Under Cover by Caitiff

The assignment was almost done and Danny could hardly wait. For months Officer Danny Lorenzini had been working undercover as Danny Shay in order to uncover the XXXX dealings of a local biker gang. He knew something of the biker culture. But Danny had hated every minute of it. To safe guard his cover, Danny often had to go in without back up or a wire. He felt naked every time he met the gang.

At least now he had learned enough o turn state’s evidence and get back to regular police work. All he had ot do was one last meeting to find out where the latest pick up from their supplier would be and hand the info the cops so they could all be picked up.

Danny arrived early to the house the gang used to meet and was surprised that they were already there.

“Hey guys, what’s up?”. Danny said nonchalantly.
“Nothing, Officer Lorenzini”, the head of the gang said with a sneer. Uh-oh.

The gang fell upon him like a pack of animals. Though he struggled, Danny couldn't’ resist as he was trussed up tightly. His hands were tied up behind his back with loops of rope. More rope was used to tie Danny’s feet. Danny kicked, landing his boots in the face of one of the gang. But all he got in return was a kick in the gut. Winded by the blow, Danny could no longer put up a fight as the knots binding him were finished up.

“Gag his traitor mouth”, the gang leader said, “I don’t want to hear him talk.”

Tape was plastered over Danny’s mouth, gagging him. Now bound and gagged, all Danny could do was stare at his captors.

“So do we off this pig?”, one of the gang asked, pulling out his pistol. “Mmmm!”, Danny moaned through his tape gag.

“No. We need to make it look like an accident. And we’re late. The cops are waiting on this guy to tell him where we’re meeting. So we’ll kill two birds and this cop with one stone.”

Danny soon understood when he heard the hissing sound of gas being released. The gas pipe to the old style heater had been broken open. With an evil smile, the gang leader produced a bottle of benzene.

“I saw this on a tv show once. I put this in the microwave in the kitchen. It blows
and ..well you get the point. It’ll look like a gas leak. We’re going to have a little piggy roast.”

“Mmmpphh!”, Danny grunted as he furiously tried to loosen the ropes binding him. “Hahaha!, So long Pig. Put him in the closet”

Danny was hoisted and dumped in the closet where presumably he would be even less able to get way. Danny heard the gang go downstairs and then a minute later the front door being closed.

He didn't’ have much time. Frantically Danny worked to get free. He knew he wouldn't’ be able to untie himself in time. Instead he worked at getting out of the house.

Thank God they didn't’ think to hog tie me, Danny thought as he pushed against the closet door. With a kick, Danny managed to get the door open and began sliding out.

“Mmmmm! MMMMMMMMMPPPHHH!!”, Danny groaned as loudly through his gag as he could. If only someone could hear him.

But time was running out. He would have to try to make it down the stairs and out the door,all while still tied up and gagged. The odds didn't’ look good.

Danny began to inch towards the door. He could hear the microwave running and knew that soon that bottle of benzene would bubble and then spark. The smell of gas was filling the room. The whole house would go up when the microwave blew.

“Hey Dan, where are you?”, Danny heard his partner Roger yell.

“Mmmmm!” Danny grunted as loudly as he could. Roger ran up the stairs and began untying the knots binding Danny.

“Man you’re lucky I ignored the chief’s orders to stay away until you came back.”

“Mmmm! Mmmpphhhmmm!”, Danny grunted. Damn it, he had to be ungagged before he could tell Roger about the bomb!

Getting the hint, Roger tore off the tape covering Danny’s mouth.

“Mmmfff..Owwwww, damn it, go downstairs and shit off the microwave. It’s a bomb!”

Roger wasted no time in doing so. Danny felt a surge of relief as he realised that he wouldn’t be dying today. However, he knew he couldn’t rest easy yet. The gang leader had know way too much about what the police had been doing. Somebody had sold him out.