't have to worry about trash pickup in that area for awhile. And last but not least, number three. The person that enters must be one of your team." The SIU team shifted uncomfortably for the second time as still images of Nash, Joe, Harvey, Evan and Michelle came up onto the screen, then there was a sinister chuckle as the tape returned to the blackened figure. "I wonder which one of your coworkers you consider expendable, Captain Bridges." The featureless head cocked to the side. "Will you have the guts to send one of your people in to die? Or will you take the chance yourself?" He chucked again. "I guess we'll find out at three." As the tape went to static, Nash clicked off of the television and turned to his team. "I guess this guy wants to make it personal," he said, darting a glance around the room. "Harvey, I want you to take that tape down...." he began, but wasn't able to finish when a loud hiss from behind grabbed his attention. He turned just as Harvey made a dash for the VCR. Harvey punched at the eject button, but it was already too late. The putrid smell of plastic corroding filled the air as a white mist escaped the VCR. Harvey sighed as he stood and held his hands out helplessly. "I think this guy has been watching too much Mission Impossible." Nash sighed as well. He would have liked to have hard copies of the three views the bomber had given them, but they were forced to work from memory now. "Okay. Did anyone recognize any of the area's?" "It looked like that first one could be from somewhere in the Presideo," Joe volunteered. All of the views looked familiar, but it was hard to pin point the area that it was coming from. "The one of the bay looked like it could be downtown," Harvey said with a shake of his head. "That won't be pretty." "What about the last one?" Evan asked. "I didn't recognize that one." "I did," Nash said, a worried look on his face. "I've got the exact same view from my balcony." ~~~~~~~~ |
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