holster, and
left the strap unbuckled.
Sullivan cleared his head. “I got it.”
Take some deep breaths. She’s an old woman.
She’ll come out quietly.
“Just making sure you’re not having second
thoughts,” Wilcox replied. “That I don’t have to use my weapon on you.”
“Wilcox, shut the hell up for five seconds.”
Mason sighed, “Both of you shut up.”
The right blinker clicked and the squad car’s
wheels turned in that direction onto Sycamore. The apartment building sat ten
feet in front. The bricks on the outside of the building showed their age. The
once bright red vibrancy was now a sea of gray and faded red. Sullivan was
careful with his parallel parking. He parked in between a black Suburban and a
blue Town car.
“Damn it,” Wilcox sighed. “You drive like an old
man.”
“Whatever you say,” Sullivan replied. He pulled
out his Glock from the hip holster and began to inspect it. “Weapons check.”
“Way ahead of you partner.” Mason replied.
“Let’s do this shit.” Wilcox added.
“Remember,” Sullivan instructed, “we are here to
gather Intel. Don’t start shooting unless she pulls something.”
Mason said, “Trust me, we know what to do.
You just make sure to cover our asses.”
“If you two have some predetermined plan then
this assignment is over right now.”
“The fuck?” Wilcox blurted. “I think the real
issue here is if you have something up your own sleeve, pretty boy.”
“I’m just saying. If you two already have it in
your heads that you are going to kill this woman, without gathering any
information from her, then we’re done.”
“Let’s just get this over with, Sully.” Mason
said. He opened the car door, slammed it shut, and began his walk towards the
apartment building. Wilcox followed with eager steps behind him.
The charade could be ended at any time, Sullivan
thought as he followed his two partners into the building. They kept the straps
on their holsters undone, a tactic used by a gunman with shooting on the mind.
His thoughts of killing the two monsters and driving back home to his family
clouded his mind once more.
“Jenna Kaspar,” Mason asked the lobby attendant,
his booming voice heard through the open glass door. “Where is she?”
The lobby attendant struggled, “Ap…apartment 404,
sir.”
Sullivan could see the uneasiness of the boy.
Hell, who could blame him? He had armed men in front of him, after all. If
anything went wrong, who was to stop an Agent from killing him and walking away
home free? All one had to do was say that he was a suspected member of the
resistance and…bang!
Wilcox pulled out his pistol. “You’re not lying
to us are you, kid?”
“N…no…it’s just that Ms. Kaspar has never caused
any problems.”
“It’s because she’s busy plotting against the
government…” Wilcox said.
“DeMarcus,” Sullivan interrupted, “holster that
sidearm.”
“Yes, sir.”
Mason and Wilcox jogged to the elevator, Sullivan
followed at a slower pace behind. His heart raced now. It felt like it would
explode out of his chest. This whole thing stank like a rotten corpse. He knew
the intentions of the shit heads in front of him. He just needed to keep it
together. To do his best to not let the nerves get the better of him. There had
to be a peaceful solution to all this. A way to get that old lady out of
there…alive.
Sullivan fit into the tightly packed elevator. A
sense of claustrophobia hit him as the double doors screeched shut. Mason hit
the number four. The ancient elevator rumbled and shook to life. 1…2… There
was an increase in Sullivan’s heart rate. He could feel the beads of sweat
start to accumulate on his brow. The leader hoped his subordinates couldn’t
sense the nervousness that ate away at him… 4. A light Bing and the two
doors struggled themselves apart before they stopped on either end.
With conviction, Mason and Wilcox exited the
elevator and moved down the hallway in
left the strap unbuckled.
Sullivan cleared his head. “I got it.”
Take some deep breaths. She’s an old woman.
She’ll come out quietly.
“Just making sure you’re not having second
thoughts,” Wilcox replied. “That I don’t have to use my weapon on you.”
“Wilcox, shut the hell up for five seconds.”
Mason sighed, “Both of you shut up.”
The right blinker clicked and the squad car’s
wheels turned in that direction onto Sycamore. The apartment building sat ten
feet in front. The bricks on the outside of the building showed their age. The
once bright red vibrancy was now a sea of gray and faded red. Sullivan was
careful with his parallel parking. He parked in between a black Suburban and a
blue Town car.
“Damn it,” Wilcox sighed. “You drive like an old
man.”
“Whatever you say,” Sullivan replied. He pulled
out his Glock from the hip holster and began to inspect it. “Weapons check.”
“Way ahead of you partner.” Mason replied.
“Let’s do this shit.” Wilcox added.
“Remember,” Sullivan instructed, “we are here to
gather Intel. Don’t start shooting unless she pulls something.”
Mason said, “Trust me, we know what to do.
You just make sure to cover our asses.”
“If you two have some predetermined plan then
this assignment is over right now.”
“The fuck?” Wilcox blurted. “I think the real
issue here is if you have something up your own sleeve, pretty boy.”
“I’m just saying. If you two already have it in
your heads that you are going to kill this woman, without gathering any
information from her, then we’re done.”
“Let’s just get this over with, Sully.” Mason
said. He opened the car door, slammed it shut, and began his walk towards the
apartment building. Wilcox followed with eager steps behind him.
The charade could be ended at any time, Sullivan
thought as he followed his two partners into the building. They kept the straps
on their holsters undone, a tactic used by a gunman with shooting on the mind.
His thoughts of killing the two monsters and driving back home to his family
clouded his mind once more.
“Jenna Kaspar,” Mason asked the lobby attendant,
his booming voice heard through the open glass door. “Where is she?”
The lobby attendant struggled, “Ap…apartment 404,
sir.”
Sullivan could see the uneasiness of the boy.
Hell, who could blame him? He had armed men in front of him, after all. If
anything went wrong, who was to stop an Agent from killing him and walking away
home free? All one had to do was say that he was a suspected member of the
resistance and…bang!
Wilcox pulled out his pistol. “You’re not lying
to us are you, kid?”
“N…no…it’s just that Ms. Kaspar has never caused
any problems.”
“It’s because she’s busy plotting against the
government…” Wilcox said.
“DeMarcus,” Sullivan interrupted, “holster that
sidearm.”
“Yes, sir.”
Mason and Wilcox jogged to the elevator, Sullivan
followed at a slower pace behind. His heart raced now. It felt like it would
explode out of his chest. This whole thing stank like a rotten corpse. He knew
the intentions of the shit heads in front of him. He just needed to keep it
together. To do his best to not let the nerves get the better of him. There had
to be a peaceful solution to all this. A way to get that old lady out of
there…alive.
Sullivan fit into the tightly packed elevator. A
sense of claustrophobia hit him as the double doors screeched shut. Mason hit
the number four. The ancient elevator rumbled and shook to life. 1…2… There
was an increase in Sullivan’s heart rate. He could feel the beads of sweat
start to accumulate on his brow. The leader hoped his subordinates couldn’t
sense the nervousness that ate away at him… 4. A light Bing and the two
doors struggled themselves apart before they stopped on either end.
With conviction, Mason and Wilcox exited the
elevator and moved down the hallway in
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