Chapter: 3 Cars, 1 Trailer Truck, 50 Guns
Las Vegas, Nevada
The sun, the 4.5 billion year old sun beat down on the city with no signs of giving up. Humidity at an all time high, barely breathable, and barely livable.
There was tension, and if you couldn't feel it you could hear it. The quiet. The soundless. The calm wind.
"ATTENTION CIVILIANS, EMPLOYEES, AND OTHER PERSONNEL LOCATED IN THE LAS VEGAS CRIME LAB." The voice blared over the loud speaker at the Las Vegas Crime Lab.
"THIS IS AN EMERGENCY EVACUATION. WE NEED ALL COROPERATION. ANY REFUSUALS TO LEAVE THE BUILDING WILL BE HANDLED BY LAW ENFORCMENT OFFICERS. CLASS FIVE PERSONNEL AREARTHORIZED TO REMAIN IN THE FACILITY FOR SPECIFIED DUTIES REFFERING TO THIS SITUATION, OR OTHER PERTINENT CAUSE."
Captain Brass stood at his office door watching the scientists hustle around like rats. Gil Grissom walked up to him carrying a case folder, and a worried expression.
"Ahhh, Class Five security clearance perks." Brass greeted the overly worried scientist.
"All this for an expert, of whom we've never heard of?" Grissom quizzed.
"Well, I hear we're getting hazard pay." Brass shrugged, and turned back to his office.
Grissom stalked in behind the Captain. Brass sat behind his desk, and offered Gil the seat opposite. The bustle outside of his office slowed to a drizzle of slow movers.
Captain Brass stood up and fixed his pants, "Well I'm not going to miss this."
Like clock work, the party arrived. Two black SUV's followed by a massive Trailer-Semi, followed by another jet, black SUV. The crowd of Las Vegas municipal building number 47 snapped their attention to the vehicles.
"Another day, another city", she sighed, lighting up a cigarette with her handcuffed wrists, glaring through the one-way mirror.
She never took off her gloves, everything stayed where it was, not even her dark glasses. No one has ever seen those eyes.
The guns and ammo rattled on the walls as the passed over the curb. The special agent behind her, jumped to his feet, and reached for her arm.
She yanked free, taking another suck at the cigarette burning up too fast in her fingers, and stared through the mirror.
The agent backed off as the semi came to a stop, "Let's just get this over with."
Grissom and Brass stepped out into the burning sunlight just as the truck was arriving.
Brass brought his hand up to his forehead to shield his eyes from the sun, "Looks like they brought the whole circus, huh?"
Grissom smirked and headed off to find the rest of his team. The vehicles had come to a stop when Grissom and Brass found the rest of the team. Sara Sidle, Warrick Brown, Nick Stokes, Catherine Willows, and Greg Sanders stood idley, waiting to get permission to leave, as their shifts had been way over due. They greeted each other with smiles.
"Shenanigans, right?" Warrick exclaimed and rolled his eyes.
Catherine nodded with the team, "Tell me about it."
They watched as eight men from the first two SUV's climbed out. The crowd went silent. The men were dressed in black suits, white shirts, and matching navy ties, all carrying M-16's.
Greg snickered, "Talk about your high class security, damn."
The two drivers approached the crowd of employees with their arms spread out, clearing a path. The crowd watched as the trailer hatch was opened.