Tom Hanson 21 Jump Street Novels & Stories

He reached for the keys, bending low and looking around for any attacker. He steadied his heart beat by putting his hands on his chest and panting heavily. But as he reached to place the key into its abode once again. There was a hooded figure behind him as he looked into the mirror, holding a fat stick. Before he could react, the stick had smashed his head and soon enough, he was spinning towards the darkness. **************

“You have a lot of charges Greg. Molesting kids, dealing with illegal drugs, selling me fake drugs and now killing her mother and running away. They didn’t get justice then. It’s now time to get it!” “Oh! I forgot. Your name is Joe. I hope you rot in hell Joe!” he shouts and throws him to some two cops who are already waiting. “You are under arrest for drugs, selling fake pharmaceuticals, molesting kids and many charges. You have the right to remain silent for whatever you say might and will be used against you in a court of law.” I watch him being handcuffed and swallow heavily. “It’s not yet over Jones.” “It is.” Trey says and pulls me to him, holding me tightly.

But enough about that for now. Back in Tangling, General Han and the two chiefs were in a meeting. Cheif Hodge had come to Tangling to be on site to offer any assistance he could. They had come up with a plan in case Boss Sloan showed his hand. With the connections of both Master Chief Hodge and General Han, they had gotten assurances from the local military base that help was just a call away. They all hoped that this would not be needed, but it was better to be prepared.

I tell Lester even as I examine Hanson. I’m sure Tiago must have left with the rulers for the business trip. We actually don’t expect to see him today. Lester and I drag Hanson to my study. Gunner and Heath, the gammas, come in to join us while we go over our plans again. “So, if you can get me into the control room, then you have no worries about the sensors ratting you out,” Hanson explains to us. “Look, the only problem we’ll try as much as possible to avoid is interruption.”

Hanson finally got up onto one knee, taking in the sight of his partner handcuffed to the chair and the man he thought of as still Larry Matthews, feasting on one of her exposed breasts. Hanson frowned at the sight, not quite sure what to make of it. And who had knocked him out before when he had confronted the hitman in the kitchen. Jill desperately nodded towards a vase on the shelves beside where Hanson groggily stood up, and then nodded back towards Leatherbarrow, his face buried in her cleavage. She mouthed the word ‘Leatherbarrow’ to her dazed partner.

It would do the Northmob Council no good if word got out about it. Hanson was an impatient man, so could not simply sit still and bottle up his frustration. He had already broken so many sandbags! He was nearing the level of a master fighter. In another month when he had completely absorbed the lingering medicinal potency in his body, he would definitely become a master. Nonetheless, the wait was agonizing. On this day, he finally got some good news. Zayn’s new security company was having its opening ceremony and the man would be showing himself. Thrilled, Hanson broke into laughter—this was the perfect time for his revenge!

And he wasn’t going to back off now. “Yes. Miss Jackson had arrived at the house, but Mr. Hanson was very angry. I don’t think he wanted to hit her, but he slammed her head against the pillar and next we knew, we were digging a grave.” Theo had smiled at the man, “And now you are going to do what I say.” Jonathan Gilbert was an honest man, and never played dirty, but when his son needed help, he agreed to help. It was him who had taken Thompson to the precinct to file the report.

Imagining that it could be Sek, as no one else he knew was on campus, he goes to open the door wearing an apron, while wiping the flour off his hands on a cloth. The doorbell rings again and some knocks are thrown at the door, and Theo is apprehensive. It couldn't be Sek, he wouldn't knock like that. He'd hurry to open it before they woke Sebastian. - Good morning. FBI Special Agent Smith and FBI Special Agent Chavez – two men showing their identification, say. - I assume it's Theodore Hanson? - Good morning, yes it's me. Is something going on? - Is Mr. Sebastian Jones here? - He's still sleeping.

I am Jensen Daniels, the biggest name in New York aside from Joseph King. “This isn’t a request Jensen. It is an order. You may run shit in New York but it is because I allow it. I am still the boss here and you will follow my orders while you are here. Do I make myself clear?” I was furious, but I would need Mike’s help if I wanted to take Joseph down. “Fine. I will come for her in the morning. Make sure she is ready.” I turned and stormed out of the room and out to my car. I drove to the safe house that I would be staying at with Lynn. Jacob and Dillion had already gotten the house set up with the help of some of Mike’s men. They had installed new cameras all over the house and the grounds

I said "Go where? Like I said before, Derek will kill you if you show up back on Blood Moon territory. You need to stay with me. Hanson will help us," My mom said "Whose Hanson?" I asked, and the same man who tried to kidnap Rose appeared out of nowhere. I looked up at him, confused "I am Hanson,"