Number Five
Three days after Tom's incident with the terrorists in E2 and Tom was sat in his maths lesson in period 3 on a Friday Morning. His phone began to ring so he pulled his discretely out of his pocket only to find that it wasn't ringing. Then he pulled out his work phone to find a picture of NCIS's resident forensic scientist, Abby, on the front.
Despite the fact that he was not supposed to answer the phone during lessons he knew that this was a call he could not miss. He hit answer and put the phone to his ear. "Abby?" he asked.
"Tom, Tom, Tom. You'll never guess what I found," she yelled energetically.
"Abby, make this fast, I'm in the middle of something here," Tom encouraged.
"I got a match," she replied simply.
"Really? On who?" Tom asked shocked.
"Terry," she replied.
"Mr Lewis?" Tom asked to clarify.
"Yep," Abby replied.
"K, thanks...and Abby, no more Caf-Pows, you are way to hyper," Tom replied before hanging up.
"That was rude, Tom," his teacher replied.
"Sorry, work – if I miss a call then they get very annoyed for a long time," Tom apoligised as Mr Lewis walked in.
"That's a third phone," Theo noted.
"Your point?" Tom asked, reaching behind him and shutting the door before kneeling down next to his bag and gripping hold of his gun.
"That means you have three phones, you didn't need two," Flavio continued.
"I need at least two," Tom replied. "One for social and one for communicating with my work!" he added with emphasis on the last part in order to get Mr Lewis' attention...It worked.
"Where do you work Tom?" Lewis asked.
Lewis was middle-aged but was already showing signs of baldness with his hair line being about halfway back along his head. He was wearing a navy blue blazer, a white shirt and a black tie and black trousers.
"Here, there, where ever NCIS need me really," Tom replied, standing but hiding his gun behind his back. "And we have images of you placing a bomb aboard a US aircraft carrier, and you were also responsible for the terror attack upon Newton Abbot Library."
"NCIS and the NSA hid that extremely well," he cooed as he reached into the cupboard behind him and wrapped his fingers around the butt of his pistol as well as a Frag Grenade.
Before he could get the gun around Tom had his up pointing towards his head. "Don't even think about it," Tom snapped while gripping a small probe from his pocket.
"What are you gonna go, shoot me? We're on English Soil genius, you can't kill me," Terry replied.
"Don't need to kill you," Tom countered. "Just shoot you in the knee cap and wrist to ensure you don't kill yourself."
"What?" the terrorist asked confused, but before he could react he had a bullet in his knee cap and in his wrist.
A white swirling vortex appeared beneath him while Tom sent a text message to Gibbs telling him that a prisoner is on his way. All the while Mr Lewis was screaming like a little girl, unfortunately for him, he was screaming in a soundproff room.
Despite the fact that he was not supposed to answer the phone during lessons he knew that this was a call he could not miss. He hit answer and put the phone to his ear. "Abby?" he asked.
"Tom, Tom, Tom. You'll never guess what I found," she yelled energetically.
"Abby, make this fast, I'm in the middle of something here," Tom encouraged.
"I got a match," she replied simply.
"Really? On who?" Tom asked shocked.
"Terry," she replied.
"Mr Lewis?" Tom asked to clarify.
"Yep," Abby replied.
"K, thanks...and Abby, no more Caf-Pows, you are way to hyper," Tom replied before hanging up.
"That was rude, Tom," his teacher replied.
"Sorry, work – if I miss a call then they get very annoyed for a long time," Tom apoligised as Mr Lewis walked in.
"That's a third phone," Theo noted.
"Your point?" Tom asked, reaching behind him and shutting the door before kneeling down next to his bag and gripping hold of his gun.
"That means you have three phones, you didn't need two," Flavio continued.
"I need at least two," Tom replied. "One for social and one for communicating with my work!" he added with emphasis on the last part in order to get Mr Lewis' attention...It worked.
"Where do you work Tom?" Lewis asked.
Lewis was middle-aged but was already showing signs of baldness with his hair line being about halfway back along his head. He was wearing a navy blue blazer, a white shirt and a black tie and black trousers.
"Here, there, where ever NCIS need me really," Tom replied, standing but hiding his gun behind his back. "And we have images of you placing a bomb aboard a US aircraft carrier, and you were also responsible for the terror attack upon Newton Abbot Library."
"NCIS and the NSA hid that extremely well," he cooed as he reached into the cupboard behind him and wrapped his fingers around the butt of his pistol as well as a Frag Grenade.
Before he could get the gun around Tom had his up pointing towards his head. "Don't even think about it," Tom snapped while gripping a small probe from his pocket.
"What are you gonna go, shoot me? We're on English Soil genius, you can't kill me," Terry replied.
"Don't need to kill you," Tom countered. "Just shoot you in the knee cap and wrist to ensure you don't kill yourself."
"What?" the terrorist asked confused, but before he could react he had a bullet in his knee cap and in his wrist.
A white swirling vortex appeared beneath him while Tom sent a text message to Gibbs telling him that a prisoner is on his way. All the while Mr Lewis was screaming like a little girl, unfortunately for him, he was screaming in a soundproff room.
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