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I did call Jeff King, and he left instructions about everything. Everything had to be done perfectly, and everything had to be done tonight, Jeff said. Jeff didn't tell me much at all about the company, corporation, mafia, whatever it was, but he did say that it was an elite sector formed behind a certain powerful organizations's back, designed to help the organization run smoother while remaining invisible. He did not, however, say what organization. He clearly was scared. He was leaving the country after tonight. He needed to get something at the HQ before he left, he said.
As I got ready, I dressed all in black, from head to toe. And since I didn't have enough time to prepare properly, I would have to wear a black hat to cover my easily seen red hair. I brought all the equipment I thought necessary: gun, knife, and ear phone. I would normally bring a lot more, but Jeff said I didn't need to bring anything. Of course, it's always hard to trust a crook, even if he's claiming to help you. Which brings up something else I was considering. Claiming. What if it all was a set-up? What if Michael gets - no, I can't think like that. Michael can take care of himself. That still wasn't a lot of comfort.
"Hey, Mikey, you ready?" I yelled, making sure he heard me. I looked at my watch, checking if we were late. 10:37pm. Okay, had some time. We should leave at 10:45 to make sure we get there by 11:15. It only takes about 15 minutes to get to the City Insurance Agency on Palace Ivory Street, but I wanted to get there early.
Just then, an arm snaked around my neck. I instantly grabbed the hand, and yanked it while leaning forward, sending my assailant forward also. He was also dressed in black, and looked familiar . . .
"Oh, my God, Michael! What were you doing?" I'm sure I sounded annoyed and concerned at the same time, if possible.
"Just checking to see if you're still prepared," he said, sounding a little funny, but overall unhurt. He sprung lightly to his feet.
"Of course I'm prepared! Although I'm a little unsure about how prepared you are, now that you bring up the topic. Of all times to test me, you pick now," I poked a little fun at him.
"Hey, if I wanted to, I could take you easy!" He said, clearly showing how male chauvinistic he could be, not wanting to get beat by a girl.
"After this whole thing is over with, it is so on! The winner of the match will be named King or Queen of the domain," I challenged. And I had no doubt that I would win. Michael was good, don't get me wrong, but I prided myself on being the best I could be. Of course, I will still a work in progress.
"You got it," he said, grinning. He looked at his watch, "Oh, we should get going now. Get there a littler earlier than he expects, just in case."
We took a cab, so my car wouldn't be spotted, and had the driver drop us off two blocks away. We tried to avoid any surveillance cameras, and tried to remain unseen. Which wasn't that hard, since there was hardly anyone roaming around Bar Harbor at 10:58pm, much less at Palace Ivory, ironically a really deserted part of town.
As we neared the building, my adrenalin glands started kicking in. I once again checked to see if anyone was anywhere near us, and then checked the door, sure it was going to be locked. But it wasn't. It opened right up. Michael glanced at me, suspicion crossing our faces. Of course, Jeff had to have done that. But how, we didn't know. Any criminal business would have to have high security, especially one like this. Even though we didn't know exactly what type of business this was, other than crooked.
We both looked inside. It was pretty deserted. It looked like it was abandoned years ago. I didn't even see a sign of anyone yet. But I also wasn't in there yet. I could solve that problem.
It was a four story building, and we had to make sure no one was in any of those stories. We decided to check as many floors as we could before King came here. Although I really thought that he was already here, checking everything himself.
We moved silently, checking the first floor, and clearing it. Same with the second. There was nothing of importance in those floors. We checked for anything; files, receipts, hidden rooms, but nothing was there.
The third floor, however, was a different story. The first room we came in had file cabinets, and a table, which had papers galore on it. I checked some quickly. They were files on people.
"Bingo!" I said, excitedly, "Ross James, Edward Calvert, Justin Price, these are all names of people who were killed!"
"How about these?" asked Michael. I took them, and I didn't recognize any. Until the last one, that is.
"Oh, my God, Mike!" I exclaimed, horrified and thrilled at the same time, "This is Governor Frank Phillips! He's still alive. Maybe these are the hit lists yet to be done! Think about it! We can save lots of lives here! I hope they're all categorized right," I said, thinking. I looked through the last pile of files. What I saw scared me. I don't think I've ever been so scared in my entire life.
"What?" Michael said, apparently seeing something wrong with me. I shook my head, trying to clear it, trying to hope I didn't see what I just saw. I handed the first couple pages on Jeff King to him.
"So? They just have a file on him, doesn't mean they're on to him. I mean, if he is telling us the truth." he said, still not getting it. I handed him the other files on people. Us. Me, him, my dad, his mom, all the people we are associated with.
"Oh, dang, how can they get these? I mean, you just heard from King like three days ago - hey, maybe this is a trap! Nancy, we gotta get out of here. Now." Didn't have to tell me twice. Either way, if he was setting us up, or if he has a death warrant out on him, we need to get out of it, and fast. I grabbed all the papers I could, and turned around.
Crap.
This complicated matters.
There was a woman, poised to fight.
I rushed her, trying to tackle her. It worked, but then we were on the floor, wrestling. I had to say, she had the upper-hand, but I wasn't going down easily. She landed a couple punches to my face, which I couldn't stop. She was up, but Michael had her now. She easily shook him off, and kicked his head, using some sort of martial arts. He fell to the ground. She lunged at me again, taking me down hard. Michael was grabbing her off me, but she easily fought both of us. I aimed a kick to her neck, but she side-stepped it, and shoved me to the floor, while she twisted Michael's arm. I seen someone else walk down the stairs. Oh, please let it be a police.
I got up to fight again, but was wobbly, because, as I later found out, I had sprained my ankle somehow, but didn't feel it yet. Adrenalin was still in my favor.
When King finally got down, he aimed the gun, and shot it. It hit the woman her shoulder, and she was stunned enough for us to get an upper-hand. King tried to shoot again, but we were all one mass of moving people. So he joined us. Bad decision. When he came nearer, she lunged at him, and held two guns. One pointing at his head, and the other at me.
"Anyone move, and I swear I'll kill them both!" she shrieked, and I hated her. Anger fueled me.
"Hey, Annie, maybe now you'll get your big promotion," King spoke for the first time. I didn't know exactly what he was planning, but I was glad.
"Shut up, before I shoot!" she replied, crazed.
"You know, I'm glad it's you, Annie, or else we all would be dead right now," he said quietly.
He wants to get her angry. At him. Oh, no. He knows he's going to die. He's just trying to get us out. His face shows it. He's ready.
I'm not. He can't die. He's the key witness. I tried to think of what to do without getting someone hurt.
I tried to communicate with my eyes with Jeff what I was about to do. He nodded.
"I said, shut up! You don't even know me, you traitor!" she turned her attention slightly toward him, and I lunged at her, trying to knock the guns out of her hands. It only partially worked. I watched in silent horror as two guns went off, not knowing where they would go.
Hey, again! Just wanted to say sorry for my lame excuse for a fight. I'm not good with names and such. But anyway, hoped you liked it! I'll hopefully have a new chapter up by Monday. And if there are any more mistakes, tell me! Thanks!
xoxoxo Jamie