forevermore , antonio dawson

three.

"If anyone goes mobile from the house, we're in position for a takeaway." Antonio said.

"O and Ruzek, move closer. See if there's any movement in the house." Voight instructed.

"10-4." Al and Adam approached the house closer, but still at a distance so they wouldn't look inconspicuous.

"Hold up. We got company." Erin announced. They all watched as a guy in a yellow hoodie walked up to the house.

"Who's this joker?" Antonio asked

Ariella watched his movements very closely, and when she watched him pull a gun out of his pocket, reached for the walkie, "Gun!" She shouted. They all jumped out of their cars, grabbed their guns, and ran into the house. Tehy all carefully avoided the guy in the yellow hoodie who now laid dead on the porch of the house.

"Clear!"

"Police!" Erin shouted, running in, "Clear!" She shouted.

"Hoodie's dead," Voight annoucned.

"This one's alive." Jay said.

"Charlie 50-21, emergency." Al spoke into the walkie.

"What? He's gonna bleed out. We gotta put pressure on the wound." Jay told Adam.

"One shot fired by the police. Offender down. Plainclothes officers on scene." Al continued.

"In here!" Erin shouted, and Voight walked into the room, "Cop killers." She showed the bullet.

"Hey, look at this." Ariella grabbed their attention as she dug through a garbage bag. She held up a box of insulin and inspected it.

"What do you got?" Antonio asked and she showed him the box, "Insulin. Somebody was a diabetic?" He suggested. She reached for the bottom of the garbage bag and dumped out the rest of the bag, which was full of empty insulin boxes, "Or not."

"Is there a black market for this stuff?" Ariella asked.

"None that I've heard of." Antonio shook his head, "But you know what?" He held up the bullet up to the side of the insulin box, It's a good place to hide a bullet, though."

"Nice work," Voight complimented.

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"This is Edward Jelko, the deceased street-level dealer. This is Peter Thomas Banfill," Voight stuck the two photos of their suspects onto the board, "The offender, currently baking in a coma over at County. Jelko probably thought like we did that Banfill was sitting on something big, went over there to rip him off."

"These are M995s, Teflon-tipped, kevlar-penetrating rounds. Ballistics has 'em linked to several recent homicides." Antonio passed the bullet around the room.

"And we found 100 of these at the scene." Ariella held up the insulin box, "It's for type R insulin, which is a Canadian designation." She handed the box off to Voight.

"And with any luck, our little surprise visit got the gun runners scrambling, which means they're gonna make mistakes, okay? Eyes open." He looked at all of them, before looking over at Ariella and Erin, "Erin, Ariella, come here a second, will you?" The two of them shared a look, before following him into his office.