Part 53

Part 53

We’ve been on the run for the past 48 hours and made it safely to the safe house, owned by the organization. We checked over the property to make sure no one has been within the boundary lines, before we made ourselves comfortable. Once inside, half of us went right for the weapons, two went to pack us up nonperishable foods, and two went to contact the organization. Eric, Jerome, Dave, and I went to get the weapons. While we were in the basement Jerome started asking Dave some questions to see if he was the mole. Unbeknownst to us, Dave was placed with the group to dig out the moles from the beginning of this team; needless to say, he’s been with the team since it was organized. He stated that the organization will back him on it, if its needed. Dave stated the only reason he’s telling us, is because he knows who the moles are. I had to ask because it got quiet in there, “you said moles with an “S” so there’s more than one?” Dave looked down at me and told me that the four that’s upstairs are the moles, all four of them. He handed Eric a list of weapons and other devices to get; stated that we needed to get away from them as soon and as fast as possible.

Let me tell yall about Dave, now I know my husband is fine with a capital “F” but this brother right here. He stands about six feet four or five inches, beautiful chocolate skin, his hair is cut short but not too short, and he’s facial hair is well groomed. It’s like he walked out of a GQ magazine, since I’ve met him he has always been on point and sharp as a tack.  Anyway, him being as tall as he is, I looked him up and down, when I got to his legs I was ready to pass out. Bowlegged gentleman are just sexy anyway but he actually has the looks to match his legs. I guess I didn’t notice how hard I was looking at him but Eric took notice and put a stop to my secret stalking.

Okay, back to the story. Everything that Dave put on the list were things that are compact and we can carry without looking out of place. This way the residents of this beautiful Country won’t feel like they’re under attack again, we don’t want that. The purpose is to blend. Not that long after everything was packed in our  bags and things that weren’t helpful was packed in the other bags there were gun shots. Dave threw us AR-15s and two full clips as we were running up the steps. Jerome was the lead, then Eric, me, and coming in the rear was Dave. Once we cleared the space we see all four guys sitting near the computer that we used to communicate with the organization, that was now full of bullet holes. Eric asked what happened and one replied that the Russians tapped into the network, another guy stated there’s no food, they think other agents was there and never restocked. Eric told them not to worry, we had enough weapons and ammo to pack all bags, but left theirs downstairs when we heard the gun fire. He told him to head down there to get them and we’ll run out to get food and a few other things so we can make a device that will connect to the internet so we can send out Morse code signals to the USA. One of the guys didn’t agree with us splitting up. He actually looked terrified to be honest, maybe he wasn’t a mole and Dave was wrong. Then it happens, he stands up, pulls his weapon on us, and told us to have a seat because no one is going anywhere, the other three didn’t budge. Jerome put his hands up, Eric shot at the guy that had the gun from behind Jerome, while Dave pulled me back into the basement.