Part 80

Part 80

“I love you too but the next time you’re hit, you need to say something sooner, don’t hide it.”

“I wasn’t hiding it, I didn’t want us to stop, and we were so close to the people that was trying to gun us down. I had a decision to make and made the decision that I thought was best for our three person team. It would’ve been best to lose one life and not all three.”

“We’re married and that means we make executive decisions together. What you think was better for the team, wasn’t. If I had lost you, there wouldn’t have been a reason for me to keep living, and where would that have left John?”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think about it that way.”

I sat up straight and also apologized to John for my selfish decision making. Without notice, he wrapped his arm around my neck, kissed me on the forehead, and started to tell me that he understood why I made the decision, and that love is rare but powerful. I sat there looking at him, wondering if all the good men are here in the CIA fighting for their lives. While looking at the side of John’s face, I was able to see a large green waste truck coming for us from the side full speed.

I yell out, “danger on three.”

Tony punched the gas and slightly turned the wheel as he spoke softly for us to brace ourselves. John and Eric both held onto me making sure that I didn’t get too much of the impact. The waste truck hits the rear of the SUV spinning us several times, as soon as the SUV came to a halt, the doors flew open, and I was pulled out of the back seat and yelled at to run. Eric right behind me, Tony and Stephen running along side of me, but I didn’t see John.

“Where’s John? Where’s John?”

“He was pinned, he’s in the truck. Just keep running.”

I stopped dead in my tracks and headed back to the SUV, “we can’t leave him behind.”

Eric grabbed me, “the SUV is going to explode.”

Freeing my arms from his tight grasp, “more of a reason to help him.”

Running back as fast as I could, I was close enough to see the white in John’s eyes and hear him screaming at me to get back. I wasn’t going to leave him there to die and I sure is hell wasn’t going to let him go by himself. I took one more step and the explosion, the explosion was so powerful that I was thrown halfway down the block. Not because the one SUV exploded, but because vehicles on each side of the street started to explode as well, setting off a chain reaction.

Laying there unable to move, I look up and see Tony and Eric reaching for me. I can see their mouths moving, but couldn't hear anything they were saying. All I could hear is a loud annoying ringing sound. I don't know for sure, but I'm thinking I would've been safer in prison.

Part 79

Part 79

It feels like we’ve been running a lot further than two miles. I’m sweating like I just got out of the shower, dizzy, and my body is starting to give up on me. I have no idea on how to keep this to myself any longer so I cry out for Eric,

“Eric, I-I can’t go any further. I’ve lost a lot of blood.”

Eric runs to my aid right before my legs gave out and I collapsed. My head started spinning out of control, I couldn't focus my eyes to look into his but I knew this wasn't my ending; so I hoped.

"You can't go to sleep baby, you can't. You have to stay with us."

John pushes Eric aside telling me, "this is going to hurt, it's going to hurt so bad that you're going to want to pass out but you have to fight that urge. Do you understand me, you have to fight it to stay alive. If you pass out I can't guarantee that you'll recover, so you have to stay with me."

I nodded my head to let him know that I understood, but in my mind I knew I wasn't ready for what was going to come. John stuffs my mouth with some type of rag, rips my shirt, and digs his strong sausage like fingers in my wounds. He started fishing around for the bullets that conjoined side by side; I could feel his fingers wrestling with my muscles trying relieve me of the piece of iron inside. Eric held my other arm while whispering in my ear that I'll be okay and that we're going to spend our older years on a beach on an island. Not too long after I felt a great release, my body turned from being extremely hot to nuke warm to freezing within minutes.

I don't know when I went down or how long I was out of it, but by the time I woke up we were all in an SUV moving to our next destination. There were two additional men in there with us, both in the front seat; John and Eric was in the second row and I was in the third. In the back with me were several semiautomatic weapons and two boxes with that read "FRAGILE DYNAMITE". I felt like I could've jumped fifty feet in the air if we weren't in a moving vehicle.

"I hope wherever we're heading, we get there soon."

Eric stated laughing and reached his hand over to help me over the back of the seat they were sitting on. He introduced me to the gentleman in the front seat as other agents Tony and Stephen, saying they caught up with them when they carried me out on the sewage system. Come to find out, they weren't the ride we were supposed to get, by the time we got to the pickup location those two agents were already dead.

"How are you feeling?" John asked

"A little sore but a lot better, thank you for asking."

"We will have to change your dressing every few hours to make sure infection doesn’t set in and pump you with fluids each time. The bullets didn't hit any organs and it was an easy stitch job. I'm not saying you're out of the woods yet, you need to rest, and stay out of the way." Tony said, looking back and forth from the rear view mirror to the road.

“Thank you both for your assistance but my life is on the line just like yours, so I plan to help whenever a problem arise. Please understand I’m not trying to be disrespectful or out of line but you four are a part of my life now, I will have your six just like you have mine.”

“I’m not saying if bullets start flying to lay down for a nap. I’m saying if extra movement can be prevented let’s weigh our options.” Tony replied.

“Yes Sir, thank you.” I said.

There’s no point in arguing, but I need them all to understand that when they move, so will I. I will not be a sitting duck, if I’m going to die I want to go down fighting. Eric wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close, forcing me to rest my head on his shoulder. Laying on him excited me, the sweat of this man is mentally toxic like an aphrodisiac that no one has discovered. Reaching my lips to grace his neck, I whispered in his ear that I loved him, and I was blessed with his sweet soft lips on my forehead.

Part 78

Part 78 (Short part, my cell is at 2% Ha)

I didn't knew how hard it was to stay out of sight until tonight. Of course there's not one straight alleyway we can travel, so there's times we have to join the public on the streets. Everytime we had to walk amongst civilians they didn't seem to bat an eye, they went on their way as if we were invisible which is a plus for us. I don't know why I thought we were going to make it to our ride without incident, but as soon as felt my body relax all hell broke loose. Bullets flying in every direction as if we were under attack and cornered. Eric yelling for us to find higher ground. Ducking behind dumpsters, we check door after door but not finding a single entrance into a safe place.

John yells out, but his exit was the opposite of what Eric suggested, but we would be stupid not to go. Running in John's direction, all three of us shooting  where the bullets were coming from. With every bullet that slide through our barrels, a life was lost or a fellow agent was wounded. Damn near jumping down the manhole and into the sewage system,  we make it to the bottom alive but not all of us was well. I could feel warmth and a sharp pain come from my left side. Without complaining, I kept moving trying to keep up with the fellas.

I can feel the blood running down my side collecting at my waistband. There's no time to stop to look, if they catch up to us now, the last thing I'll be worrying about is my current gunshot wound; a bullet to the head seems a lot worse than what I'm currently dealing with. At least this way I have time before I meet my end.

Part 77

Part 77

"We would still need to get out of the Country and with everyone being offered the same reward, we're going to be fighting from the time we pack up to leave until we get on the flight. It's going to be like the war of 1857, the Indian Rebellion. That's not including innocent civilians, we need to think of a safer way." Eric said.

"Sorry, there's no other way. It's through the crowds and over the water. It'll be harder for them to spot us, the weak ones will be looking for the safe way, and it's more of them than your aware of; this is the safest and fastest. I'm the third person he told, so he's giving us a few days before he goes to the next person; but I'm also the last he's giving a time frame. Everyone else will be notified as a group, he's giving us time get out of here before shit gets crazy."

"Why? I know he hates me and thinks I'm the reason Eric wants out of the agency. So, that doesn't add up. Unless we were told after everyone else."

Silence comforted the room while we looked at one another, attempting to process all of the possibilities. I don't know about them, but I'm ready to pack up and go. I instructed John to get what he needs to jump ship and told Eric to make some phones calls to get us out of here. John showed us quickly where ammunition, bullet proof vest, C4, and other guns are located. He said he wanted to make sure we were armed and ready for war, so we can all get to our place so we can pack. Eric interrupted him,

"We don't need to pack. If we can get enough to arm us, we'll be fine no matter where he go. We come up with a Country and we have a place to stay, so that part is covered."

I see that Eric's been setting up an exit plan way before I came along, it's always great to have an exit plan from the agency. We got everything we needed, bullet proof vest on and strapped; two hand guns, a fully loaded, extended clip for the AR-15 with extra ammo and C4 in backpacks. Before we got a chance to open the trap door there was an explosion. An explosion so powerful that it shook the house and cracks started to spider throughout the ceiling and walls. John yells out to head back, and we started running to the end of the corridor, and back through the door of the room we were once in. John opens a panel on the floor and pulls a bright green lever. A large steel door slams shut at the entrance we just passed through, the power goes out, and we're standing there in darkness not knowing if this was a set up by John or if the Old Man threw us to the wolves. After about three minutes of standing in the unknown, blue lights came on exposing John's tunneled escape route.

Allowing him to take the lead, our guns are drawn, and we're ready for whatever comes our way. John starts to jog and we follow closely behind, aiming our guns in front of us waiting for someone to appear in the blue darkness. John came to an abrupt halt looked down the corridor and pointed for us to go up the ladder but took the lead. I assume he did that because he noticed our hesitation, we may be running together, but it doesn't mean we can trust him.

At the top, there's light coming through a circular metal sheet that John didn't struggle to remove. When we reached the end of the ladder we were in an alleyway about four miles away from John's home. Eric pulls out a phone and makes a call to get a ride to meet us. Eric tells us that we are two miles southwest of our pickup location, but we need to stay off the street, and out of sight because we wouldn't be able to blend with our tactical gear and weapons. I guess we'll be cruising the alleyways for the next two plus miles.

Part 76

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."

Part 75

Part 75

The first person on our list is John McClear from Lexington Kentucky. This agent is Anglo-Saxon, blonde hair, eyes as blue as the ocean, and stands about six feet seven inches. John was a sniper in the 19th infantry, which may problematic for us trying to get close to him. It’s said that most snipers know how to blend and can be almost invisible to the human eye. We see them in our everyday ventures into the World, but we can never describe them even if they stood next to us, they’re that good with blending. We found that John now lives in Florida, in the South Palm Beach area. I guess that would be the perfect place for him, given his looks. If he tans nicely, he’ll surely fit in with the stereotype of what a surfer looks like.

Traveling down Ocean Boulevard there’s people everywhere, going towards the beach, leaving the beach; kids with glow sticks, and teddy bears. We came at the right time; there must be a carnival in the area. Which means, right before their last night at any location, they normally let off fireworks that'll muffle the sound of a fight or gunshots; whichever comes first. As we were getting closer to John, every street we cross over, almost immediately someone that's standing on that corner makes a call, right before they take off running in the opposite direction that we're heading in.

"You may want to get ready, we're going to be under fire shortly."

"Then stop the car and pull over. We'll maybe be less obvious if we're walking."

"We'll be wide open with nothing to slow the bullets down. At least this way it'll have to go through the car first before it hits us."

"All we're doing is surveillaning the area, we'll be coming back to do the job, so what's the big deal?"

"Nothing I guess."

He pulled over and we walked the rest of the way. Three miles one way and three on the way back but we were able to gain some insightful intel. There's three plain clothed guards at the front gate, but they weren't armed from what I could see. Four cameras facing the gate from different angles and six embedded in the trees surrounding the front of the house. Our plan will be to come back after two in the morning, go over the wall, and capture our mark for questioning. The only problem is that we don't know if the guards are armed inside, if there are any dogs, or cameras. So basically, we're going in blind. I was okay with that, I just want to get this started. It would be nice if he was the mole,  but the likelihood of that isn't likely. We may end up going through his entire team before we have any clues of the real perpetrator, but que sera sera.

We took our time, we wanted to make sure that we had everything in order, an escape plan as a back up, in case our first extraction
plan fails. A few days later, got the word that the carnival will be here for another month, we don't have time to be waiting around, so we're moving in tonight.

Setting out to get our first mark, it's three in the morning, anger the streets are clear. We were two miles from John's home, Eric thought it was best of we used one stolen vehicle to get here, and one of John's to transport him back. We decided the best thing to do was to look like we're runners, wearing bright reflective colors, and running shoes. Also making it a point to have in ear buds, pretending to listen to music. Instead the plug to the headphones is tapped to the inside of our pockets that we'll end up using to communicate. If we plug them in now there will be a loud interference that'll be deafening to the both of us. Now one mile out, we slow up our pace because we don't want to exhaust  ourselves before we get to our final destination.

Eric breaks off into the neighbors' yard but I keep running so I can do the same but on the other side of John's home. I connect my headphones to the walkie that Eric and I share.

"Alpha to Support." Eric repeated twice.

"Support's ETA, ten minutes."

"Roger that, keep your head low Support."

"10-4."

Part 74

Part 74

During this week we trained our bodies to accept four hours of sleep a day. We know it's not healthly, but dying of a bullet to your head while you're sleeping isn't either so, we weighed our pros and cons, and would rather put up a fight. Each day after the first week was a breeze, we pushed our bodies to the element everyday as if we were on the run already. There wasn't one time that I thought about making love to my man but I also knew that being selfish and not making sure he's please can cause problems between us. The night before the big meeting with the old guy I set out time to pamper Eric and give him the best ride of his life, no pun intended.

Before we knew it, it was noon and the meeting was in an hour. I showered and got ready while Eric kept an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. As soon as I exited the bedroom Eric yells out,

"There's action on the southwest corner. A all black SUV has been coming right for us, with government tags. They're about two minutes before they're at the front door."

We gathered everything we needed and took our places. There was a knock at the door and my heart started racing out of control, there was nothing I could think about to settle my racing thoughts. Eric slowly opened the door, giving the old man enough space to slide through sideways, and following directly behind him was four boxes loaded onto a push cart. Assuming those are all the files we needed in order to start our investigation, I was still questioning if those boxes were filled with files or bombs. I mean, he's old enough not to care if he dies or not, so being careful is my first priority.

Eric checked each box and cleared the old man stating he didn't have a bomb strapped to his chest. What a relief, I can finally breathe. He started giving us the rundown on who to look at first and the reasoning behind it. Hours and hours of briefing, we decided to order something to eat so we can re-energize ourselves for the next round information that we were cramming to learn. After we get all of the knowledge we can hold, we will head out to check our mark.