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Trespass	By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 2004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Trespass � Chapter 2.
Dutch was stunned for a moment, frozen in shock, he was mesmerized by the black opening of the gun barrel which was pointed at his face. He slowly looked up, careful not to make any sudden movements; the man standing over him was dressed in black and wore a black ski mask. This last fact made Dutch feel a little better, if the perpetrator was covering his face, hiding his identit wit was more likely that he�d make it out of this alive.
"Jesus alright I�m moving." Vic Mackey�s pissed off voice sounded outside the door, and suddenly a second masked man pushed him into the room at gunpoint.
"Looky here we�ve got two for the price of one." The man with Vic laughed.
"Hmm that makes things more interesting don�t you think." The man holding Dutch at gunpoint replied in an amused voice.
Taking a steadying breath Dutch decided to get on with this, the sooner these two got what they wanted the sooner they�d be gone. Shit it was bad enough that this had to happen at all, but for it to happen when Vic was staying with him justjust perfect. He slowly pushed himself up so he was sitting up in the bed, his open hands held out in front of him, palms facing the man nearest to him in a placating gesture,
"My wallet�s on the dresser over there, I think there�s about $40 in it that�s all the cash in the house, but my credit cards are in there. The TV, video, DVD player and stereo are downstairs in the living room, and my mobile phone and car keys are on the counter in the kitchen. Just take what you want and go."

He informed them wanting this over and them out of his house as quickly as possible, he just hoped that Vic had the good sense not to antagonize them with any of his testosterone fuelled macho bullshit.
"Oh don�t worry we intend to take everything we want, but you see what we want wasn�t on that neat little list of yours." The gunman nearest to him stated, his voice still sounding amused.
Dutch frowned, confused he didn�t understand what this guy was going on about, and there was something about the amused, smug quality of his voice that sent a shiver up his spine. Dutch suddenly got the feeling that this situation was about to get ugly fast, he glanced in Vic�s direction and saw his concern echoed on his tense face. Turning back to look up at the masked man by his bed he asked,
"I don�t understand, what is it that you want then?"
"Don�t worry you�ll find out soon enough." The man replied as he stepped back, keeping the gun trained on Dutch the whole time. "Get out of bed�slowly. We don�t want any sudden movements, any misunderstandings that�ll lead to my gun going off now do we."
Left with no choice but to do as he�d been told Dutch slowly pushed the comforter away from his body and swung his legs out of the bed, slowly standing.
"Good boy, now move over there," The man used the gun to indicate that Dutch should move over to a space between the bedside table and the other wall. "When you get there turn and face the wall, use you�re hands to lean against the wall with them above your head and open your legs. I�m sure you know what I mean hmm�assume the position as they say on the cop shows."
Dutch hesitated glancing again at Vic.
"Hey!" The man shouted at him, sounding irritated, "I said get over there, now move!"
"Ok, ok I�m going." Dutch assured him, moving to the spot the man had indicated and turning his back he stood as he�d been told. He didn�t like not being able to see what was going on, and he felt horribly exposed somehow standing like that. He heard the other gunman speaking to Vic,
"Right you turn around and put your hands behind your back. Slowly and no sudden movements, be sensible like your friend over there or else you�ll be dead."
There was a pause and then the sound of a fist hitting something solid, a muffled grunt coming from Vic. Dutch began to turn his head wanting to see what had happened, but was stopped when he felt the cold metal of the gun barrel pushed hard up against his temple.
"I didn�t say you could move, face the wall, now." He was told a jab of the gun against his head emphasising the last word. Biting his lip in frustration Dutch did as he was told, and returned his gaze to the pale lemon wall in front of him. However, he felt better when he heard Vic calling the gunman who�d hit him a,
"Stupid son of a bitch."
"Watch your mouth, or you�ll get another slap. Now when I said hands behind your back slowly I meant slowly�now do as you�re told." The man nearest to him told Vic. "Right that�s better." Were his next words, Dutch felt relieved that Vic was being sensible and not getting himself into any more trouble.
"Come on hurry up and tie his hands, I want to start the game." Dutch�s captor impatiently informed his partner.
So Vic�s hands were being tied behind his back Dutch figured, wondering why his hadn�t been. He also wondered what had been meant by "�the game."
"Done." Vic�s captor said.
"At last." The man next to Dutch huffed.
Dutch felt a hand grab the back of his tee shirt at the neck and pull back on it,
"Alright stand up straight." He was instructed. Feeling the neck at the front of the shirt being pulled tightly across the front of his throat he quickly complied, relieved when the hand was removed and the material of the shirt ceased to cut into his skin. "Turn around and keep it nice and slow."
When he�d done as he was told Dutch saw that his suspicions concerning Vic were correct, his arms were drawn behind him and it was obvious that he�d had his hands tied together. At least he looked alright, whatever the blow that he�d heard being inflicted on Vic was hadn�t left a visible mark or drawn blood which was a relief. Dutch still hoped that whatever was going on that he and Vic would get out of it relatively unharmed. Deep down Dutch felt a little guilty that Vic was here at all, if he�d kept his mouth shut earlier Vic would be safely asleep on Shane Vendrell�s couch. Of course he felt even guiltier when he realised he was actually a little glad that Vic was here, at least he wasn�t alone with the two intruders.
There was a strange moment of silence as the four of them regarded each other; it was Vic, who finally broke it,
"What do you want, why don�t you just take the stuff and go?"
"Like I told sleeping beauty here," The perp by Dutch replied, his voice once again taking on that amused tone. "We aren�t here for money and videos."
"What then?" Vic asked again.
The man by Vic laughed,
"Go on tell them, I can�t wait to see their faces."
The man by Dutch, who seemed to be the leader of the two men, moved slightly so he could see both Dutch�s and Vic�s faces at the same time. Pausing for a second he finally began,
"Well see it�s like this the four of us are going to play a little game, now the name of this game is screw or die. Here are the rules, they�re pretty simple really, and two smart guys like you should have no problem understanding them. See first I�m going to fuck sleeping beauty here and then when I�m done my friend there is going to fuck him, and he�s going to let us, because if he doesn�t the tough guy over there gets his head blown off and we fuck him anyway. Now you�re probably wondering why we don�t just do that anyway, but you see we find this more amusing and a good game should always be amusing don�t you think? Of course you have to get a prize if you play by the rules and that prize will be your lives, if you cooperate you both get to live, if not then bang!" As he said this he aimed his gun at Vic and mimicked firing it.
Vic�s response was immediate,
"Fuck you you prick!"
"No actually it�s fuck him," The first gunman replied, nodding his head in Dutch�s direction.
He then turned to the gunman next to Vic and nodded, the man immediately shoved his gun under Vic�s chin pushing his head up at an uncomfortable angle. Turning back to Dutch the first man merely said one word,
"Strip."
Dutch�s mind was in turmoil, panic welling up inside him. He couldn�t believe what he�d heard, Jesus what was he going to do. He turned towards Vic their eyes locked.
"I said strip." The gunman�s calm voice sounded again.
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