Part 76
The walkie went silent, the only thing I could hear is the grass crackling under my feet and my heart racing out of control. When I found a section of the wall that was not occupied by cameras and low enough for me to look over without touching anything, I knew this would be my entrance point. Scaling the wall, I come face to face with the opening into the side yard, where there's a stone walkway to a side entrance ending with French style doors. Before taking another step, I equipped my side arm with a silencer custom made for my Glock 19. Not only does it muffle the sound, it splits the bullet before exiting the barrel. It helps damage the bullet in a way that even if they could put it back together, it wouldn't give them a clear match. The victim wouldn't make it no matter what, even if they get to the hospital in enough time, the surgeons wouldn't be able to repair everything at once.
"Alpha to Support."
"Go ahead."
"The alarm is off, enter sixty seconds, I got high, and you have low."
"10-4."
Counting down, I checked the door and it was locked. I pulled out my kit so I can gain entry without breaking anything and causing attention to ourselves. As soon as I hit five, the door slightly opened, and my heart is beating 100 miles a minute. It's not fear though, it's pure adrenaline and excitement. Stepping in, gun drawn, I glance across the room, and see Eric looking back at me. He motions where her wants me to move first. In my head as I'm going in and out of rooms, I keep reminding myself to make one low clicking sound so Eric will know I'm okay, and that I'm clearing the rooms; he does two clicking sounds to let me know his rooms are clean and he's okay.
I cleared the first floor and basement; when I reached the foyer, Eric was standing at the top of the steps motioning for me to come up, and giving me one click to let me know he located our mark. Eric on one side of the door and I the other. Listening to see if there was more than one voice, but we could only hear John. Assuming he was on the phone we waited for him to hang up so we could question him here as long as we could without interruption. If interrupted, we'll execute our plans to vacate the premises.
Twenty minutes into his conversation we knew exactly who he was talking too, the older man that sent us on this mission. The problem is, by John's side of the conversation it seems he was offered the same deal, so now we have a bigger problem on our hands. As soon as John exited the conversation, we slowly walked in, guns drawn, talking to him calmly as if we were invited in.
"We're going to need to you keep your palms up until I finish explaining while we're here."
"Let me guess, Grandpa sent you."
"He did, he gave us everyone's file and told us we had a mole feeding information to the Russians."
"Slimy old bastard." John said with aggression and fiery.
"Listen John, Eric and I would rather talk to you without pointing our guns at you, but we can't do that thinking you're going to kill us."
"Kill you? Kill you? I was planning in my head what beach I want to escape too before the two of you came in, uninvited I should add."
Eric lowers his gun and holster it, I do the same. John stands and starts walking towards us telling us to follow him. He leads us to the basement then through a secret door that was located within the bricks. The room was the size of his master bedroom with all types of arsenal, maps, and computers. He went to the very back of the room and told Eric that he needed to turn on the computer so his palms wouldn't be visible. Without being instructed, I walk around first to check the area before allowing him out of sight. He told us that the guns are all over but don't keep one near that computer because it has a lot of important data and he only uses it when his guards are on campus. Giving him the go ahead, he pulls up the CIA's database. John showed us the log of who was in the system making changes and the time.
"Grandpa is the one, he's the so called mole. He's turning us all against one another, if you know like I know, you'll skip town with me. We can form our own alliance and anyone that has half of a brain will seek us out."
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