Chapter 193

193 Fletcher

The city was bustling with cars and people, which I was quite sure that they were looking-just wondering why there were three black Cadillacs moving through the streets of Las Vegas. I wouldn’t blame them, to be honest, as it was obvious that something was going on since there were so many agents from the F.B.I and Secret Service agents coming out of every building we drove past.

I looked out the window as I could see a man standing out of a balcony who had a pair of binoculars hanging from around his neck as he was watching us drive by. He seemed to have a strange expression on his face as he watched our cars go by. I didn’t get much of a look at him though.

We continued to travel through the streets to what seemed to be hours, or perhaps maybe thirty minutes, before we slowly began to diffuse from the city. Mountains took up the stature of cities, and now there was only a house that occasionally appeared as we continued down the road.

“How tall do you think this apartment could be?” September asked, and I shrugged-quite unsure of the answer myself. “Pretty tall,” I answered, and September nodded as if she was disappointed with the answer I gave. The engines roared at the speed that we were ripping through the streets, being in the situation it was.

The world could be saved by the quickness of these vehicles, but what was going to happen when we arrived? Was it going to be bad? I couldn’t help but think that something might go down.

It felt like forever before we finally made it into the city and arrived at our destination. The conga line stopped abruptly, and agents poured out of their cars, their weapons ready to unload bullets at any given time. “Check your stuff!” one of them ordered, and other agents repeated in a sound of an echo.

I checked my weapons: loaded and ready.

My wand was hopefully charged, but being what my luck is-pretty sure not. “You ready?” Nikki asked, and I nodded confidently but also hesitantly, because we were about to enter into an unknown situation.

“Alrighty then, follow me,” one of the agent said, putting on his helmet before he returned to his weapon. Agents began to make their way towards the door, which opened up before we got close.

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We quickly ran up the stairs, and once we were on the third floor, I began to get nervous. This was the first time we were going to enter into a secret hideout-or so we thought it would be-but now we were going to go inside of it. It was quite dark since it was nighttime, and everyone began to walk towards a door that led outside, but I could hear voices.

We looked at each other nervously before we proceeded to open the door with a click of our weapons being ready. “Clear!” one of the agents shouted, as another one made a certain gesture, and soon enough a flashlight lit up the area.

We rushed through the area, agents turning their heads to check every area but there was no one there. No one that was even hiding at the least. “Are you sure Dr. Fletcher is here?” Tisiah muttered as he took a deep breath, making sure he didn’t smell anything. “This is strange.”

“Why?” I asked as we made our way into a hallway, seeing nothing but empty rooms with furniture that had been broken down. “Because, how is it that you find him here and then-I completely forgot.”

“What?” I asked nervously.

“It’s underground! We need to get to the basement!” Tisiah shouted, alarming all the other agents immediately, and they started to run towards the stairs. I hurried behind them as well as the others did behind me, making sure I wasn’t left behind.

The agents rushed down the stairs as they checked every room on their way down; left, right and even the ceiling if possible, looking for any sign of life but they didn’t find anything. Finally, we reached a large door which was marked ‘B’ for basement. One of the agents pushed the door open and led us inside the basement room where there were all these crates in piles which covered every part of the room with only a few beams of light shining down from the ceiling. There were wooden boxes everywhere, which seemed to contain some type of papers or some other thing that was worth more than money-and they were all full.

“Whoa,” I muttered, looking at the sight of these, as everyone began to walk through them, but no one seemed to know what they were doing here.

“Where is Dr. Fletcher?” Tisiah muttered impatiently, as we started to make our way through the boxes and crates in which he had been hiding all of his belongings. There were various items in here from clothing to books and all sorts of other things. But as I was walking, I could hear faint-very faint-noises. Footsteps, perhaps. They seemed to be running very fast indeed, and it was only a matter of time before they rushed up the stairs.

I got my gun ready close by me, my heart now starting to feel a bit of fear pumping through my veins, but I told myself not to be scared because I needed to show that I was a real spy. The footsteps sounded closer now as I continued to make my way through the crates and boxes in which Dr. Fletcher had hid himself away from everyone’s prying eyes, but I kept moving forward as I tried to ignore all these noises that seemed to be coming up from behind me and all around me.

“What is this?” Tisiah asked as he took something out from a crate that seemed to have been marked ‘F’ for Fletcher’s name on it.

But as he did, the footsteps got louder-and I suddenly stopped, scared, unsure-not even wanting to move a single bit. I turned around slowly, my eyes barely meeting the stairs.

The footsteps got louder-much louder than before, oh yes for sure, as they made their way up the stairs and down the hall to where I was. They got even louder as I stood there, frozen in fear and unable to move as my legs began to shake uncontrollably as my breathing became heavy and I could feel my heart beat in my ears like drums.

Then, peeking over the corner was Dr. Fletcher guards that looked like assassins. Black helmets with skulls on them, armor as dark as night itself, guns shining their glint over my eyes, and their footsteps as loud as explosions.

“Get down!” I shouted, jumping back and losing my footing, as my heart was beating faster than ever before. It felt like it was about to explode out of my chest at that point, as I fell backwards onto my backside. The footsteps became louder as they made their way towards me while I could feel sweat drip down my forehead and onto my nose and lips.

Agents unloaded bullets through the entire room, shooting the lights, the ceiling, and everything that could possibly be in the way of these assassins, and I heard screaming all over the place from Dr. Fletcher as well as other agents as they ran to get into cover, but there wasn’t enough room for everyone to get under cover fast enough.

“Someone needs to get Dr. Fletcher!” an agent shouted.

“Got that!” I shouted-trying to get my bravery back on track, as I stood back up from the floor, now using the crates behind me as a shield to protect myself from these assassins that came closer and closer with every step they took. They stopped once they reached me and opened fire on me, but I stood strong even though my legs were shaking like Jello.

“You better get outta here,” another agent shouted before I could say anything else, as he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me towards the door as he let his gun go off to help keep the assassins back.

“Wait, we need someone to get Dr. Fletcher!” an agent shouted, and the importance of the mission finally hammered itself inside my head. I needed to get him because that was the purpose of this mission, and this mission wasn’t going to be a success if we didn’t save Dr. Fletcher.

I ran out of the room as another agent tried to make his way back in there but the assassins cut him off at the knees and down the stairs. Assassins that looked like soldiers from Call of Duty were making their way up the stairs, trying to block my way of getting to him. This was bad.

Quickly, I ducked a punch that swung over my head in a rapid succession, before I grabbed the hand of the assassin that was trying to punch me with his other hand and turned around him before I threw him into another assassin and then another one with a body slam before I punched him in the face and sent him flying into a wall.

The other one charged at me with a shout of rage, but I quickly shut it with a quick jab to the stomach, making him drop like a sack of potatoes and causing a small explosion from the force. “Watch out!” another agent shouted as I was about to hit another one in the face with my elbow when he knocked me back and pulled me down onto the ground so we could be safe together.

We rolled down the stairs as the two of us fell down them together in a tumble of bodies. We both got up at the same time and began to run towards Dr. Fletcher, who was cowering against the wall, as he had seen all this action that had just taken place.

“Hands up, and don’t move!” I shouted, but Dr. Fletcher’s eyes were just at me-frozen and in place, not wanting to move, not wanting to do anything that might lead to more harm or harm at all-and I knew that he was thinking about it in his head: “Should I get up or should I stay?”

“Now slowly get up,” I ordered him, “slowly!”

“Okay,” he muttered as he got up from his position with his hands still up.

“Get on your knees,” I said, as he did what I said without a problem; but then he stopped as if he was something else on his mind. He took a good look at me, his hands trembling. I pointed it at him, knowing something was going to happen-something, something.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming quick.

BMO agents.