Hank and I both have homes to go to but instead we find ourselves three hours from those at some sleazy motel that no creature would call home much less a human. Still there we were heading inside, one back pack full of clothes each. The idea. To look as much unlike a cop as we could. I couldn't help but think this was some test by Agent Burke. He had given us the run around and when we went to meet him, all there was were instructions to pack lightly and check into a room here. Hank heads up to the desk as I give the place a once over. Everywhere I look, I saw something that wasn't human. I take that back. This was a place for creatures. In fact we were smack dab in the middle of monster central. I get lost in what I was seeing until Hank slapped me on back of the shoulder
"Got the room" Hank said causing me to look toward him.
"Uh yeah" I say back as I was still distracted
Hank and I both head for the room and unfortunately once inside, we see that the inside wasn't much better than the outside. I half expected bugs to be laying on the bed, making themselves at home. Hank tossed his travel bag on one bed while I tossed mine on the other and grabbed the phone. We were told to contact Agent Burke the second we checked in
"Yeah its Nick..We.." I say just in time to hear the phone click
"What's wrong? " Hank says as he looks around
"Hung up" I say back knowing it would get Hank started
I watch Hank's expression change as he roans around the room and then looks out the window before looking back at me
"This is bull shit . You know that right?" We get pulled off of our normal beat to follow Agent Burke around like some lost puppies . We could be home in our own beds. Instead we are here in scum central." Hank finally spewed out with anger in his voice.
"I hear ya but we are here now. Might as well play this out" I say back as I pick up the phone and attempt to call Agent Burke once more.
Before I could get the word out though I hear Hank say we got trouble and pull out his gun, I quickly draw mine and move into position. I still had no idea what was going on but if Hank saw trouble I needed to be ready. My mind now was flooded with thoughts of he fact that Agent Burke had set us up.
"Guy rolled up in an unmarked sedan. He loaded semi automatics before he started to walk toward this room" Hank spoke as he made himself ready
There isn't even a knock at the door. The guy kicks the door in and rushes ready to fire. Hank gets off a few shots but they guy just keeps firing. Soon I see why. He had on bullet proof vest. It was clear he was there for the specific purpose of doing us in. There was something else as well. For just a moment I got a glimpse of his true form. He was a Lausenschlange. Hank charges the guy but gets thrown into the wall face first, almost knocking him out. I took the chance, leaping on the guys back,. making sure I didn't miss with a clear shot to the head. Not thinking about it, I rush over to Hank
"HANK...HANK" I say as I try to help him up.
"I'm alright..I'm alright" Hank responds as he makes his way over to the guy and searches for the guy for ID.
As Hank checks for ID, I look out and see what I could see. There were people gathering and pointing . Some on their phones , probably calling the cops. How ironic that was. Little did I know that was the least of my worries as Hank was about to let me in on a bigger problem
"SHIT" Hank says as he tossed the guys wallet to me
"CIA Agent Phillips" I read as I looked at the ID
" We are screwed. Agent Burke hung our asses out to dry" Was Hank's response
I didn't get a chance to say anymore as more unmarked cars show up. There was no way to explain how we just killed a CIA agent which left us little choice. Hank and I take off running with what had to be more CIA agents right behind us. We turn the corner and there was agent Burke in an unmarked van. He opens the sliding door and we dive in. Agent Burke takes off and leaves the rest of he agents behind as Hank and I try and catch our breath
Soon we come to a stop behind some abandoned warehouses and calmly Agent Burke steps from the van. Hank and I couldn't say the same. We had just killed a CIA agent. Well at least I think it was. I wasn't sure since it was a Lausenschlange. All we could do is hope that Agent Burke had some answers. Of Course Hank wasn't going to ask politely and hopped out grabbing Agent Burke by the collar
"You set us up, you son of a bitch" "Hank spoke with a look of hatred in his eyes
"HANK" I say as I hop out the van
I don't know why I was pulling Hank off of the Agent other than I didn't want to make things worse. One agent was dead. I didn't want another one. Not without answers that is. I finally pull Hank away only to watch Agent Burke smirk, making me want to attack him myself.
"Thank You" Agent Burke spoke as he adjusted his clothes.
Was this guy kidding. Thank You? Seriously? I give him a look but the truth was he was lucky I didn't take out my gun and shoot him myself.
"Forget the Thank You. What I want to know is what the hell happened back there" I ask as I stare Agent Burke eye to eye.
"Seems as though you just killed a CIA agent to me" Agent Burke aswered
"You Son OF a..." Hank said as he charged at Agent Burke.
Once again I had to stop Hank but I understood his frustration. It was obvious that Agent Burke was toying with us and even I was running low on patience. Hank takes a few steps away to cool off and it takes me a second to to be able to talk normal without yelling
"Are you going to tell us what is really going on here" I asked as I stared at Agent Burke.
"That agent was dirty but I think at least you suspect that already" Agent Burke spoke as he stared directly at me.
"So that means we are off the hook for murder right?" Hank yelled from his position by the van.
"Afraid not" Agent Burke answered back which was now making no sense.
Agent Burke's smirk faded as he walked over toward Hank. It was clear he was through playing games and we were finally going to get our answers so I followed right behind him. For his sake I hope the explanation was going to be good. I don't know if I was going to be able to hold Hank back again nor if I wanted to.
"The Agent was dirty but only I and the criminals he works for had that information. I had to make you look like dirty cops and in order to do that I had to leak certain information. To the criminals you just took care of a problem and look like dirty cops as well as assets to them. There is a problem "Agent Burke finished with as Hank and I looked at each other.
We're listening" I answered back.
"To the police , FBI, and CIA, you are in fact wanted for murder. As of now. Every cop in the city is on the look out for you" Agent Burke said.
Hank and I look at each other. What had we gotten ourselves into? If Agent Burke wanted us under his thumb. He had us . At least until we figured things out. I had a feeling one phone call from Agent Burke and everything would be cleared up. I also knew he wasn't going to make that call just yet and probably not until he was done with us and more importantly done with me.
"From this moment on gentlemen. Trust no one. Don't use any phones accept the ones I have in the van for you. Make no contact with your families or associates are you could be putting them in danger. I have provided a place for you to stay but you must keep hidden until contact is made" Agent Burke spoke as we hear sirens in the distance.
"Contact with who?" Hank asked.
"You'll know when it happens" Agent Burke said before reaching into the van and tossed a duffel bag to us
Hank and I begin to look through the duffel bag. Sure enough to untraceable cell phones. Different weapons and some information that we had to look over as well as a lot of cash. Obviously we couldn't use our credit cards or real names from now on. There was even a couple of room keys. Hank and I look up just in time to see the door to the Van close and Agent Burke speed off. We definitely were on our own.
"If I ever volunteer for undercover work again, shoot me" Hank said as he watched the van disappear
"Same here" I answer back
One thing I knew now is that it was to late to turn back now. We were in it up to our neck and if it was enough to turn a CIA Agent bad, then we really had to play this close to the belt
